I’m In Charge of SCP

I don't know how long the battle lasted.

The skies above the new headquarters of the Authority were filled with chaos, day and night.

Of the more than nine hundred angels, only less than two hundred remained. 343's hair was messed up and his age was obvious. Uriel was guarding him, and there were only four wings left on its back.

Compared with them, Zhang Jue and Yang Xue's side was even more miserable.

Yang Xue's face was pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. It seemed that she had suffered serious internal injuries.

Zhang Jue's shirt was shredded, revealing his solid arms. There were many cuts on it, some of which were already covered with flesh and blood—his physical strength was about to reach its limit, and his self-healing ability was no longer effective.

Although the two have 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 not many good things in the different space, they would have been beaten to death by many angels.

Zhang Jue had already scavenged all the usable things in his different space, 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.

Two, this matter should have a result.

343's ethereal voice sounded again.

Zhang Jue was soaked in blood, protecting Yang Xue, and said boldly: Old man, if you have any tricks, you can use them. If I am afraid of you, I will not call Zhang Jue!

Zhang Jue is like a little strong, with a very tenacious vitality. 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 holding back and not doing his best is because Zhang Jue is very cunning. If he fails with a single blow, he will get a chance to counterattack, and the consequences will be disastrous. However, the more important reason is that he is afraid of Yang Xue.

To be precise, he was afraid of what Yang Xue had in his hands.

From 343's point of view, this woman is not simple, even scarier than Zhang Jue.

The last time they fought against each other, he didn't pay attention to Yang Xue.

But no one can imagine,

The thing in Yang Xue's hand actually caused him to be seriously injured, and he would only recover in a month.

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

That's why 343 was more cautious and didn't dare to go forward.

He planned to ask Uriel to kill Zhang Jue.

343 made a gesture, and Uriel understood.

He led two subordinates and flew towards Zhang Jue.

Looking down at the two of them.

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

The Scarlet Flame Sword in his hand shone brightly again.

Prepare to die.

He said to Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue laughed: Just because of you, you still want to kill me? You don't want to piss and take pictures, but you know that you will let your companions die. My neighbor's dog is more loyal than you, cough cough——

Although Zhang Jue was still unrelenting, everyone could tell that he was at the end of his strength, and he started coughing violently before he finished speaking.

Yang Xue came up from behind him, held his arm, with a serious face.

She supported Zhang Jue with one hand and clenched her fist with 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 immediately full of great vigilance.

Uriel seemed to sense something too.

The temperature of the Chiyan sword in his hand reached the highest.

As long as he swung down, hundreds of meters below would turn into scorched earth.

At this moment, there was a roar.

An arrow galloped in the direction of Uriel from a distance, and the target was his chest.

The speed of this arrow was so fast that it faintly broke through the time limit.

It seemed that one second he was still in the sky, and the next second, he was already in front of him.

Uriel was shocked, and raised the Chiyan sword in his hand.

The white arrow deviated from the track, shot towards his side and rear, fell to the ground far away, and caused a huge explosion with a bang.

who?!

Uriel's whole body was full of vigilance.

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

Not only him, but even 343 was very tired.

And this arrow is so powerful, it has such destructive power from such a long distance, presumably the archer is definitely not something to mess with.

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

As soon as Uriel finished speaking, a knight riding a white horse and wearing a crown appeared in the air not far away, walking leisurely here

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 the first time I saw you, you were just a little house sparrow.

The opponent's appearance is so recognizable, so even after many years, Uriel still remembered his identity - one of the four horsemen of the doomsday, the knight on the white horse 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, you don't have a place to speak here yet.

A bright red horse came through the void, and a knight in red armor sat on it, holding a red long knife in his hand.

Cipriano looked at him with disgust.

Plister, why do you always try to steal my limelight? I really want to shoot you to death.

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

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

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 around, only to see a knight riding a black horse standing in the sky overlooking them.

It is not known when he appeared there.

He is not holding a weapon in his hand, but a scale.

Cipriano snorted.

Stahl, don't make sarcastic remarks there. You just hope that the two of us will be wounded, so you can reap the benefits. You also specially set up a scale as a weapon. It's not too heavy, you.

Starr, the black horse knight representing famine, descended slowly from the sky: Sipgliano, I feel very sad when you say that. Do you think I am such a person?

Cipriano and Priest nodded at the same time: Yes, you are such a person.

The three knights, the white horse, the red horse, and the black horse, are joking with each other as if no one else is around.

343 and his angels are on the verge of death.

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

Although there are only three people here now, their condition is very bad. If they are not careful, they may be taken advantage of by others.

Yang Xue has never seen them before, but she and the Hanged King have learned magic arts, and she can feel the powerful power emanating from these three people.

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, let me say, where did you guys come from again? Please make way, you blocked my camera, I'm the protagonist, you know?

Cipriano was taken aback, and asked the red horse rider next to him, Prist, don't tell me, our target is him, right? He doesn't even know the Four Horsemen of Doom?

Priest carried his big knife on his shoulder, with a 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 forward 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 in such a mess.

343 smiled, but did not answer.

Stahl, holding the scale, said, Don't worry, old man, we are not here to trouble you. He turned his eyes to look at Zhang Jue: We are here to find him.

There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were very cold, obviously the visitor was not kind.

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

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

The reputation of the Four Horsemen of Doom is very bad, and they themselves represent disasters.

Wherever it goes, there will be disasters.

In case they kill Zhang Jue and become murderous towards their master, they and these injured subordinates may not be their opponents.

But at this moment, Zhang Jue realized the identities of these three people only after hearing those words.

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

Zhang Jue's originally insolent face instantly became gloomy.

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

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

I'm asking you something, death knight, where is she?!

Zhang Jue almost roared.

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

The smiles of the three doomsday 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?

With this naked killing intent, it seemed that if they didn't tell him, they would be smashed to pieces in the next second.

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

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

She knew that what Zhang Jue was looking for was not a death knight, but Shirley.

That is his sister.

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

The time Zhang Jue and Shirley got along with each other was actually not very long, perhaps only two months in total.

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

To say that Zhang Jue's first obsession was to wake up the sleeping Shirley.

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

The famous death knight.

Everyone was frightened by Zhang Jue's aura.

All of a sudden, both the sky and the ground became quiet.

Needle drop can be heard.

Da, da, da, da.

The sound of hooves came from far away in the air.

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

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

Under the gaze of everyone, 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 343.

And the gloomy aura of death that came with her made her look even more terrifying.

Who is looking for me? She asked coldly.

There was no emotion in this voice, and it was three points colder than the three-nine-day wind.

Although she couldn't see the shadow of that little girl from her body, Zhang Jue could sense that she was Shirley.

Shirley! It's me!

Zhang Jue said loudly.

However, the awakened Death Knight had already lost the memory of Shirley. She looked at Zhang Jue and said coldly, Looking for death.

Then a sickle chopped 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 had already arrived in front of Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue did not dodge or evade, and resisted this wave of attacks forcefully.

The moment the black light touched his body, Zhang Jue trembled all over, but he forcibly held on and did not fall down.

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

Although Yang Xue felt distressed, she also 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 343's eyes.

But at this time, the Four Horsemen of Doom were present, and he didn't remind anything.

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

Zhang Jue clenched the things Yang Xue gave him in his hands, and turned to the death knight again.

Shirley, do you really not remember me?

The death knight looked at him, never feeling so tired of 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 scolded and interrupted him.

Hei Chang's sickle waved again, this time she was ready to kill.

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

He pushed Yang Xue aside.

But he was hit by the trick.

Um—it really hurts—

Zhang Jue fell to the ground on his back, his eyes slowly closed.

And a little bear fell out of his hand.