I’m In Charge of SCP - Chapter 269: Who Are You

Chapter 269: Who Are You

Despair must be the best word to sum up these magicians’ feelings. To find Saarn, they had traveled considerable distances to the city of Arcadia. In order to cast the forbidden spell, Alfred had to sacrifice his own life, although this did not succeed in obliterating him. It couldn’t possibly damage him at all.

Saarn was now perched high in the air, staring at them suspiciously. He had adopted a new shape. A fully developed Yahn, who can compete?

It was no longer possible for Alfred to cast the forbidden spell a second time because he was already so weak.

“Is this the only strength of a so-called Magic Tutor?” Sain said.

In fact, Alfred was aware of the issue before Saarn reappeared. He consumed Meredith, his teacher, if what Saarn claimed earlier is accurate.

Then, it suffices to demonstrate that Saarn already possessed the power to murder a magic teacher many years prior. not to mention the fact that he is now in God’s presence.

As soon as Saarn regained his vigor, a scarlet cloud once more engulfed the entire Arcadia City. Moreover than when he had recently climbed to the gods. Although the fog was all around him, his form was clearly apparent because he was high in the sky.

Those few remaining believers saw Lord Saarn resurrected and all fell to their knees, chanting his name. No one saw that Saarn’s brow was slightly furrowed. Because he could sense that two of the four saints under him Nadox and Sarn their aura had disappeared.

They were dead. But Saarn’s astonishment was only momentary, for such trivial matters, he would not care now.

He looked at the magicians below and slowly spoke, “Alfred, any last words?”

The entire city of Arcadia City could hear Saarn’s voice as it resounded. Alfred realized that the mission had failed at this time. He had no regrets, though. Even if he was given several more opportunities, the outcome would remain the same if even the most potent forbidden magic he could cast failed to end Saarn’s life.

Do your best and pay attention to God’s will, according to an Eastern proverb. If God cannot be disobeyed, then he actually has nothing to say. Alfred was overjoyed to see the students and apprentices gathered around him, glaring angrily and fearlessly at Yarn.

He briefly coughed before smiling for the first time all evening. “You have a choice, murder them or kill me, Saarn. However, let me warn you that killing more people won’t help you prevent the inevitable extinction because humans are essentially invulnerable.”

Saarn’s inner nature also underwent major change after becoming a divinity, making it difficult for Yarn to be convinced by Alfred’s stirring remarks. He only found it fascinating. The tiny, vulnerable beings known as humans had long ruled the planet.

“Good, then you will disappear along with your wish.”

When Saarn was done, he waved his hand and caused a breeze and sand to appear. Alfred and a group of magicians were being attacked by a shotgun-like-speed gravel in the air. Unsurprisingly, these magicians who have been stripped of their bodies will pass away in the next instant with blood holes all over their bodies.

A startling transformation happened at this exact moment. Alfred and his followers vanished in a split second after a figure flashed by extremely quickly. Saarn was already unbeatable since he was a deity of the blood and flesh of the heart.

He had a strong sense that no one in the city of Arcadia could currently compete with him. No one is capable of harming him, much less killing him.

In his opinion, all species are comparable to pigs and dogs. Consequently, even when Alfred and the others abruptly

“Teleportation?” Saarn guessed the reason at first.

Because Alfred’s presence was no longer felt by him. Contrarily, a young man with black hair and black pupils suddenly materialized in the center of Saarn’s field of vision.

“How are you, fellow Saarn?” He said with a smile.

Saarn was a little taken aback when he first saw Zhang Jue. As a freshly promoted god, he could feel that this man’s aura was fundamentally distinct from that of other people on this world.

Saarn frowned as his ethereal voice rang out from the sky, “Who are you?”

…

General Kashar, leader of the GOC, and Angelo, who were in charge of the GOC and SCP Foundation, were seated in front of a big screen. After receiving immediate special care, the satellite was already able to look through the crimson fog and assess the condition inside Arcadia.

They anticipated Alfred’s casting of the unlawful spell and then watched as Saarn was brought back to life. They were in the worst possible attitude right now. No matter what, they did not anticipate that Saarn would not be wiped out by four nuclear bombs plus a forbidden magic.

This indicates that the Foundation and the GOC have exhausted all of their options; at the very least, the operation they had planned together was unsuccessful. Alfred could be slain at any point with Saarn’s resurrection.

But they are no longer paying attention to this. Their expectations were significantly exceeded by Saarn’s strength, which has now become a significant issue for humanity. They need to consider how they will explain this situation to their respective organizations.

In contrast, there seems to be no need to say anything when Alfred and a bunch of magicians are killed. They are unable to save and do not want to save.

Both of them had cold faces and were planning to leave. But they were called by a staff member on the side.

“Lord Angelo, General Kashar, you look–”

When Kashar turned around, a young man wearing the SCP Foundation uniform and with black hair and eyes suddenly appeared in the image. Even more shocking was the fact that the young man was violently unafraid and even talking and laughing while facing Saarn. General Kashar questioned whether even he could defeat an evil god.

He asked Angelo in amazement, “Who is he?

…

With the exception of those flesh and blood monsters with tenacious life forces, there were no longer any normal people in the contemporary Arcadia due to the numerous explosions that had left the city’s defenses shattered. all but Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue had seen Alfred and his followers cast the unlawful spell together. The special effects, which were far superior to what he had experienced when playing the game. He hadn’t really intended to save these magicians, to be honest.

In the thick of battle, the general has little chance of survival. He was aware that it would probably be preferable to sacrifice these individuals here. It’s important to note that he and they are meeting for the first time without even a casual acquaintance.

There was no requirement to take a chance on a ride to save them. But when it came down to it, Zhang Jue’s brain was hot and he manifested like a ghost upon witnessing their life-defying presence.

He had already dragged Alfred and the others into the alternate reality when he regained consciousness, and he was standing in front of Saarn. Even he had not anticipated it.

But it made no difference. One major advantage belonged to Zhang Jue.

Whatever the situation, he was able to swiftly accept the reality in front of him and consider a solution. It was identical to the moment he had crossed over.

He had previously built up a backup plan to eliminate Saarn, and he couldn’t now forsake his prior work. Even though the opposing side is an evil deity, he can still get his way as long as he can talk.

Saarn’s observation abilities became so strong when he attained Godhood that he immediately realized he was not a member of the human race.

He asked, “Who are you?”

Hearing these words, Zhang Jue smiled. More than a year had passed since he had crossed into this world. Many people had asked him the question, “Who are you?

There are allies and enemies, and his response varies as well. However, each time he felt as though he had not finished, as if he had failed to fully present himself to people. He remembered a chat he had when he was younger with his father.

“Dad, I’m going to be in first grade tomorrow, and my teacher said I should introduce myself to everyone in a paragraph, what should I say?”

“This is very simple. The most important thing is to introduce yourself is to have the momentum, so that others can remember you at once.”

“Then how to be considered to have the momentum?”

“This is even simpler. For example, you can write a poem for yourself.”

“A poem?”

“Yes, a poem.”

“So dad, do you have one?”

“He, not afraid to tell you, your father I am the least short of this stuff, if you want to listen, I can read out a thousand words or more in a minute without repeating.”

“Dad, your writing must have been very good when you were a kid.”

“Sorry, my language teacher was mad at me.”

…

The corner of Zhang Jue’s mouth slowly rose as the memory ended.

Under the gaze of the three parties, Saarn, SCP Foundation and GOC, he slowly spoke.

“Since you have asked in a badly manner, I will answer you in a righteous manner.”

“God, Allah, Jade Emperor, Rudra.”

“Within the three worlds, among the six paths, the mighty name is well known to women and children.”

“When I came to see the ancient river and the sea, I visited the mysteries of the world.”

“A flute, a sword, a monk.”

“Who is the friend of the lone wolf, who is the friend of the heavenly bathing snow.”

“One flute, one sword, one business, fifteen years of madness.”

“Dragon horse a thousand miles snowflake line, wind moon ten steps heavenly sword sound.”

“The autumn frost cuts the jade number long day, does not destroy the monk’s name.”

“Pretending to be a god and a saint and an immortal, abandoning Confucianism and the Tao and the whole sage.”

“The real book in the box is not read, do not know literature and martial arts only know money.”

“Heaven and earth do not speak, filthy incarnate.”

“Kill and purify the world, my life against God.”

“Punched 087, Rode 682, Materialized 3125, Wander through 1351.”

“The appearance of the immortal painting, gracefulness is suitable for all families.”

“There is no evil thought in the heart, the gods and ghosts are afraid, is what I’m about to show you!”

“The line will change its name, to be the same as I, Zhang Jue!”