I'm In Charge of SCP Chapter 493

I don't know how long the battle lasted.

The sky above the new headquarters of the Authority is chaotic, day and night.

Of the more than 900 angels, there were only less than 200 left. 343 had messy hair and looked old. Uriel was guarding by his side, and there were only four wings left behind it.

Compared with them, Zhang Jue and Yang Xue were even more miserable.

Yang Xue's face was pale, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. It looked like he had suffered a serious internal injury.

Zhang Jue's shirt was completely shattered, revealing his solid arms. There were many scars on it, and some of them had already seen flesh and blood. His physical strength was about to reach its limit, and his self-healing ability was no longer effective.

Although the two are in the same mind and cooperate seamlessly, they have achieved the effect of one plus one and two.

But people are people after all.

343 and his angels finally prevailed.

In fact, if there were a lot of good things in the different dimension, they would have been beaten to death by many angels long ago.

Zhang Jue had already scavenged everything that could be used in his different dimension, but even so, it still couldn't change their fate of defeat.

The huge gap in strength is no longer something that can make up for it.

"You two, there should be a conclusion to this matter."

343's ethereal voice sounded again.

Zhang Jue was bathed in blood, guarded in front of Yang Xue, and said boldly: "Old man, if you have any tricks, you can use it. If I am afraid of you, I won't be called Zhang Jue!"

Zhang Jue is like a little strong, his vitality is very tenacious. Several times 343 thought he could kill him, but in the end, he survived.

He looked at Yang Xue behind Zhang Jue and frowned slightly.

The reason why he has been reserved and did not try his best is because Zhang Jue is very cunning. If he fails in one hit, he will have a chance to counterattack, and the consequences will be disastrous, but the more important reason is because he is afraid of Yang Xue.

To be precise, he was afraid of what was in Yang Xue's hands.

In the eyes of 343, this woman is not simple, even more terrifying than Zhang Jue.

The last time the two of them fought, he didn't take Yang Xue seriously.

But no one could have imagined that something in Yang Xue's hand would actually cause him to be seriously injured, and it would take a month for him to recover.

But they have been cornered now, and she should make a move.

Therefore, 343 was more cautious and did not dare to go forward.

He planned to let Uriel go to kill Zhang Jue.

343 made a gesture, and Uriel understood.

He led two subordinates and flew towards Zhang Jue.

He looked down at the two of them condescendingly.

Uriel was also seriously injured, but because of other angels, he was still in much better condition than Zhang Jue and Yang Xue.

The red flame sword in his hand once again emitted a dazzling light.

"Prepare to die."

He said to Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue laughed: "Just because of you, do you still want to kill me? Even if you don't take a photo of yourself, you know that your companions will send you to death. My neighbor's dog is more loyal than you, cough, cough—"

Although Zhang Jue was still unforgiving, everyone could see that he was already at the end of the fight, and before he finished speaking, he began to cough violently.

Yang Xue stepped forward from behind him and held onto his arm with a serious face.

She supported Zhang Jue with one hand and clenched her fist in the other hand, as if she had made up her mind.

Her every move was watched by 343, and the old man known as "God" was suddenly full of great vigilance.

Uriel also seemed to sense something.

The temperature of the Scarlet Flame Sword in his hand reached the highest.

As long as he waved down, hundreds of meters below him would turn into a piece of scorched earth.

At this moment, a whistling sounded.

An arrow galloped in Uriel's direction from a distance, targeting his chest.

The speed of this arrow is so fast that it faintly breaks through the time limit.

It seemed that one second was still on the horizon, and the next second, it was already in front of him.

Uriel was startled and raised the red flame sword in his hand.

The all-white arrow deviated from the track, shot towards his side and behind, and landed on the ground in the distance, causing a huge explosion with a bang.

"who?!"

Uriel's whole body was full of alertness.

The battle with Yang Xue and Zhang Jue just now made him exhausted.

Not only him, but even 343 was very tired.

And this arrow is so powerful that it has such destructive power from such a long distance, and the person who shoots the arrow is definitely not something to be offended by.

They finally forced Zhang Jue into a desperate situation. If there is another reinforcement at this time, it will really fall short.

Uriel's voice just fell, and a knight riding a white horse and wearing a crown appeared in the air not far away, and walked towards this side leisurely.

He held a white longbow in his hand. Obviously, he should have shot the arrow just now.

The knight on the white horse smiled and said: "Hey, big silly bird, I haven't seen you for many years, you have grown so big, I remember when I first saw you, you were just a little house sparrow."

The shape of the other party is too recognizable, so even after many years, Uriel still remembers his identity - one of the Four Horsemen of the Doomsday, the white horse knight representing the plague, Cipriano.

"What are you doing here?" Uriel asked.

Cipriano laughed and was about to speak when another voice suddenly sounded from the sky.

"Birdman, I don't have your share of words here."

A red-colored horse stepped through the void, and on it sat a knight in red armor, holding a long red sword in his hand.

Cipriano looked at him with disgust.

"Priest, why are you always trying to steal my limelight? I really want to shoot you with an arrow."

Priest, the knight on the red horse who represents the war, pointed at him with a knife: "Cipgliano, to tell you the truth, I have wanted to cut off your head with a knife more than once."

Cipriano fiddled with his longbow: "What's the matter, you want to fight again? I can accompany you any time."

Priest narrowed his eyes.

Cipriano clenched his fists.

At this moment, another voice sounded from above their heads.

"Are you two going to duel, then I can be the referee to ensure fairness."

Everyone looked for fame, and saw a knight on a black horse standing in the sky overlooking them.

Don't know when he appeared there.

He was not holding a weapon, but a balance.

Cipriano snorted.

"Starr, stop talking nonsense there, don't you just hope that we both will suffer a lose-lose situation, are you willing to reap the benefits, and you deliberately get a balance as a weapon, it's not too heavy for you."

Starr, the dark horse knight representing the famine, slowly descended from the sky: "Cipgliano, you say that, I feel very sad, do you think I am such a person?"

Cipriano and Priest nodded at the same time: "Yes, that's who you are."

The white horse, the red horse, and the black horse, the three knights, you are telling jokes every word and every word, as if there is no one else.

343 and his angels were like enemies.

Each of the Four Horsemen of Doom is a very powerful being.

Although there are only three people here, they are in a very bad state. If they are not careful, they may be taken advantage of by others.

Yang Xue hadn't seen them, but she and the Hanged King had learned magic, and she could feel the powerful power emanating from the three of them.

Individually, they may not be as strong as 343, but the three together are enough to kill them all.

On the scene, the only person who is not afraid of these people is our protagonist, classmate Zhang Jue.

"Hey, I said, where did you guys come from? Please let me go, you blocked my camera, I'm the protagonist, you know?"

Cipriano was stunned for a moment, and asked the knight on the red horse next to him: "Priest, don't tell me, our target is him, right? We don't even know the four knights of the doomsday?"

Priest carried his big knife on his shoulder, with a slightly helpless expression: "Look at this scene, is there anyone else besides him?"

"Oh, okay-"

The two of them talked softly.

On the other side, 343 finally floated up from behind.

"Three, what are you doing here?"

Cipriano glanced at him, then laughed.

"Old man, I've known you for so long, and this is the first time I've seen you so embarrassed."

343 smiled and did not answer.

Starr, who was holding the balance, said: "Don't worry, old man, we are not here to trouble you." He turned his eyes to Zhang Jue: "We are here to find him."

There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were very cold, and it was obvious that the visitor was not good.

At this apocalyptic moment, it seems that everyone is pointing the finger at Zhang Jue.

Uriel heard that they were also here to kill Zhang Jue, so he was slightly relieved, but still very vigilant.

The Four Horsemen of the Doomsday have a very bad reputation, and they themselves represent disaster.

Wherever you go, there will be disasters.

If they kill Zhang Jue and kill their master, they and these injured subordinates may not be their opponents.

At this moment, Zhang Jue realized the identity of these three people only after hearing those few words.

What Cain once told him, the Four Horsemen of the Doomsday.

Zhang Jue's arrogant face instantly turned gloomy.

He looked at the three people who were chatting and laughing in the sky, and said in a low voice, "Aren't there four of you, and a death knight riding a green horse, where did she go?"

"You want to find a death knight?" Cipriano laughed and smiled at Priest beside him, "Look, this kid is impatient - why, aren't the three of us enough? "

"I'm asking you, Death Knight, where is she?!"

Zhang Jue almost roared.

His aura was earth-shattering, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

The smiles of the three doom knights instantly disappeared from their faces.

They glanced at each other, all seeing disbelief on each other's faces.

Nima, is this person really human?

This naked killing intent, as if if they didn't tell him, they would be shattered in the next second.

Zhang Jue lowered his head slightly, and no one could see his expression clearly.

Only Yang Xue could feel his state of mind from his slightly trembling arm.

She knew that what Zhang Jue was looking for was not the Death Knight, but Xue Li.

That is his sister.

In this world, Zhang Jue has friends and lovers, but only one relative, the little girl who will call him "Brother Zhang Jue".

Zhang Jue and Xue Li didn't get along for a long time, maybe only two months.

But the relationship between the two of them is the most sincere.

To say that Zhang Jue's first obsession is to wake up the sleeping Xue Li.

Unexpectedly, Shirley woke up by herself, and after awakening, she became another person.

The famous death knight.

Everyone was frightened by Zhang Jue's aura.

For a while, both the sky and the ground were quiet.

Needle drop is audible.

"Dah, dah, dah, dah."

The sound of hooves came from the distant air.

Originally, the sound was not loud, but because the place was too quiet, it seemed so clear.

A tall horse with dark green flames, a knight in black armor against the scythe of the **** of death.

Under everyone's attention, step through the void and walk here step by step.

The death knight is the strongest among the four doomsday knights, and her strength is already comparable to that of 343.

And the gloomy aura that she carried on her body, which represented death, made her even more terrifying.

"Who is looking for me?" she asked in a cold voice.

There was no trace of emotion in this voice, and it was colder than the wind of the three or nine days.

Although there was no trace of that little girl in her body, Zhang Jue could sense that she was Xue Li.

"Shirley! It's me!"

Zhang Jue said loudly.

However, the awakened Death Knight had long since lost her memory of Xue Li. She looked at Zhang Jue and said coldly, "Looking for death."

Then a sickle slashed down.

A black light representing death floated straight towards Zhang Jue.

It is said to be floating, but the speed of its spread is actually very fast.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue resisted this wave of attacks without dodging or evading.

The moment the black light touched his body, Zhang Jue trembled, but he stood firm and did not fall down.

Yang Xue wanted to hold him, but Zhang Jue turned back and smiled at her.

Although Yang Xue was distressed, he respected his choice.

She took something out of her pocket and stuffed it into Zhang Jue's hand.

Zhang Jue glanced at her, and she nodded vigorously to Zhang Jue.

Their every move fell into the eyes of 343.

But at this time, the Four Horsemen of Doomsday did not remind him of anything.

It would be the best outcome for Zhang Jue if he and the Four Horsemen of Death would lose both.

Zhang Jue clenched the thing Yang Xue had given him in his hand and faced the death knight again.

"Shirley, do you really not remember me?"

The Death Knight looked at him, never feeling that he was so bored with a person.

Of course, 682 under the saddle knew Zhang Jue, but he didn't say anything at this time.

No matter when, it is always loyal to its master.

Zhang Jue took out something from his arms: "Xue Li, it doesn't matter if you don't remember me—"

"sentimental."

Shirley snorted and interrupted him.

The long black scythe waved again, this time she was ready to kill.

The black aura fluctuated, and Zhang Jue felt the danger.

He pushed Yang Xue aside.

But he himself got caught.

"Uh—it really hurts—"

Zhang Jue turned his back to the sky and fell to the ground, his eyes slowly closed.

And a little bear fell out of his hand.

Chapter end