SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 341 - 341 339 The Might of the Firebearer_1

Chapter 341: Chapter 339: The Might of the Firebearer!_1 Chapter 341: Chapter 339: The Might of the Firebearer!_1 “You’re very lucky. In normal times, I definitely wouldn’t have been willing to use this thing like that.”

Colin muttered to himself, watching as the corpses evaporated like ice cubes in the sun, turning into mist and disappearing without a trace.

Some intuition told him that these things hadn’t died; they had only returned to something.

Of course, if he had put in a bit more effort and contained that mist as well, they would surely have been completely killed…

Or, if he had used the “Little Fist Stone” to devour them before the bodies vanished, it would have probably resulted in their complete demise too.

However, he didn’t have time for such precise operations.

After all, the monsters near the church were not the main concern.

Without much thought, Colin controlled his body to float up, stretching his hands to either side and crushing two more “Colorless Crystal Blocks”.

Instantly, torrents of flames erupted from him as if they were a flash flood under his command, sweeping in all directions. Countless tongues of fire, dozens of meters long, lashed and consumed the demonic beings, reducing them to charcoal, vaporizing them…

Some of the stronger individuals who weren’t killed on the spot were finished off by the “Flying Blades” formed from Nano Intellectual Mechanisms.

At this moment, the might of a “Firebearer” was beyond any doubt!

“The effect of pure grease is indeed much stronger, both in strength and range… It’s incredibly handy,”

He couldn’t help but take a deep breath after feeling the flames, inhaling some of the lingering fires into his nostrils…

Suddenly, he experienced a refreshing sensation, his mind feeling clear and unobstructed.

If it were fire made from ordinary materials, maintaining an effective range of thirty meters would have been a strenuous task, let alone being able to “enjoy” it like now.

“It’s the ‘Agent of the Bonfire’!”

Only at this moment did the people nearby the church realize that the person who had just charged out was their own Bishop!

“Indeed, the ‘Bonfire Church’ would not abandon us!” someone cried with joy.

“Please save us, Envoy of the ‘Bonfire’, my father left this place… I beg you…”

“With the arrival of the great Envoy, everyone will be saved!”

“…”

The atmosphere, which had been filled with despair and fear, was cleansed by the blazing light ignited by Colin!

After initially dealing with the monsters on the scene, Colin, following the sense of his mission in his brain, floated to a height of about a dozen meters. After determining his direction, he suddenly shot out with a thunderous roar.

In the eyes of the onlookers, he was like a meteor wrapped in flames, rapidly departing…

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Meanwhile, over a hundred kilometers away from the church, within a rugged and uneven forest, a group of approximately a thousand people were struggling to flee deeper into the dense woods.

Days of relentless flight had left them in terrible condition, with many walking with flesh so torn their feet were a bloody muddle.

Countless pebbles were deeply embedded in their flesh…

Even among them, those with exceptional physical strength were not in a much better state.

In fact, some were even worse off due to occasional direct encounters with demonic beings.

In the middle rear of the large group, within a small squad of about a dozen people, a man with a gaunt face suggested to someone wearing soft armor and armed with a broken sword: “Yeger Lan, give up these people. If we keep going like this, we won’t be able to escape either…”

Whoosh!

A cold light sliced through the air.

Yeager cut through the thorny vines ahead: “No need to persuade me. If you want to leave, you don’t have to follow me. I will continue to carry out the mission given to us from above.”

Hearing this, one of the people couldn’t help but respond: “I don’t understand. Our mission was just to monitor that territory per the instructions, investigate the church, at most to show a certain goodwill. We’ve been helping these people for so many days; we’ve already reached our limit.”

“Our goodwill has already been given enough… Leaving now, the Knight Commander won’t hold us accountable.”

As he finished speaking, others chimed in: “That’s right, we have no need to take risks here. The Knight has already promised that once this mission is completed, we’ll be the first to become first-order ‘Virtue Knights’ for the next ten years…”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“People sent from other churches have all fled by now, we have done more than enough.”

“…”

Listening to their comments, Yeager fiercely swung his sword, cutting through a clump of thorns in front of them.

Seeing this, everyone fell silent.

Yeager turned around, his face gaunt from days of relentless campaigning, yet it bore an indescribable resolve:

“I have said many times, you can leave on your own, there’s no need to follow me.”

This time, the same words carried a hint of warning.

‘Leave? How can we leave? You are the Knight Commander’s prized protege, and what are we? Leaving like this, what difference is there from being dead?’

The members of the squad couldn’t help but complain to each other, exchanging glances, then one of them spoke up, “Yeager, you… you’re not just doing this for the mission from above, right?”

Hearing his words, Yeager didn’t answer directly, “What do you think a knight’s duty is?”

“To offer loyalty to the king, to guard every inch of the king’s territory, to protect every one of the king’s subjects…”

Yeager cut them off at the third clause, “So, all I’m doing is protecting the king’s subjects.”

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but share the same thought: Those refugees are considered the king’s subjects?

Although they had always known that Yeager was a bit “unreliable,” they never expected him to actually harbor such thoughts—

Had he been brainwashed by the Bonfire Church?

Only those people would waste their effort on the unworthy.

Or perhaps, had he been brainwashed by that oddball “Saintess,” whose unrealistic and incomprehensible ideas filled her head?

The former possibility seemed most likely, but the latter was not far behind.

After all, they had heard rumors that the Light Church’s Saintess might be coming this way.

Moreover, many normal people had inexplicably changed their personalities after interacting with the “Saintess” and developed unnecessary compassion.

As if he saw through their thoughts, Yeager spoke, “The Bonfire Church has been acknowledged as an orthodox faith by all the churches, and those accepted by the Bonfire Church are naturally the king’s subjects as well.”

The others fell silent for a few seconds before someone spoke up, “To be precise, although they are subjects, they are in fact the Bonfire Church’s people. It should be them saving these people, not us…

“Yeager, what you are doing isn’t just ‘protecting the king’s subjects,’ is it?

“You haven’t… betrayed us, have you?”

“I have always followed the teachings and have not betrayed anyone.”

Having said that, Yeager took a deep breath, sidestepping the issue and instead said:

“Do you know, they truly save the weak, provide healing, food, and even impart knowledge and literacy…”

“We do the same…”

Yeager cut off his comrade’s words, “It’s not the same, the direction is different…”

Thinking back to what Colin and the others had done, he didn’t know how to describe it, he could only feel; those people weren’t doing it because of doctrine, not out of charity… they seemed to truly want to change this place.

What struck him most was the scene of Colin, as the Envoy of God, the representative of the divine on earth, a personage of unparalleled dignity… actually willing to sit down on the ground among a crowd of filthy, reeking poor, and speak with them—

Like… like equals in conversation?

This nearly impossible thing had actually happened…

Yeager found it hard to articulate that sense of absurdity; since that day, he had been repeatedly shaken by that image.

And before this, he had always felt that something was wrong with the Knight Kingdom, no, with the world…

But he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

He wanted to ask that “Saintess,” who seemed a little off to most nobles and higher-ups, but he never had the chance.

Until recently, when he was assigned a surveillance mission and saw that scene, he began to vaguely grasp something.

It was this realization that had driven him to act in a way that seemed utterly irrational in the eyes of his colleagues.

However, before he could say more,

a series of monstrous roars came from behind, causing Yeager and everyone else to abruptly change their expressions.

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