SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 227 - 227 227 A Lucky Demon_1

Chapter 227: Chapter 227 A Lucky Demon_1 Chapter 227: Chapter 227 A Lucky Demon_1 “Summoning a lucky ‘demon’?”

When the crowd heard Colin’s words, they all wore peculiar expressions since they had heard rumors of such entities, but had never actually seen one. Often, they regarded them as creatures of ancient mythology…

Shock gave way to curiosity…

“What do you need to summon a demon for? And what kind of demon is it?”

Qin Chuan asked, recalling the times back on Earth when they had exchanged knowledge with foreign colleagues.

They had heard about these beings from those people, creatures known for their extreme cruelty and fondness for slaughtering mortals, though they were rarely encountered. Qin Chuan wondered what Colin intended to summon such a creature for…

And he wasn’t certain if the demon Colin referred to was the same kind he had in mind.

“This train can take us away, but it requires enough fuel, and for that, we need a sufficiently hard-headed demon to make a contribution…”

Colin pursed his lips, giving an overview of the “demon’s” intelligence, prompting them to start preparing sacrifices, drafting contracts, and the like.

The type of sacrifice determined the kind of demon summoned since different demons favored different things…

Some required the performance of certain acts, like hosting a grand silver party, waging wars, or offering sacrifices of individuals or items that could interest these beings…

Fortunately, this world had no shortage of Third Level special containment subjects that were quite suitable as sacrifices.

By chance, the shelter also housed corresponding containment subjects.

They were exactly the type of demons who loved mindless slaughter, were the most headstrong, and super brave.

This wasn’t a big issue; what remained was drafting the contract and figuring out how to kill them and the like…

“The contract can’t be written in Chinese characters. No, to be more precise, it can’t be written in any of Earth’s several major languages. We need to use some obscure, minor languages, preferably ones that the demons have never seen…”

Colin pursed his lips, following the “Father of the Sea’s” advice.

In earlier times, summoning demons wasn’t too troublesome, except for the risk of backlash that could lead to being killed alongside the demon, as they were practically at one’s beck and call. If you dared to summon them, they dared to come.

After all, upon dying in the physical universe, these “demons” would only return to Subspace and not truly perish.

Instead, their spoils of war would return with them…

But then the people of Bonfire Company mastered some special techniques; even though they still couldn’t kill the demons, they managed to keep the demons’ possessions behind—commonly known as Bursting Gold Coins.

Time passed, and some “demons” grew cautious, no longer easily deceived, no longer so “eager to help”, and required various contracts to guarantee their own gains before descending.

The employees of the Bonfire Company also responded tactically, exploiting loopholes to avoid fulfilling the terms, in hopes of continuing to generate Bursting Gold Coins.

As a result, demons stopped responding to the calls written in Earth’s major languages, since using these languages signified unscrupulousness, lies, and so on, in their realm—even though they themselves lacked such virtues.

“These higher-ups in the Bonfire Company are screwing over not just their own people but outsiders as well. It’s utterly unethical; I’m ashamed to associate with such people.”

Colin shook his head and began to prepare further arrangements for the demons who would travel from afar.

One must also speak words that the demons like when summoning them…

In this regard, he had no experience. After considering it, he decided to refer to the script the Human Patchwork Monster had used to summon him, slightly improvising to make it unique—scholarly work should not be mere copycatting.

As long as it contained some key indicative elements, it would suffice…

Finally, as a person open to good advice, he decided to follow the “Father of the Sea’s” suggestion and prepare a big surprise for the guests, to give them a sense of the “warmth” that the people of this world had arranged for them upon their arrival.

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In a world gradually polluted by a terrifying toxic miasma, countless twisted beings, monstrously bizarre entities, race across Earth like a host of modified humanoid biological weapons, their bodies sprouting a variety of “weapons.”

Some have war hammers cast from grotesque flesh and blood; others possess mouths that spew highly corrosive, venomous pus; still, others have a backbone capable of projecting spikes…

At this moment, they were wielding their special limbs, harvesting the creatures before them with ferocious excitement.

They were towering individuals with pointed ears, whose appearances could be considered delicate and exquisite by human standards.

However, in the eyes of these strange beings, they were merely a crop of straws awaiting harvesting.

With a swing of their hammer, flesh splattered, and they devoured it into their mouths.

Then, a multitude of over ten-meter-tall, bloated monsters surged forward, opening their mouths to spray a dense liquid onto a towering life-giving tree. They stripped away its protective membrane through corrosion, until it withered, revealing a forest city-state protected by layers of branches and leaves.

All demons excitedly tore through the brambles and, under the leadership of the “Blood Ritual Baron,” charged into it.

The feast of slaughter began!

However, halfway through the banquet, the Lesser Demon Lord “Blood Ritual Baron,” who had bloodshot eyes from the killing, his waist adorned with numerous heads, almost bathing in blood, seemed to sense something.

“Summoning? Who is summoning me?!”

The Lesser Demon Lord’s eyeballs atop his head swirled, looking towards a vortex that seemed to be slowly spinning in front of him.

From it, he seemed to hear a voice emitting something…

“Brave and reverent… Master of Demons…”

“I beseech your gaze… to descend upon this… land of chaos…”

“I will lay out the offerings once more, hoping you can save us…”

“From the… Eternal Land of Chaos… Master of Demons…”

“May your mighty power, descend upon this land and bring us victory…”

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Though they did not recognize the language, their unique brains allowed them to roughly understand its meaning.

“Hahaha, another summoning request?”

The Lesser Demon Lord laughed wildly. He had just annihilated a city-state and was worried about finding the next target to fulfill the Demon Duke’s sacrificial requirements; he didn’t expect it to be delivered straight to him.

Even, he could vaguely sense the tantalizing offerings laid out in that summoning world.

Of course, as per the requirements, he would help those ignorant ones solve their troubles, and then, what to do next would no longer be up to those people.

Just as he was about to head straight there, a subordinate suddenly stopped him.

“This familiar sensation, it could be those guys, those damned ones, I can feel, I have a premonition, that familiar scent, ‘Bonfire Campsite,’ yes, it must be them, those damned ‘Firebearers,’ they’re back…”

An old demon gnashed his teeth as he spoke, seemingly recalling a dark chapter of the past.

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