Chapter 383

"Nothing," Himeko shook her head, "I was just feeling emotional... Is it really correct for the Foundation to preserve the overall concept of humanity while abandoning the survival of individuals?"

Starting with this, Himeko said a lot of things.

Rare to see.

Welt Yang was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes, and lowered his head in thought.

On the screen, as Dr. Gears left holding the "Witch Child," the screen faded to black.

When the screen lit up again, Dr. Gears returned to that familiar conference room.

Only, sitting opposite him, acting as the interrogator, was a doctor also wearing a white coat.

That doctor was without joy or sorrow, sitting in a chair staring at Dr. Gears.

For a long time, he asked: "Is this hard to do?"

"What?"

"Injecting chemicals into a child, knowing it will cause a coma."

Dr. Gears was still calm, like the surface of water in an old well.

"The matter itself is relatively simple. I have performed many injections in the past and have discovered the qualifications to do such things."

"You know this isn't what I meant."

Dr. Gears sighed:

"If other options could pop up on their own, I would choose them. But there are none, the incident has spiraled out of control, if she continues to use her power, 'SCP-239' might accidentally cause additional danger. I took action to protect myself, 'SCP-239', and the Foundation."

"Sounds like you're defending yourself."

"I don't want this to repeat—if there are other options."

That doctor recorded this answer and started the next topic.

"The video shows you saying something in her ear. What did you say to her?"

"I don't think this has anything to do with these processes."

"I think it does."

"... I said good night to her, and have a good dream."

As Dr. Gears' voice fell, the screen went completely black.

Thus, the story is about to come to an end.

But in Site-17, there is still a very black, very large existence that will spray out a large amount of matter, which is raging.

The roar of the mech firing and the roar of the black dragon in mid-air pulled the audience's thoughts back to another battlefield.

"Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof!"

【Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!】

Professor Kain manipulated the mech through a wall that was only half left, dodged the galloping fire waves, and cursed in the semi-open cockpit:

"Awooo! Awooo woof woof!"

【Nothing works! I threw everything at this... thing, and it just shrugged.】

Flames burned in all directions, the air was mixed with the smell of burning plastic, and the pungent smell of sulfides.

One breath ended, and not long after, there were new roars and the next wave of breath.

"Hiss—roar—!"

And in this overly loud roar, there was also Professor Kain's roar.

"Woof woof woof..."

【I realize this damn thing is a child's imagination, but don't heroes always defeat these things?】

【I mean, there's always a knight wearing shiny armor holding...】

【A sword!? A sword!】

Professor Kain manipulated the mech to dodge the breath, ran up the hill of rubble, and looked at the ferocious dragon head.

According to the research on reality benders, and looking at the file of "SCP-239."

Reality benders cannot imagine an omniscient, omnipotent, and all-good existence—their cognition always has flaws.

And so, the creations born according to their will were marked with their imprint from the beginning—those flaws.

Yes.

Evil dragons are always killed by knights with swords.

That's how it's written in all fairy tales.

Professor Kain's dog mouth smiled slightly.

It might have found the weakness of that damn dragon, and it must also clean up this annoying beast as soon as possible.

Poor Site-17 was first frozen by Dr. Clef, and now roasted by the black dragon, and the "containment breach" alarm kept ringing.

If the black dragon is allowed to continue destroying, the entire human civilization will have to be restarted again.

The sword problem is even less to worry about.

Equipping a sword on a mech, isn't that already a consensus?

If it weren't for the tight time, it would have covered the mech with explosive reactive armor.

Professor Kain stretched out his dog paw, touched various buttons, and "SCP-244" responded to its will, transforming a light sword on its left upper arm.

Can slay dragons!

"Awooo!"

The eyes locked onto the black dragon's front claws, the mech carried the wind, rushing, sliding, jumping, and slashing in the flames.

The light sword condensed with the Foundation's special technology, carrying some special attributes, embedded into the black dragon's armor plates, successfully removing its scales.

The air was torn apart, the air around the sword body was heated and became distorted, let alone the flesh part in zero-distance contact with the light blade.

After one hit and away, Professor Kain was aroused by the rare fragrance with greater desire.

That was the aroma.

The aroma of dragon meat being roasted.

A puppy in a small mech revealed a greedy expression toward the evil dragon in the story that burned down the kingdom.

This scene was too hellish, even to the point that the moment the black dragon sprayed dragon breath, it revealed a trace of humanized confusion.

Thanks to the Foundation's doctors, in the stories told to the "Witch Child," dragons didn't have much wisdom.

After this black dragon was created, it didn't have any high-level intelligence, just a wild beast that was a bit more powerful.

But this also meant that it would be angry.

Anger makes people lose their minds, and for a beast that didn't have much intelligence to begin with, it was equally fatal.

"Roar—!"

Another dragon breath was barely dodged by Professor Kain, and this time it successfully moved behind the black dragon.

Professor Kain looked at the stupid dragon that was still breathing toward the front, and raised the light blade.

Compared the black hole on the dragon's butt, and compared the dragon tail beside it.

Finally, he slashed down, cutting off a large section of the dragon tail.

—Almost the entire tail.

"Awooo—roar—!"

A super loud wail suddenly sounded in Site-17, no less than the wailing after being buggered.

Those who heard it were sad, those who listened shed tears.

Professor Kain just wanted to feast.

The black dragon went crazy, and the gold in its eyes became brighter.

But while losing its tail, it almost completely lost its sense of balance, leaving only a lump of flesh that kept stumbling and attacking manically.

It almost had to crawl up and turn around, only to fall heavily to the ground.

The winner was decided.

Not long after.

Professor Kain successfully stabbed the light sword into the black dragon's chest cavity, pulled it out, and brought out scorching dragon blood.

This black dragon finally couldn't hold on, stumbled, and fell into the ruins and flames, unable to rise again.

The flames jumped in its long vertical pupils, and shining with it was a light sword that was getting closer and closer.

Sss—

Scales, skin, tendons, blood vessels, and bones were cut off.