SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 293 - 293 291 He who stabs others will always be

Chapter 293: Chapter 291: He who stabs others will always be stabbed._1 Chapter 293: Chapter 291: He who stabs others will always be stabbed._1 “Not bad, your strength isn’t bad, but do you all know what it means to make a move on my Olma’s territory?”

A cold voice emanated from beneath the black cloak.

As soon as the words ended, a large number of sinister and sticky crimson tentacles shot out from below the cloak, lashing around and creating thunderous explosion-like sounds.

The surrounding pirates who hadn’t had the chance to run far were unaware of the attack and were directly blown apart.

“Ah…” Dog Brother suddenly let out a scream; the few Four-Armed Citizens who tried to ambush their opponent had just approached when they were smashed to pieces by those tentacles.

“Heh, don’t worry, I’m here, and none of you will get away. I’ll smash you into pulp to feed my Freedom City,”

The pirate Olma chuckled, but he didn’t hurry to attack the man, instead continuing to look at the one with the bow.

“Let’s start with you! Your disgusting flame!”

The next second, Wave Rider’s expression turned serious as he saw a blood-red tentacle fiercely lashing toward him.

He instantly activated his “Tyrant Body,” and drew out his longbow to block.

A fiery shield enveloped him just before the attack.

With a loud bang,

The fiery shield instantly exploded, and he was flung away by the immense force wrapped in the tentacle, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop, feeling his internal organs boiling.

The pirate didn’t stop his attack but swung another tentacle directly at Wave Rider.

“I’m going all out!”

Wave Rider took a deep breath; he hadn’t expected the enemy that appeared this time to be so strong.

He did his best to place the longbow in front of him, set up a wall of fire, and drew the bow, thinking that even if he were to die, he would shoot his last strike.

Almost mockingly, the huge crimson tentacle slowed down its speed until he shot his attack, and then fiercely accelerated its strike.

Pop.

The tentacle shattered the flames, and then stabbed directly toward him; its thick black shadow already reflected on his face.

“Can’t dodge it.”

Wave Rider’s eyes narrowed as he channeled all his spirit into the longbow, intending to explode the weapon.

Even in death, he wanted to take a bite out of his opponent!

And then create a slight chance for his comrades, who were stuck in a deadlock because of his impulsiveness, to escape…

However, at that very moment, a figure shot into the scene like a bullet, and with a flash of silver light, the giant tentacle coming straight at him was suddenly cut in two.

And, at that moment, a familiar silhouette appeared before him.

“Brother Shunzi?”

Wave Rider was taken aback.

‘You really do stir up trouble; I was just stepping out for a bit…’

Colin looked at him with a complex expression and didn’t respond; as he was coming, he had been informed of the situation here through the Little Maid.

The reason they weren’t locked down was purely because they had been discovered the moment they attacked, and if they had been locked in, they would most likely have been killed…

Now that things had happened, Colin didn’t think too much about it, reined in his thoughts, and looked calmly at the tall figure:

“We hope you’ll give us some face, and stop this matter here, how about that?”

As he spoke, Colin’s right hand slowly drew a revolver out of his pocket, while pure, more crimson flames than the longbow burned on him throughout this process.

In the roaring heat waves, all the oppressive atmosphere was devoured.

Simultaneously, a layer of silver “mist” floated around Colin’s body, and a silver substance began to adhere to his surface, making him look as if he were cast in silver.

It was at that moment that the pirate Olmar ceased his attack, his hidden face under the hood seemed to reveal a hint of seriousness.

Clearly, the sudden entrance of Colin also made him feel a slight threat.

Many pirates who had run even further away were looking at Colin with astonishment, wondering who this person was to make the second of the seven great pirates, who dominated the Deep Sea, cease his attack.

In the standoff, Dog Brother looked at the figure and let out a sigh of relief. In his view, as long as Brother Shunzi showed enough power, the conflict would probably end there.

After all, it was clear that the other party also held Brother Shunzi in awe…

There was no need for everyone to fight to the death over a dead underling.

But at that moment, he suddenly heard Brother Shunzi’s voice, “You guys… find a way to break through with Tao Tie, I’ll hold them off here.”

He paused, then added, “Oh, and take those Fishmen with you.”

Feeling the killing intent hidden in the shadows, Colin couldn’t help but sigh to himself, ‘Alas, it seems I can’t resolve trouble with just a few words like those anime characters.’

No sooner had he spoken than a mass of tendrils extended out from beneath that gigantic black robe.

These writhing tendrils grew longer and longer, akin to a mountain flood that destroys everything in its path…

“I might let someone else go, but since it’s you lot who dare to spy on my Master, don’t think you can escape!”

Olma’s cold voice arrived alongside the tendrils that seemed to press down like a Dark Cloud engulfing the city.

“Spy on your Master? Why would I peep on yours for no reason? Even if I had such a hobby, why would I look at you instead of pretty girls?… Huh? Wait a minute”.

In his confusion, Colin suddenly had an epiphany, vaguely realising whom the other party referred to by spying.

But there was no time to ponder; seeing the enemy initiating an attack, he didn’t dare slack off. Flames erupted from his body like a volcano, and with his will, the fierce fire surged towards the oncoming flood of writhing tendrils.

In his estimation, the Pirate’s strength was probably at the Eighth Level by official rankings, and on the higher end of that scale.

Even he couldn’t easily take him down…

Sizzling~

When the two sides met, there was no collision, just the sound of the tendrils sizzling as they were scorched by the flames.

“Not sure if these tendrils count as the main body…”

Colin pondered as he drew his revolver, aiming it directly at those grotesque, enlarged tendrils.

If there was a connection to the main body, then firing thirty-three bullets would cause this great Pirate Olma, if not death, then significant injury.

However, just as he raised his revolver to aim, “Deadly Insight” suddenly triggered—

A blood-red tendril pierced out from the ground behind him and burrowed into his head.

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“Another one who likes backstabbing.”

Colin’s action of raising his revolver didn’t change, but his left hand touched a golden card. In an instant, the sound of an invisible engine roared, and a force pulled everything around it into frozen time.

Outside the effect’s influence, Olma’s body stiffened, feeling as if the scene in front of him had frozen, and all his limbs that extended into it lost control.

Meanwhile, within the frozen space, Colin turned around to see a blood-colored tendril just breaking through the ground like a bamboo shoot…

“You like playing dirty with backstabs, huh!”

Colin thought to use a Bone Spur in response, but having another idea, he instead pulled out the “Emblem of the Humility Knight”, took a deep breath, and then released the Time Stop Effect.

“Where is he?”

Omar’s body had just disappeared, and as he was about to continue the fight, he found that the person who dared to spy on his Master had vanished.

His combat instincts told him the other hadn’t left, but before he could figure out how to find him, a terrifying, unbearable pain suddenly spread from his lower back in all directions…

“Aaah!!”

Olma let out an extremely painful scream, feeling as if some foul water was spreading inside his body from the point of agony.

Struggling to turn his head, he noticed that somehow, that guy had gotten behind him and had thrust a bone spur, full of black cracks, into his back…

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