I asked you to write about the statue, and you wrote about Foundation 173?

【In front of the ruins of the ancient city that had been covered by the desert, two beings came forward. One of them was a four-legged creature with horns, wearing a crown made of ice particles on its head, and its eyes contained the entire galaxy.】

【The second is a human being, simple and humble, but with a great love that extends to the edge of the universe. He can penetrate into the deepest depths of hell and show sympathy for the weaknesses that have nothing to do with him.】

【Under the naming system of the SCP Foundation, they and we are both called the Supreme Godhead, but what is missing cannot be stopped.】

【I have already told what happened to Pangloss after that. As for the other one, his behavior made no sense.】

SCP-2845 traveled through the ruins of this ancient city with a very ordinary-looking young man, and they decided to capture the thief - the king first.

The former created a large number of cylinders to trap SCP-1915 tightly in the middle, while changing the internal physical environment and reality.

A ball of flame filled with sacred temperament appeared out of thin air in the latter's hand. However, he did not throw the flame out, but created an extremely broad barrier to try to cover the white sand to prevent it from spreading further.

For a moment it seemed that they had the advantage, but something was missing that was unstoppable.

In an instant, white sand filled the area where SCP-2845 and Pangloss were.

Both of them did not die, but after losing their physical state and incarnating in this universe, there was nothing they could do

"I know the SCP-2845 one, but who is the other one?"

"I saw it in an article on the SCP official website. It seems to be called Pangloss. He is a supreme god who is friendly to humans. He seems to have saved a mobile task force."

"ah? Is there a new supreme deity?!"

"Check out the SCP official website more! Those interesting ideas and stories are not written by only player No. 100."

"It is indeed a miracle of collective literary creation on the Internet today."

"Doesn’t anyone care about that special effect? It’s really handsome and interesting!"

"What I'm concerned about right now is when will the price of this helmet be reduced and promoted to everyone?"

"What era of big-budget movies?"

"Now it seems that the missing thing is the strongest SCP project, defeating two supreme gods by oneself."

"That's it, but the supreme divinity seems to be a unique existence and not something that exists in every universe?"

"This is normal. This conceptual existence itself has countless incarnations."

【The prisoners of the SCP Foundation kept rushing towards the missing object, some angry, some confused】

【Perhaps this is because living in symbiosis with a being like the missing thing makes them feel humiliated and almost crazy. I don't blame them】

【But in the end, the prison has been emptied, the world has dried up, life has almost disappeared, and there is only one city left to survive. 】

The screen played at an extremely fast speed, scenes of SCP objects that were either bizarre or common items in life rushing towards the white sand one after another.

But in the end, the scene was fixed on a member of the SCP Foundation looking at a line of text in the database. The content of the text was...

SCP items currently under containment: 0

【The missing things move towards the only remaining stronghold of mankind, the city is crumbling, and the gravel covers the last tree that should have flourished forever in the world.】

【I feel that every tiny speck of life in this sad place is swaying like the weak flame of a cheap candle before a typhoon arrives.】

【At this moment, the red and orange sunset danced in the ivory sky, and I felt that all of them】

【For you, brother, I see it with my own eyes. 】

The endless white sand spread towards the last building group that still looked like a city, forming an encirclement that was unstoppable and invincible.

Although there are countless defense measures on the edge of the city that are constantly firing, it has no effect.

In the end, Baisha knocked down the walls that had undergone numerous reinforcement measures and poured into the city.

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"So tragic"

"I feel like there should be some music……"

"According to the setting, the missing thing is probably not the only one that has fought against all SCP projects."

"What Duel King?"

"If it is really an apocalyptic epic, I think the plot and content can be changed and made into a big movie!"

"I support it. I will definitely watch it once it is released."

"So are the two personalities currently fighting each other for control of the body?" (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Feeling yes"

【In the room, a woman sat hunched over at the foot of the bed, unable to convince herself to pray.】

【She lost her mother when she was very young. Although she is no longer young, her appearance still shows all the atrocities that occurred in that accident.】

【Her mother stood fearless before the baby-eaters, and even as they fell together she continued to sing praises to her savior】

【She lost her father, a knight, at the beginning of the war against the Missing Thing, and they marched with holy passion.】

【Fight alongside the heavily armed forces of the Global Occult Coalition and those they consider their enemies. 】

The scene flashed back, and the troops of the Horizon Initiative and the Global Occult Alliance put aside the conflicts they had always had and launched a fierce attack on the missing thing, that is, the boundless white sofa.

A group of knights full of religious atmosphere raised their swords with so-called divine power and slashed at SCP-1915, while the priests in the back row were holding various religious items and chanting.

The Global Occult Alliance's air force continued to drop bombs one after another, and the most advanced mecha troops tried to use thaumaturgic flamethrowers to burn the white sand to the ground.

The soldiers on the ground, no matter what kind of arms they were in the past, are now transformed into fire-breathing soldiers. They use individual flamethrowers blessed by thaumaturgy to spray flames on the spreading white sand.

Members of organizations that were classified as evil forces, such as the Chaos Insurgents, the Serpent's Hand, and the Church of the Broken God, also showed their magical powers, and all kinds of energy flew towards the white sand.

Their spirit is admirable, but useless.

The white sand swallowed up soldiers and mechas, knights and priests, thaumaturges and believers of gods, and also swallowed up that group of artists.

In just half an hour, what can be said to be the largest alliance of supernatural organizations in history collapsed. Only the Library of the Exiled successfully rescued some people and escaped from the universe.

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