"Hmm......"

When Zhang Luo opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was the gray tent roof and the small light bulb that was glowing on it.

After confirming that he was in the tent of the barracks, Zhang Luo slowly sat up and looked down at his body.

The original trousers were still worn on his body, but the camouflage uniform stained with blood and sand on his upper body was gone, replaced by a bandage wrapped around his chest, almost wrapping himself into a mummy.

"Did you have a skin injury?"

Zhang Luo tried to move his body, but there was no pain in his chest. Presumably because of the fusion of demon blood, he found that his strength was much greater than before.

The next thing he checked was the data on his current abilities in the eyes of the executioner who had resumed his work.

It seems that during the time he was unconscious, the others should have killed the remaining new Ambrera members in the desert, the super signal interference in the battlefield has disappeared, and the Executioner's Eye is finally working normally:

Name: Luo Zhang.

Strength: C

Dexterity: D

Lucky: E

Perception: C

CUP：－－

Overall Rating: D

Skill:

Werewolf Transformation (Level 1): On a full moon night, you transform into a Werewolf for ten hours.

Ghost Premonition (Level 2): Absorbed Ghosts give you the ability to foresee for a short period of time, with a chance of having a premonition before danger arrives. This skill may have other effects.

Light Footwork (Level 3): Absorbed Ghosts strengthen your body and increase movement speed.

Grim Reaper Aura (Level 2): All creatures around you have a 60% chance of luck and a 60% increased chance of accidents, this aura only affects others, not the wielder himself.

Dream Control (Level 4): The ability to control your dreams at will, and at the current level, the range of influence you can influence in dreams has been expanded again, and you can perform simple operations on the dreams of people around you.

Domain Control (Level --): You can't use this skill temporarily.

"So, the blood of the demon won't be displayed in the skill bar?"

Although he didn't gain new skills, Zhang Luo was not very disappointed, because with the blessing of the demon blood, his strength had increased by one level again. Because of the previous wild running in the desert, the light footwork has also been upgraded to a level.

In the course of less than an hour of fighting, it is undoubtedly good to get such a gain!

Now, though, he has an important question:

"What time is it?"

As soon as he muttered, he heard a cold voice from the shadows beside him: "Eleven o'clock." ”

“……”

Zhang Luo turned his gaze to the right side, and saw a petite figure in a black tight-fitting combat uniform walking out of the darkness, with white cheeks and red eyes under his long black hair, undoubtedly the leader of the Strange Tales Research Society, Frankenstein.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Luo asked.

"The battle is over, and the signal interference is gone." Frankenstein still spoke briefly.

"Where's Pandora?" Zhang Luo continued to try to figure out the current situation.

"Put it back in the arsenal." The girl leaned in front of him as she spoke, pinching his face as if she were playing with her own doll.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Luo asked angrily.

"Don't use Pandora just yet, it will damage your sanity." Frankenstein said in all seriousness.

Hearing her words, Zhang Luo soon realized that the reason why he was in a coma was precisely because he rashly used the hellish weapon "Pandora".

Although the crazy weapon that can change form freely is powerful, it is not easy to control. With his current mental strength, if he forcibly manipulated that thing, he would probably faint on the battlefield like this time.

Luckily, I'm not alone this time. If you were alone in the desert, you would have been dried by the sun.

"At the end of the day, do you still need mental power?" Zhang Luo looked down at his dusty hands.

――In order to exercise his mental strength, after returning this time, he still has to continue to go to the dream world.

Although he prides himself on being strong-willed, he knows that what he needs now is not the kind of ethereal "perseverance", but the exact intensity of consciousness.

As for how to exercise that kind of thing, he doesn't know much about it at present, and he can only take one step at a time......

The air in the closed tent was a little stuffy, Zhang Luo stood up, opened the tent door, and turned around:

"I'll go out for a while."

At night, the temperature in the Sahara Desert is at least fifteen degrees cooler than during the day, and although it is not cool, at least it is not as anti-human as it used to be.

A rhythmic male snoring could be heard from a tent on the left, apparently from the flat-headed half-devil.

The tent on the right is lit up, reflecting the tall figure of Hassin, who appears to be reading a book.

As for the legendary extremely aggressive SCP-682, it was lying on the sand outside the camp at this time, lazily stretching its body, completely devoid of the terrifying oppression of the ancient monsters.

Seeing that the "lizard" had no deterrent appearance, Zhang Luo smiled and walked over to sit beside it: "Weren't you irritable when you were contained by the Foundation?" Could it be that those guys have the wrong information? ”

SCP-682 glanced sideways at him, opened its fanged jaw, and whispered, "Those bastards have kept me in a dark cell all year round, and filled it with hydrochloric acid, and if it were you, you would talk to them calmly?" ”

"Humans can't bathe in hydrochloric acid like you do." Zhang Luo said with a smile.

"Don't say that again......" As if remembering a bad memory, the beast shook its head.

Frankenstein walked over and crouched beside it, touching its scaly head, and Tarask's eyes narrowed as if he were enjoying it, and asked, "Can you let me join you?" ”

"Huh?" Hearing this unexpected speech, Zhang Luo didn't react for a while.

"It's nice to see you guys are free, I don't want to go back to a dark cell." The monster, codenamed SCP-682, sounded serious.

After it submitted the "application to join the group", Frankenstein did not answer immediately, but raised his head, stared at the endless starry sky above his head as if it had been washed by water, and said slowly: "I'll contact the Foundation." ”

With that, she turned and walked to the other end of the camp, talking as she went.

Seeing that Frankenstein had contacted the SCP Foundation, Zhang Luo was about to continue chatting with the monsters around him, but in the eyes of the executioner, a mission briefing suddenly appeared:

The investigation mission begins.

Objective: Investigate the mysterious structures beneath the Sahara Desert.

"Oh? That's good......"

Seeing that he could investigate the unknown mysterious building again, Zhang Luo suddenly became interested again.

The two camps of executioners and conquerors, the reason why the battle broke out in the Sahara Desert was precisely because of the mysterious ancient structures found beneath the desert. As for what exactly is hidden in that building, no one knows.

Since the Conqueror's camp in the desert has been wiped out, the Strange Tales Society, an organization affiliated with the Executioners' camp, has finally been given the opportunity to investigate the buildings below the desert!

――What's in that building?

Thinking of the upcoming investigation mission, Zhang Luo almost couldn't wait.