Time back to two minutes ago.
"It's killing me—"
As soon as he couldn't see the shadow of the human being disguised as Nyarlathotep, the skull immediately let out a long sigh of relief.
Of course, it doesn't need to breathe, so it's ridiculous to make it so deliberately, it sounds like a gust of wind blowing through a black hole.
The matter was already tricky enough, Skull didn't want to attract the attention of the other party, and he didn't dare to say a word in front of him along the way. Once out of the sight of the ancient god at this moment, he happily hummed a song.
Lin You: "..."
The biggest shortcoming of this guy is not that he talks too much, but that he is tone deaf and hurts other people's ears.
She seriously doubted that if one wanted to deal with a skull, the most severe punishment would be to tie up its upper and lower jaws with a rope, and wrap it around it so that it could not speak.
But having said that, it doesn't seem to need to open its mouth to speak, I really think it needs to use some other means...
Skull, who was singing, felt a chill in his head for no reason.
It looked around 360 degrees up, down, left, and right in horror, but it didn't see any ambush, so it could only think that its intuition had made a mistake, and it thought too much. But this time, he didn't dare to hum any more, and closed his mouth obediently.
The world is quiet.
From the gate to the door of the house, in addition to the spacious road in front, you have to pass through a winding stone path. On both sides of the road are neatly trimmed green plants. The square bushes are rustling by the breeze, and the branches are trembling slightly.
"There are traces here." Gu Heng said, Lin You looked at the place he pointed, "I'm afraid someone has been entangled."
That bush had obviously been knocked down not long ago, and it was most likely that someone fell—or slammed into it. It's just that there is no sign of anyone's presence.
Where have all the people in this house gone
Lin You glanced in a certain direction.
Ever since Naia appeared in front of them, she guessed that the client was probably in danger. The traces of the door being forcibly broken into and Naia's eagerness to urge them to go in are even more evidence of this.
A shrill scream pierced the night sky.
It's SCP-096.
Lin You: "..."
"Huh?" Geng Qinghe was stunned, "Huh??"
What the hell? What's the matter?
This call... He had a vague impression that it came from the gate. And think about that pale, skinny humanoid that the boss called out, he was indeed on a bus...
He froze.
"It seems that I still didn't control my hand." Lin You sighed.
Well, she said that on purpose, but she was really hooked.
Geng Qinghe: "?"
Wait, why didn't he keep up with this development? !
"Not some archaeologist."
Gu Heng rarely kindly reminded, "It's Nyarlathotep."
Geng Qinghe: "..."
Fuck.
He looked left and right without giving up, and found that he was really the only one who believed it and became even more depressed.
Lin You walked forward a few steps, and then stepped on the stone steps in front of the main entrance, looking over there just in time to see what happened there from afar.
"Wait," Geng Qinghe yelled hastily, "Sister Yu, didn't you say you can't watch it—"
"Face?"
Lin You said disapprovingly, "It's okay, I'll put it on myself."
-really.
She didn't know what Nyarlathotep's reaction was when he opened the paper bag and saw 096's face. There was hardly any trace of resistance at the scene. Because he had turned into fragments of meat scattered on the ground, while SCP-096 squatting beside him was still howling.
Long after it tore the opponent apart, it touched the paper bag that fell to the ground with its two long hands hanging by its sides, and carefully put it back on its head. At this time, he was tugging on the edge of the bag, trying to calm down his emotions.
Geng Qinghe followed Lin You tremblingly and also saw this scene. He was shocked to find that he could hear a little grievance in that voice.
... an illusion, definitely an illusion!
SCP-096 was not satisfied with this, it bent down, picked up the bags that had just been thrown away out of control one by one, and put all it picked up into its arms.
"You, sister You," the person behind said nervously, "is it just..."
He looked at the lump of meat on the ground.
It's all torn like this with bare hands, sure—
"No."
Lin You said calmly, "It's not over yet."
Hearing her words, Geng Qinghe suddenly noticed something moving, his breathing was short, his scalp was tingling as he watched all this.
The flesh was trembling and expanding.
They bulged little by little, wriggled aimlessly, and—
Exploded with a bang!
SCP-096, who was close at hand, couldn't dodge in time, half of his body was splashed with blood foam. It turned around blankly, and in the gradually dissipating smoke, an overly huge figure slowly deformed and rose.
It was too late to bow his head at this time.
Nyarlathotep manifested another form of himself.
Lin You held her breath.
Looking directly at the evil god is a very dangerous thing, if you don't do it well, you will play it off. According to the judgment of this game, as long as the consciousness is a little unstable, it will fall into madness because of seeing this scene beyond the scope of human understanding.
Even with preparations, after seeing that lump of meat, a sense of overwhelming terror still pressed against him.
Lin You was in a daze, and quickly regained consciousness.
The black monster was nearly ten meters high. He had no face, was huge and had no specific shape, and a thick tentacle protruded from where the head should have been. He is waving his long claws, and his body is also entangled with lumpy tentacles. Normal people will be immobilized by this extremely oppressive posture, but SCP-096 will not.
Sensing the reappearance of the one it should have killed, it screamed loudly.
It rushed straight at the opponent, and regardless of the size difference between the two sides, it jumped up vigorously and threw itself directly onto the monster.
Nyarlathotep used only one tentacle, wrapped up SCP-096 on the calf in a blink of an eye, and fell straight down—
Lin You's eyelids twitched, but she didn't panic at all.
She had her reasons for letting SCP-096 go.
—Once it is enraged, the damage is invalid.
SCP-096, which was slammed to the ground, did not suffer any damage. On the contrary, it made an indistinct sound, and grabbed the tentacle that was entangled with it even more vigorously. No one can underestimate its destructive power, it didn't take long at all, and it actually tore a hole in the tentacle.
It is true that this small injury was nothing to Nyarlathotep, he just tilted his body, and the tall feet he supported were also turned sideways.
No one knows whether he is intentional or unintentional, but the result will never change.
The paper bags scattered on the ground again were crushed.
Lin You felt that SCP-096's crying seemed to stop for a moment.
next moment-
"Ahhhh!!"
The decibels of its screams were far better than before, and it pulled Nyarlathotep's hands with all the strength of his body, and yanked hard—
The black viscous liquid gushed out from the fracture like blood, and the tentacle was torn off abruptly. Nyarlathotep let out a roar, and had no choice but to change his attitude of playing with the opponent, and tried his best to get it off himself.
But his behavior has already formed a deep hatred with SCP-096, and it is impossible for the latter to let go. The epidermis was peeled off piece by piece, even though it was far from killing him, it was enough to make Naia furious. He has always enjoyed the screams of human beings, but now he wants the other party to shut up, which is simply mental pollution.
The word "regret" has never been in Nyarlathotep's dictionary, even if it is so, he can't help but think how good it would be if he didn't pull down the paper bag.
The monsters as tall as several floors were roaring, but what they heard were incomprehensible words. He also seemed to realize that what he subconsciously rushed out of his throat was an ancient language, and when he spoke again, he almost roared out.
"Stop-calling-"
SCP-096: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Lin You: "..."
She suspects that Naia will have to pass a sanity check.
Gu Heng: "..."
Geng Qinghe: "..."
Who should we sympathize with now
In the next second, he realized that he might as well sympathize with themselves.
Five minutes—he knew that this was the time limit for sister Youyou's ability, and five minutes was up.
SCP-096, which had attracted the evil god's attention, disappeared, and Nyarlathotep in monster form slowly turned around. Normally, he wouldn't bother with those who killed him, but this time it was different.
His severed wound had solidified, and the thick tentacle on his face wriggled along with the others, facing the direction where Lin You and the others were. Every time he took a step, the ground trembled, he narrowed the distance a little bit, and his figure shrunk a little bit, and after a while, the dark-skinned man appeared in front of them again.
His smile was not so bright, and there was no damage on his body, but the clothes that were originally neat were a little tattered.
"Give me the dagger, and I can let you go."
He said, "Except you."
Geng Qinghe's face was as pale as paper, he stole a glance, and Lin You, who was being watched, shrugged indifferently.
"You mean this?" She asked knowingly.
Naiya was immediately attracted by the thing in her hand.
The exquisite and sharp dagger reflected a faint cold light in the dark night. Everyone present knew that as long as a small hole was cut by it, Nyarlathotep would never be able to stay on the earth. .
"Did you think there was a chance?" He sneered, "Before—"
He raised his hand.
Shantaks, Dreadhunters, and all the minions of the Outer Gods, he could have them fall on his enemies whenever he wanted.
"The number of people may be better than you."
Lin You said calmly, "However, you haven't forgotten it, have you?"
It was the SCP-096 card she held between her fingers.
She has drawn it once, so it is not impossible to choose it again now.
No matter how many monsters can be summoned, the goal of SCP-096 will not change. It will rush straight to the guy who has seen its face without any interference.
SCP-096 can't perform complex tasks, it's still possible to cut a hole with a dagger.
Naia: "..."
His face was cloudy and uncertain, as if he still had a fresh memory of SCP-096's high-pitched scream that didn't require a breath.
There is an unsettling stillness in the air, as if breeding for an impending storm.
After a while, Nyarlathotep made a sound unexpectedly.
"ha… "
"Hahahaha—" He bent over, unable to see his expression clearly, Geng Qinghe looked at him in horror, suspecting that he was driven mad, "Hahahahahahaha!!"
He didn't really care if he would be expelled if he grabbed the dagger.
His worshipers still operate in stealth, and even if driven out by the dagger, they can still come again on the next new moon. only-
Funny how the threat both annoyed and novelized him.
Such interesting humans are rare these days.
"All right."
He straightened up, "I've changed my mind."