I’m In Charge of SCP

In this land, there are seven tribes, they have the ability of time travel, control different time periods.

One of the tribes controlled the time period closest to that distant history, and they were also the most closed and rarely had contact with outsiders.

People from other tribes can only see them in the "bazaar" occasionally.

According to the Chief of the Four Tribes, Deriaco, if there is anyone remembering that period of history in addition to the four tribes, it must be a tribe.

After all, they inherited most of the "thaumaturgy", so the four tribes and the mysterious eighth tribe will take them as the final target.

Zhang Jue came to the sculptures of the four tribes, reached out to touch them, and said: "One tribe...".

Then he opened his eyes, and he was actually in the middle of a meadow.

The previous few times were on the hillside.

The mountain of affection turned out to be a meadow many years ago.

It seems to be the other way around.

But Zhang Jue couldn't control that much. He looked around, determined the direction based on his feelings, and then moved forward.

He was lucky, and he saw the outlines of those tents without going far.

Although old, they are all styles used by these tribes.

However, before he approached, he smelled a very strong smell of blood.

I'm late!

Zhang Jue knew that he was not good, so he speeded up and ran out of the camp of a tribe.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw many bright red blood stains, some of which hadn't even dried up completely.

He looked inside, and there were many dead bodies lying on the ground.

The clothes of these people are very simple, most of them are made of wild animal skins. They have dark complexions and calluses on their hands. They seem to be from a tribe.

Judging from the stiffness of the corpses, their death time will never exceed an hour.

Zhang Jue looked around warily.

The enemy may still be here.

If he talked less with the chiefs of the four tribes and came here earlier, he might be able to prevent this disaster from happening.

The average person may be a little upset.

But Zhang Jue will not.

Regret is the most useless emotion.

If you encounter a problem, if you can't change it, then accept it, and then do some remedies within the scope of your ability. This is the right way.

It is not too late to remedy the situation.

He walked cautiously into the tribe.

The more you go in, the more tragic the battle becomes.

Many guards were even cut off by unknown weapons, and their intestines flowed all over the floor.

Zhang Jue wanted to find a living, but it was a pity that everyone he saw died.

Zhang Jue frowned slightly as he watched the tragic battle.

He also went to the other seven tribes that were destroyed, but there was no corpse there, and the ground was even swept once. After the enemy killed them, he swept the battlefield.

But this time the other party didn't do that, it seemed that he only moved his own body.

And these people from a tribe can only lie here forever.

Why is this? Is there any difference between the Seven Tribes and the One Tribe? Is it tightly because when the seven tribes were eliminated, you didn't want to expose yourself? Or are they in a hurry?

Zhang Jue walked and thought, and finally came to the biggest tent.

This has always been the residence of tribal chiefs.

There was blood on the curtain at the door, Zhang Jue took a deep breath, opened the curtain and walked in.

When Zhang Jue entered the tent, he saw several huge pillars. An old man with white beard and white hair was tied to one of the pillars, and he died.

His hands and feet were broken, and his chest was broken open with a sharp weapon. The original heart was replaced with a stone.

The other party's methods are quite cruel.

Zhang Jue looked at the body of the old chief, and suddenly felt that the pattern on the pillar that tied him seemed a little weird.

He squatted down to study carefully, and found that there were similar patterns on several other pillars, and the source of each pattern was connected to a candle holder.

Thinking of the previous operations of the chiefs of the four tribes, Zhang Jue stepped forward, held the candle holder, and turned it vigorously.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

Sure enough, there was a sound similar to mechanical gears.

Zhang Jue waited for a long time, but nothing was unusual.

He thought about it, and twisted another candlestick.

There are seven pillars in this big tent, and Zhang Jue twisted it seven times.

When he twisted the last candlestick, the entire tent suddenly shook.

Then with a click, the two stone slabs on the ground suddenly separated left and right, and a secret crossing appeared.

The secret crossing is about one meter square, just enough for an adult to pass through.

A stone step extends down, and I don't know how deep it is inside.

If Zhang Jue was right, this should be the place where a tribe kept the urn.

He took out the lighter he carried with him, set it on fire, and threw it down.

The lighter gurgled and rolled down, and after a while, the light disappeared, and it seemed to be deep inside.

Zhang Jue took out the special flashlight for the Administration Bureau from the different space, put it in his hand and patted it, then walked down after lighting it up.

Trying the depth is just a professional habit, is it deeper than 087.

Besides, with his current strength, no matter what is underneath, there is no need to be afraid.

If he is 087 next time, the first thing that face sees him is probably to run away quickly-of course, it was also before.

Zhang Jue took the flashlight all the way down, but it was a pity that he didn't bring melon seeds this time.

Without those weird things messing up, he moved quickly.

The downward part of the entire staircase was about a hundred meters long, and he reached the bottom within a few minutes.

Zhang Jue took a flashlight and found that the opposite was actually a secret room.

The huge brass lock had been roughly opened, the parts were scattered all over the floor, and the door of the room was hidden, revealing a little gap.

As soon as Zhang Jue wanted to open the door and take a look, he heard a whining sound coming from the room.

At this moment, deep underground, the surroundings are quiet and silent, if you change to someone else, you will probably be taken aback by this sudden sound.

But who Zhang Jue is, he is inherently less sensitive to fear.

This kind of voice not only scares him away, it only makes him more curious.

He didn't hesitate, kicked the door open, and shone the flashlight inside.

Then, he saw another scene that would make ordinary people scream.

The house is very small, about a few square meters.

Several very thick chains extend from the wall to the center of the room.

They are all tied to an urn.

And there was a person in that urn.

To be precise, it was a human head protruding from the urn.

Disappeared with a disheveled hair and bleeding from the seven orifices, it was terrifying.

It seems that he had his hands and feet cut off, and then he was put in the urn. He was an imperfect person.

Although the person looked miserable, he didn't die completely. The woof sound was made by him.

Again, anyone who came to see this scene would be scared to pee, but fortunately it was Zhang Jue.

Instead of being frightened, he moved closer.

Because he felt that this person seemed a bit familiar.

He took a closer look, and suddenly said, "Dr. Acheson?!"

That's right, the person in the urn is Dr. Acheson, the Occult Coalition researcher he has been looking for for a long time.

It didn't take long for Dr. Atchison to be like this, and he seemed to still be conscious.

Hearing someone calling his name, he exhausted all his strength and said, "You...who are you..."

Dr. Acheson was in a very bad state at this time, and the reason why he was still able to speak was probably because he came back to light.

Zhang Jue said immediately: "I am Zhang Jue, Special Advisor to the Anomalous Biology Administration. I am here to look for you, Dr. Acheson. Who made you like this, 140? Is it still under your control? "

Dr. Acheson was made like this, 140 obviously would not be on him.

Zhang Jue only hopes that Dr. Acheson will keep it elsewhere and not be taken away by others.

"Consultant Zhang..."

Dr. Acheson repeated his name, apparently he had heard of Zhang Jue's name.

He did not answer Zhang Jue's words, but murmured: "I was wrong, I shouldn't listen to him..."

As soon as his body looked dying, Zhang Jue hurriedly asked: "Who have you heard, why did you come here with 140? What is it that is sealed here?"

Zhang Jue asked several questions in a series, for fear that there would be no chance if it was too slow.

Dr. Acheson panted heavily and said, "Spear..."

"Mao? What hair?!"

"Quick...Go back...stop them..."

Dr. Acheson's voice was intermittent, and he could no longer communicate with Zhang Jue normally, and he relied on his mind to say what he thought was important.

"They want to... lift the seal..."

After Dr. Acheson said these last few words, his head sank and he finally lost his breath.

Zhang Jue didn't know what he meant by "Mao".

But what Dr. Acheson meant was already very clear.

Someone wanted to unlock the seal here and tricked him into rushing over with 140.

So what Zhang Jue has to do now is to stop those people.

The other party has already taken the seal of one tribe, so their next goal must be the four tribes that have the remaining three fragments.

Zhang Jue knew that he was bad, and immediately ran outside in three steps and two steps.

He must rush back to the four tribes!

Zhang Jue jumped out of the basement, ran out of the big tent, and then ran outside the gate of the entire tribe.

He needs to use the sculptures there to return to the four tribes.

Seeing that the sculpture was right in front of him, Zhang Jue suddenly slammed the brakes.

Because at the gate of the tribe, there was already someone waiting for him there.

"It's been a long time, Consultant Zhang," said the man in the black robe.

The dark aura exuding from the opponent was very special, and Zhang Jue recognized his identity at once.

It was the mysterious man who described 2950 (that chair) as a monster.

After he killed the painter, the man was chased by the Black Queen and Dr. Clef, but finally escaped.

Later, they have been tracking his traces, but they have found nothing. They actually hid here.

It seems that he should be related to the seven tribes living here.

In terms of strength, Zhang Jue is not afraid of anyone now.

He smiled and said: "What's the matter, I'm tired of life, come and die?"

The mysterious man said: "Consultant Zhang, you are always so confident. Before the fight, it is still unclear who will win and lose."

"Well, since you are willing to die, then I am willing to bury it." Zhang Jue summoned his black long knife, "If you dare to run again today, you are a **** of a tortoise!"

"..."

It was originally a contest between two strong men, but as soon as Zhang Jue said this, the style of painting suddenly changed, as if two little hooligans were fighting.

The mysterious man said: "Counselor Zhang, aren't you curious about who I am?"

"I'm very curious." Zhang Jue carried the long black knife on his shoulder, and walked towards him step by step, "So I plan to kill you first."

"Don't be so troublesome, I can tell you now." The black-robed man laughed, stretched out his hand, and slowly lifted the huge hat at the beginning.

There must be a demon when acting abnormally.

This mysterious black-robed man exposed his identity for no reason, which made Zhang Jue a little wary.

Zhang Jue squinted his eyes and looked at him, ready to deal with possible changes.

But nothing has changed.

The mysterious man simply lifted his hat, revealing his pale face.

He should have some kind of disease, his skin is terribly white, even his eyebrows and hair are white.

"My name is Vakdur, and I am a descendant of the Daeva tribe. The eighth tribe is my subordinate." The mysterious man said, holding the 140 in his hand, "Counselor Zhang, do you know this? What does it mean?"

It turns out that this person is actually a descendant of the Daeva tribe, no wonder it's so difficult.

Not to mention his own strength, 140 in his hands will definitely cause some turmoil.

Zhang Jue looked at him: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I want to cooperate with you." Waqduller said, "Consultant Zhang, you know my strength very well. Now I have 140 in hand. As long as the two of us cooperate, whether it is the Administration or the GOC, it will not be. Our opponent, the world will be ours sooner or later."

"So that's it." Zhang Jue nodded, "This proposal is not bad, so let's start working together now."

"..."

Wakduller didn't expect Zhang Jue to agree so easily, and the originally thought-up rhetoric didn't come in handy.

Seeing Zhang Jue walking towards him again, Waqduller also stepped back step by step: "Consultant Zhang, you didn't lie to me--"

"How could I lie." Zhang Jue kept walking, carrying a long knife.

Wakduller saw that Zhang Jue was not sincere, and said angrily: "Zhang Jue, don't deceive people too much! I treat you like this, you don't know good or bad, I—"

"Okay, stop farting there."

Zhang Jue snorted.

"You said so much, you don't hesitate to expose your true face to me, don't you just want to delay time~www.readwn.com~ Come here, I want to see how long you can delay."

"you--"

Seeing Zhang Jue see through his strategy, Vakdura laughed haha.

"Zhang Jue, even if you see through it, even if you rush back now, it's too late. The seal on that thing has been lifted, hahahaha—"

With that, he disappeared into the air.

With a cold face, Zhang Jue walked to the giant sculpture.

Put your hand on it, thinking of the fourth tribe.

The next second, he opened his eyes, and he had appeared on the familiar hillside.

Opposite him, in the camp of the Fourth Tribe, a dark red force soared into the sky.

The seal of something was lifted.

...

Thanks to Qin Zhidaoer for his reward.