When the black metal box was opened, the creatures inside were not clearly visible, and the first thing that burst out was an indescribable stench of decay.

Imagine what it would taste like when you seal a hundred corpses in a container for twenty days and then open them.

"This is really enough ......," Zhang Luo reached out to cover his nose under the mask.

Even if he is a very curious guy, as long as he is a human being, he will subconsciously reject this taste, and he is naturally no exception.

However, the woman in the robe standing in front of him seemed to be completely unaffected, but only took a step forward, and a dazzling white light suddenly erupted from all over her body.

When the figure was fixed again, the god of the dead in ancient Egypt, the god of the dead, had entered a state of being completely possessed by Anubis!

The original bronzed-complexion royal sister is gone, replaced by a "monster" with a jackal head and a human body, and a white cloth wrapped in a white cloth.

When this terrifying Grim Reaper appeared, Zhang Luo felt that the temperature around him dropped instantly.

When facing "death" at close range, anyone will feel fear from the heart, but Zhang Luo was not very afraid at this time, he just immediately took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the "Grim Reaper" in front of him.

"Please don't do that...... I don't want my identity exposed. Anubis, who had just been transformed, used the same woman's voice as he spoke.

"What's going on with your voice?" Zhang Luo asked.

"I've been a god for a long time, and my body has begun to merge with Lord Anubis, that's why I'm ...... like this" Anubis scratched his head a little embarrassed, and then continued to say in a gentle voice, "Come out." ”

Under Zhang Luo's gaze, the famous SCP-682 finally slowly crawled out of the pitch-black metal box. When he saw the guy's appearance, he immediately understood the source of the stench.

It was a huge reptile that was somewhere between a lizard and a crocodile, with four thick, powerful legs and a long tail trailing behind its body. Its head was covered in fine brown scales, but the skin on its body had somehow begun to rot, like a mess of mud, and it was impossible to distinguish its original skin color.

"I'll go, can this thing really ride?" Zhang Luo stared worriedly at SCP-682's decaying body, and couldn't help but wonder if he could be infected with a skin disease.

As if sensing his hostility, the big lizard opened its bloody mouth full of fangs and spewed a foul of odor at Zhang Luo. Choked and coughed.

However, Zhang Luo was not concerned about the inhalation of the odor, as he found that SCP-682 did not attack him.

If he hadn't opened this box without Anubis present, he would have become a meal for this giant beast by now!

"Is that what a taming it is?" Zhang Luo asked Anubis who was standing next to the lizard.

"No, not yet." Anubis stretched out his hand, caressed the lizard's head, and then turned back to Zhang Luo and instructed, "Don't call him 'it' anymore, he'll be angry." He can understand you, so you have to be respectful of him. ”

"Oh, I see, hello?" Zhang Luo waved his hand at the giant lizard that was rotting all over its body.

- The SCP Foundation's containment is indeed much more troublesome than ordinary monsters, even a lizard can understand human speech, and its self-esteem is still very strong, which is really troublesome.

Despite thinking so, Zhang Luo was not stupid enough to reveal his thoughts to SCP-682, otherwise he would probably be directly torn apart by this primeval beast immediately......

Looking at the terrifying beast up close, legends about SCP-682 automatically came to his mind.

The earliest records of this beast, known as the "Immortal Lizard", date back to the New Testament, when the inhabitants of the banks of the river, in lower Avignon, France, were affected by the panic caused by a monster: it was said to be a dragon with a long tail, a lion-like bloody mouth, and a thick scale armor covering its back that was invulnerable. It destroys farmland, devours people and animals, and is known as tarasque (from the Greek tarasso, meaning fear), and is believed to be the primordial thing from the bottom of the Rhône or the abyss of hell.

The terrified locals did not dare to approach Tarask's lair at all, and even worshipped it superstitiously. And in the end, this terrifying monster was tamed by a holy woman.

In other words, SCP-682 has already been tamed once in the first accounts.

And now, what Zhang Luo is witnessing is the process of this monster being tamed for the second time!

Anubis, the incarnation of Hasir, carefully squatted down beside the big lizard, raised his hand and gently stroked the lizard's head, and the gentle movements were like a little girl touching her own dog.

Under her soothing, SCP-682, which began to decay on its body, was also extremely docile at this time, and did not show a strong desire to attack as usual, but just lazily lay on the sand, allowing Anubis to touch its head.

"You come here and try to touch it, you have to be careful." Anubis turned back to Zhang Luo and said.

Hearing the other man's words, Zhang Luo slowly stepped forward, stared at SCP-682's yellow eyeballs, and then heard the lizard speak in English:

"Human, what do you want to do?"

The monster's voice was deep and deep, as if it had a London accent. Hearing it speak, Zhang Luo smiled and said, "It turns out that you can still speak, so it's much more convenient." ”

"My wisdom is far superior to that of you humans, and it is too easy to master the language of humans." The lizard spoke again, staring at Zhang Luo's eyes, which seemed to reveal contempt: "But you didn't get my approval, mortal. ”

"Hey, I got you out of the underground arena in Alaska? If it weren't for me, you'd still be locked up there waiting to die. Zhang Luo glanced at the lizard.

Although Anubis said to respect this monster, Zhang Luo did not use honorifics at present, but directly communicated with this thing in a "cordial" manner, just like chatting with a buddy who was drinking together.

"You think I need your help? Mortal. SCP-682's tone is still tough, but it looks like it's a little weak, and lowers its head slightly.

"What a tsundere guy." Zhang Luo said a term that the other party might not understand, and then leaned down and touched the head of the big lizard. Asked:

"Would you like to go hunting with me?"

-- The war that is about to break out in the desert is not at all dangerous to this monster whose ability to survive and recover is extremely terrifying, and which can continue to survive even though 87% of its body is destroyed, and can be regarded as a one-sided "hunt".

No matter what kind of biological weapon the new Ambrera Corporation has put on this battlefield, it is completely impossible to be the match for this behemoth!

After thinking for a while, SCP-682 finally gave Zhang Luo's expected reply:

"All right, mortal."

"Can you get rid of that last title? My name is Zhang Luo, not a mortal. Speaking of this, Zhang Luo asked again: "What's your name?" ”

"Tarask." SCP-682 replied.