Chapter 84

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"See that? That's called professional! The Foundation specializes in this line of work: collecting corpses, cleaning up the scene, a one-stop service... I'll put in an ad here: our Wangsheng Funeral Parlor offers one-stop service, second person half price! We absolutely don't lose to the Foundation in professionalism!" Three

"Why is there a funeral streamer here? Too unlucky, blocked, blocked." )

"I'm more curious about how the Foundation will handle these three corpses. Are they taking them back directly? Or handling them here and burying them on the spot?"

"Probably taking them back directly. 'SCP-009' is too dangerous to the environment; one slip-up and all previous efforts are wasted."

"Forget about those three unlucky guys; I'm more curious about how the Foundation does civil engineering. As a miserable civil engineering dog, I want to see how the Foundation's peers do concrete pouring."

"It's fine, they're all clones; no need to worry about buying a house, getting married, having children, or retirement. Losing them might be even more common than D-class personnel."

"Don't say it, the civil engineering dog is already autistic."

Compared to the viewers' divergent thinking, Jing Jing Yuan paid more attention to those clone soldiers.

Their pace, movements, and expressions were almost exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Or rather, copied and pasted.

Jing Jing Yuan's golden eyes narrowed, as long and sharp as a blade.

Clones generally come in two types.

One type only ensures genetic consistency and has a complete growth and development process.

This process might be faster than normal people, or it might be the same as normal people.

The other type is assembly-line production.

Their bodies grow rapidly under the influence of various hormones, turning from embryos into adults in just a few months, or even just a few weeks.

Although their bodies are mature, their brains are blank.

After this, it's the process of forcibly instilling personalities through various learning devices.

If it's the latter.

Then these clone soldiers are nothing more than consumables designed to be produced on an assembly line.

Furthermore, the Foundation's war potential would far exceed his initial assumptions!

Jing Jing Yuan tapped the chessboard with his index finger, squeezed his somewhat dry eyes, and looked at the garden in the night.

If the Foundation could really mass-produce clone soldiers like this.

Then.

This force could be directly compared to the Swarm in terms of war.

Imagine.

When two civilizations go to war.

One side is limited by human ethics, and every soldier is a living individual.

Once they die in battle, they can never wake up; their comrades will be sad, and their families will cry and be heartbroken.

And the other side can copy the consciousness of several elite soldiers and mass-produce them as consumables.

They can even edit their consciousness, making them fearless of death, unaware of pain, and only knowing how to obey orders and fight the enemy.

What a terrifying scene that would be.

As the war progresses, the Luofu Luofu Xianzhou soldiers become fewer and fewer, eventually leading to a decline in population, the collapse of social order, and the disintegration of civilization.

While the Foundation's soldiers continue to walk off the assembly line.

As long as the Foundation can guarantee material supply and organic matter recycling, their soldiers will evolve time and time again through constant death.

A literal swarm.

"Fortunately... the Foundation has no intention of conquering the universe..."

Jing Jing Yuan stretched his hands, did a few twists, and loosened up his body.

A swarm is a natural disaster no less than the "Lord of Destruction" (the Luofu Luofu Xianzhou's name for "Destruction") legion.

The Aeon of "Propagation," known as the "Lord of Insects," only fell after the joint efforts of several Aeons.

"If possible, never being enemies is the best strategy."

Thinking this, Jing Jing Yuan cast his gaze toward the light screen again.

He intended to see how the Foundation handled the natural disasters brought by "SCP-009" and how they handled the contaminated corpses.

The next scene.

Was something even this Divine Strategist hadn't anticipated.

He saw.

On the pure white snow, a circle was drawn, containing various complex symbols.

Six metal "coffins," three on the left and three on the right, were arranged on the ring.

This scene had nothing to do with science or technology in any sense.

Instead, it had entered the realm of metaphysics and mysticism.

Under Robert's command.

The three ice sculptures were placed into the metal coffins on the left, while three humanoid monsters were placed on the right.

They were wearing heavy armor, and flames were burning on their bodies.

Once the scene was set, Robert looked at the C-class researcher on the side and asked:

"Confirm their souls haven't 'collapsed' yet?"

The researcher nodded and answered in a firm tone:

"Yes, sir."

After receiving the affirmative reply, this Level 4 Agent took a crystal-clear crystal from his bosom and placed it in the center of the entire magic circle. .

At this moment, everyone saw the light.

A kind of clear light, as if transcending all space and time, burst forth from everywhere.

The magic circle was activated accordingly.

Silently, the "Red Ice" on the three ice sculptures began to disappear out of thin air.

And on the three flame monsters, "Red Ice" constantly appeared out of thin air, freezing and wrapping them.

The next second.

The three people, who should have been hideous, covered in wounds, and long dead.

Had no trace of "Red Ice" on their bodies.

Their complexions had even returned to a rosy state, and their fingers began to twitch subconsciously; they could wake up at any time.

And the three flame monsters had turned into three ice sculptures.

Before long, their vitality dissipated, and their severely eroded bodies collapsed on the spot, turning into light spots and dissipating.

This was a scene that could be called a miracle.

All the viewers were shocked in unison.

The Foundation still had such means?

Could it be that the Foundation could already reverse life and death and achieve immortality through this means?

"Holy crap! I always thought the Foundation was a place that talked about science; why did they suddenly start playing with magic?"

"I think this kind of ritual is essentially no different from asking an Aeon for a blessing, but this also shows one problem: the Foundation's Administrator has a very high status."

"Damn, I want to learn this kind of ritual too..."

Seeing the ritual was complete.

The Space Marine walked to Robert's side and said in a deep voice:

"Every time I see such a ritual, I am shocked by the great power possessed by the Administrator."

Robert waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to hurry up and weld the metal coffins containing the "Red Ice" shut.

Afterward, he straightened his somewhat wrinkled coat and replied:

"Of course."

"However, it's mainly because according to the Foundation's laws, these guys don't reach the level of D-class personnel."

"Otherwise, who would care about them."

"Also, this SCP wasn't that dangerous, and their souls weren't contaminated."

"Otherwise, once the soul collapses, suffers reality distortion, encounters anti-meme contamination, or touches certain divinities, you couldn't save them even if you wanted to."

While speaking.

The three brothers lying in the coffins slowly opened their eyes, their gazes somewhat dull, as if they hadn't figured out what had happened or what the situation was 2.9.

Afterward.