Hammer Your Conscience Flat! / The Foundation Never Retreats!

However, that chilling rustling sound rose again from the surrounding woods.

This time, there are many!

Chapter 430, Section 451: I'll smash your conscience flat!

"Relax! Relax! We're on the same side!"

Just as the tense crowd raised their guns, preparing to engage the uninvited guests in the jungle, an elderly white man wearing a green military cap and tattered clothes tumbled down the hillside.

The mix of indigenous languages and English used in the shouts finally made these people lower their guard.

"Mark Hank! He used to serve in the U. S. Air Force! He ended up here after his plane crashed, and he has his insignia! Look!"

The excited white old man pointed to the badge on his military green hat, his lips trembling with excitement as he spoke.

Colonel Packard recognized the Golden Eagle Emblem on the hat, opened his arms, and gave the poor old soldier a polite hug.

"My God, you've finally come! This is the first time in over a decade that I've been able to reconnect with the civilized world. You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment!"

"Coca-Cola, chicken wraps, hamburgers, cigars... Oh my god, I'm going crazy thinking about these!"

Old man Mark threw himself into Colonel Packard's arms and wept like a child, tears streaming down his face, which made everyone feel sorry for him.

After calming himself down, Mark waved into the woods, where a group of simply dressed South Pacific natives lowered their bows, retrieved their javelins, and came out to greet him.

When they saw the majestic statue standing in the wilderness, the natives knelt down in worship, chanting praises.

Then they saw four Skull Lizard on the ground, and gasped in amazement again.

According to Mark's explanation, the natives regard King Kong as the guardian deity of the island, while the Skull Lizard that emerges from the ground is called a "demon" because of its ferocious nature.

Because of King Kong's influence and Mark's role as an intermediary, the natives were quite enthusiastic and stepped forward to help the Monarch Organization, which had suffered heavy losses, move its supplies.

At this point, Professor Randa, who had some ideas about the Skull Lizard, not only took away the soil samples he had collected, but also used a box of Canned Food to get the natives to help him carry the Skull Lizard's carcass to the natives' camp.

The four groups, who originally had their own agendas, got along quite well because of this chance encounter, chatting and laughing all the way to safety.

As night fell, in order to relax their tense nerves and ease the Affliction of losing their comrades, the surviving soldiers simply moved all the remaining alcohol to an open space and invited everyone to drink heartily.

The camp erupted in jubilation. Amidst the frequent clinking of glasses, some of the more enthusiastic natives even pulled together a few young men from the army to sing and dance in the open space.

The old soldier, Mark, happily puffed on his cigar, leaned over to Colonel Packard for a chat about everyday life and to inquire about the changes in the outside world.

"I'm sorry, sir, we have a mission to accomplish on Skull Island."

Packard, a former soldier, naturally respected and felt sorry for his veteran who had suffered such a tragic fate, but he also had to tell Mark that their mission was not a rescue.

Therefore, even though Mark was eager to return home, he had no choice but to postpone his trip according to the team's arrangements.

However, the fact that Mark has lived to this age and can still get along so well with the natives is enough to prove that he is a shrewd and intelligent person.

The old man was quite magnanimous. After waving his hand, he neither inquired about the purpose of Colonel Packard's group's actions nor showed much interest in the encounters of the three groups.

Instead, Mark, speaking from experience, explained the customs and traditions of the local natives while sharing his insights on how to survive on Skull Island.

"I think the one on the left is nice. You could try asking her to dance, and then..."

The old soldier pointed to one of the indigenous women who seemed to fit Western aesthetic standards, and gave her a knowing look.

Living on Skull Island, teeming with dangerous creatures, the natives generally don't have long lifespans. As a result, their gregarious nature has led to some rather open-minded views.

Even Mark himself, in his youth, slept with almost a third of the young women in the entire village.

However, Packard, now middle-aged, spent more time grieving for his fallen men and began planning how to complete the tasks assigned to him with minimal losses.

Unlike ordinary people who use revelry to numb themselves, these extraordinary individuals distanced themselves from the noise and formed their own circles.

Outside the fortress, King Kong, who was over forty meters tall, had difficulty getting in and out. After enjoying the cooked Skull Lizard food roasted by the natives, he collapsed into a grove of trees and fell fast asleep.

In a large, clean house, Jill Hera and Koko, seemingly best friends, are standing on stools, secretly competing with each other by drinking.

However, Koko, whose physical abilities were average, was quickly defeated. After getting drunk, the Arms Queen used her "Indiscriminate Combat Skill," punching and kicking the air with her left and right hands.

"You... Jill! Will you die if you lose even once?!"

"Back when you first entered the game, wasn't it me, your kind older sister, who guided you?"

"You've got some nerve, daring to use me as a bargaining chip? Don't forget how much of a kickback you took from me when you were getting your [Wild Serpent] equipment to get these Rose of Fate."

"Where's your conscience? Let me feel it! I'll smash it flat before I talk!"

Jill Hera's lips twitched as his secrets were exposed on the spot.

Seeing this, Kevin quickly stepped forward to stop Koko from reaching out her claws to Jill Hera's "conscience".

The Miss Wild Serpent looked slightly nervous, but in the end she sat down quietly, tacitly approving Kevin's actions and abandoning her only valuable trump card.

What a cunning little fox! Jill Hera finished his beer, rolled his eyes, and muttered to himself.

However, when she saw the green-haired Holy Grail sitting next to her, picking at the food with his cynical eye, she naturally understood that from now on, both sides could finally let down their guard.

However, after Kevin dealt with the Miss Wild Serpent, he didn't expect to inadvertently make Koko's target him.

"You brat! You always raise prices when you sell something. You're so clever, but you're not cute at all!"

"And this time, I suffered a huge loss, how are you going to compensate me?"

The boy chuckled dryly, grabbed the chattering Koko, and pushed and pulled her into the bedroom.

With no rivals, Jill Hera simply turned to Mira, whom he had met once before, and continued their drinking contest to while away the long night.

That kid's name was something like "Kevin"? His last name was "Hakumen"? What a pity.

What's there to regret? It's strange that I would think this way about a child.

Mira watched the departing figures of the "siblings" feel a strange mix of anticipation and disappointment, her mind filled with a jumble of thoughts.

Inside the bedroom, Kevin had just helped the drunken, unscrupulous businessman onto the bed when the woman suddenly pinned the boy down, her drunken eyes glazing over as she pinched his cute, handsome face.

"How are you going to repay what you owe me?"

"Hehe, how about I buy you back from your Sister Zero?"

"Its body is soft and its skin is cool. It even shares the same name as my idol. It must feel so comfortable to hug."

This unscrupulous businessman, whose drinking manners were terrible, actually revealed his fetish Shota complex Kevin, rubbing his cheeks like Obsessed Woman, leaving behind patches of heat.

"If you're drunk, just go to sleep!"

Kevin rolled over and sat up, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

"It's hot... I can't sleep... you have to comfort me!"

But the usually shrewd and Arms Queen was now acting like a child, even tearing off her few remaining clothes while making a fuss.

Obviously, if this continues, with no one watching, who knows if this woman will go out and run naked at night.

"Please, let me go! I'm still a child!" Kevin closed his eyes in Affliction and then shut the door.

Yes, from the inside.

ps: Thank you to the reader, Craftsman Xuhua, for urging me to update the blade.

Chapter 431, Section 452: The Foundation Will Never Back Down!

Skull Island, Barren Land.

The two Skull Lizard carcasses left behind attracted many small and medium-sized animals to dine there due to the pervasive smell of blood.

However, in the deep, dark cave behind them, pairs of yellowish, vertical snake pupils blinked sinisterly.

Immediately, a large, dense group of shadows silently closed in, and the beasts realized they were being targeted by these greedy predators, but it was too late.

With a swipe of its sharp claws, the animals that had gathered there were quickly slaughtered, their cries echoing through the air. The prey, along with the still-undecayed limbs of their own kind, were dragged into the cave by the skeletal reptiles that surged onto the ground.

The desolate land, like bones gnawed clean by hyenas, exudes a deathly stillness.

Meanwhile, a ferry, taking advantage of the thick sea fog, crossed the storm zone and docked on the left side of the cliffs of Skull Island.

As the Landing Pod opened, a group of armed men wearing gas masks, standard black combat uniforms, and strange red Triangle Body epaulets on their right arms emerged from both sides to guard the surrounding area.

Immediately afterwards, a group of priests dressed in black robes and hooded heads, carrying black books, astrolabes, and nautical charts, solemnly walked ashore.

But as soon as they set foot on the island, a purplish-black mist, shrouded in the darkness of night, silently seeped into their bodies.

Instantly, the mysterious group of people in black priestly robes became excited, their bodies trembling as they prostrated themselves on the ground and frantically kissed the earth.

Under the cold, dim yellow moonlight, their limbs appeared to swell to varying degrees.

Until one of the priests' masks was forced open by a strange force, several octopus-tentacle-like things were eerily protruding from both sides of his cheeks and wriggling continuously.

"Our Lord in the sea, be glory to your name, come your kingdom, and have your will done in this silent land!"

"Although the stars have not returned to their proper places, the seal has been broken, and this world needs a new master..."

Amidst the hoarse, eerie voice, the leading priest bowed his head and hunched over, his posture frenzied, his monstrous, yellowish pupils gleaming with excitement.

Then, with his two slender, withered fingers holding a few tattered pieces of parchment, he raised them high, the slippery, wriggling voice in his mind constantly urging him to move closer to that great will.

How insignificant and humble human beings are!

Their civilization originated on land, but the great starry sky and the deep sea are the true cradle of immortality.

Jesus Christ, Buddha, Allah—they are all false gods!

They are so shallow! So ignorant!

We, the fortunate few who have glimpsed a sliver of the world's truth in our dreams, do not recognize them as our kind! Nor do we deign to associate with them!

"There, I felt the Lord's call..."

The leading priest pointed to the Barren Land surrounded by towering mountains and issued commands in a hoarse voice.

A group of armed men wearing strange red Triangle Body epaulets mechanically marched forward to clear the way, their occasionally exposed wrists displaying a color resembling lizard scales.

In an underground research facility, the scene before one's eyes, illuminated by flickering lights, is chilling.

The pervasive, pungent smell of hydrochloric acid, the cracked walls, the bloodstains on the floor, the severed human limbs, the ripped riot shields, and various firearms all combined to create a hellish graffiti.

"This is Zone D. SCP-682 has breached containment. Requesting backup! Requesting... poof!"

The horrific sound of flesh being torn apart came through the walkie-talkie, becoming the last lingering echo of the man's dying moments.

Another one died? Shouldn't the entire Zone D be wiped out?

Curled up in the ventilation duct, Andrei calmly turned off the walkie-talkie, though the last sound, like Beast chewing its food, annoyed him.

Pshaw, humans aren't food...

That son of a bitch 682 is out wandering around again. Next time I catch him, I'll definitely shove a hydrochloric acid syringe into his ass!

Then, Andrei touched the identification code on the back of his head, reminiscing about his life in prison, and then, still feeling aggrieved, kicked the trembling newcomer in the corner.

The tall, burly Italian gangster, covered in tattoos, was chattering and could barely hold his gun.

"What... what the hell is that?"

"Rookie, you're lucky. You just finished training and were assigned here, only to run into a containment breach. Go buy a lottery ticket; you're sure to win."

"Alright, welcome to hell!"

Andrei hugged his shotgun tightly, his tone half-joking and half-helpless.

"This is the last one! They're all dead! Why don't we escape?"

"I need some money outside, I just need to get out..."

The newcomer's trembling hand rested on Andrei's shoulder, his expression contorted with panic, as he urgently pressed for answers.

"Enough! Remember, the Foundation will never back down, no matter what! Your life has been bought, and that is a principle that must be upheld!"

"Moreover, behind us... is all of humanity!"

Andrei casually slapped the newcomer across the face and gave a cold snort.

Perhaps the meaning of this sentence is a little hard for a newcomer to understand, but having experienced the Second Honkai and dug potatoes in Siberia prison, he understands...

No matter how messed up this world is, someone always has to bear the burden...

For example, the beam of fire that swept away the wind and snow...