SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 404 - 404 378 Mist Gate Massive Retreat (9.2K huge

Chapter 404: Chapter 378 “Mist Gate” Massive Retreat! (9.2K, huge chapter!)_1 Chapter 404: Chapter 378 “Mist Gate” Massive Retreat! (9.2K, huge chapter!)_1 In the taskbar, a more detailed event unfolded before Colin’s eyes.

[Special Event: All personnel must leave this place by entering the “Mist Gate”!]

“Note: The ‘Mist Gate’ will be established at the weak point in the mountain’s spatial fabric, approximately taking fifteen minutes to manifest and will remain open for forty-five minutes.”

“Caution: Please try to leave through the gate as much as possible. If unable to pass through it, certain risks will occur, and it will be at least three months before you can return the same way. There is no upper limit to this maximum period of return…”

…

“No upper limit to the return period? Isn’t that a roundabout way of saying there’s a chance you might never be able to return?”

Colin was taken aback; he had thought that once this special event was triggered,

everyone would return suddenly, just like during the previous “Descent Type” event, but unexpectedly, it seemed there was a slight hiccup this time?

As these thoughts flickered through his mind, he stood at the edge of the mountain’s midway cliff, seemingly gazing down at the battlefield below, but in fact, he was glancing at the horizon with his peripheral vision. He could sense more than the evening glow, occasional bursts of fire in the sky, and an eerie aura permeating…

The battle continued from all sides, though the company seemed to be at a disadvantage?

The employees below might not have noticed, but from his vantage point, he vaguely spotted that the red glow on the “Red Moon” followers seemed to have intensified a bit…

“Tch, they’ve been buffed again… But by the looks of it, the company should be able to hold out for another hour. As for the retreat, we should be able to evacuate at least ninety-nine percent…”

Colin withdrew his gaze from below then turned around to survey his position on the mountain slope.

With the death of this C Level Personnel…

The dreamlike unreality that surrounded them rapidly dissipated.

The other Cultists, who were “invisible” before, now began to gradually emerge, as if rising to the surface of water.

“The wounds I received earlier seem to be healing…”

Colin took a moment to assess himself, then turned his attention to the group of heretic, Different Races, and abnormal things…

Most people seemed still caught in the “Dreamscape,” unawakened.

While a small portion trembled, looking as though they were about to awake at any moment…

“Sleep tight, don’t hurry to wake up.”

After some thought, Colin didn’t hesitate to draw out his Bone Spur and poked the nearest about-to-awaken one.

The tip of the Bone Spur touched just against the cultist’s eyelid without piercing…

But with just a little more force exerted by Colin’s hand.

Pff.

He felt like he was puncturing rubber.

Then, it smoothly and accurately penetrated the eyelid, went through the eyeball, and stabbed into the brain…

“Right, this is the sensation! That feeling tougher than diamond and more tenacious than steel was all wrong!”

Regaining some of his familiarity with using the Bone Spur from this Cultist, Colin couldn’t help but feel a lump in his throat.

And as the Bone Spur pierced neatly through…

Thud, the figure collapsed to the ground.

“You, you…” wearing a bizarre robe, another Cultist with eyes bloodshot opened one eye, reached out a finger in Colin’s direction as if he wanted to curse at him…

But with another unprincipled stab by Colin,

the Cultist’s Divine essence shattered instantly. His body swelled up, black water flowing from every orifice, and he died on the spot.

After confirming his death, Colin didn’t hesitate and moved towards another ‘lucky’ Cultist to finish him off while they were still trapped in the “Dreamscape.”

Colin regained the touch he had lost while using the Bone Spur on these frail bodies.

However, among nearly fifty figures on the scene, he had eliminated less than one-sixth when suddenly, an accident happened.

A stroke of red light unexpectedly spread out…

Colin took defensive measures and saw several “Red Moon” followers emanating red light, suddenly opening their eyes…

Yet, just when he thought a fight was about to break out, these “Red Moon” followers showed a trace of panic on their faces and then exploded into pieces, turning into a blood-red glow that shot toward the base of the mountain.

“They escaped?” Colin was surprised; he had thought that these stronger “Red Moon” followers

would fight mindlessly, attacking whoever they saw, like the regular “Red Moon” followers.

But it seemed they actually had some intelligence…

As the “Red Moon” followers self-destructed to escape, another anomaly occurred at the scene.

“Aaah!!!” A strange scream sounded from a creature full of crystals, with an energy aura not weak but motionless on the ground like a rock…

Then, Colin saw a series of crackling sounds.

Fist imprints emerged on its stone body.

Eventually, it exploded like a rock packed with dynamite, shattering into countless fragments that scattered across the ground…

“Did the encounters in the dream feedback into reality?”

Colin pondered thoughtfully.

After that, with the death of this first “employee,” the bodies of several dozen others began a chain reaction, and the air was filled with harrowing screams and pained moans, as noisy as a marketplace…

At the same time, various injuries began to manifest on them.

Some had dozens of depressions like hammered rice cakes, some exploded on the spot like they were makeshift bombs, others seemed as if sliced into pieces by countless blades, some grew swirling crystals on their bodies and died, and yet others mysteriously turned black and gave off the aroma of roasted meat as if ignited by fire, though no flame was seen…

All the figures present died in that moment, each in their own bizarre way.

Their souls were forever lost in the “God’s” not yet fully dissipated dream, unable to ever break free…

“This, his methods, seem more elaborate than I imagined…”