SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 530 - 530 427 Cutting Saintess Shana in Half. _2

Chapter 530: Chapter 427: Cutting “Saintess” Shana in Half. _2 Chapter 530: Chapter 427: Cutting “Saintess” Shana in Half. _2 Invisible, he maneuvered his flames, repelling the “Night.”

These days, after many deep reflections and under the teachings of “Big C Teacher,” he had figured out a bit more.

“Yukionna, take good control of my body…,”

Colin instructed, pouring all his energy into the flames around him.

Then, he took out an ordinary-looking container subject, resembling a spoon, from the “Storage Room.”

This was one of the things he had obtained from the officials.

At that moment, while holding it in his left hand, Colin channeled flames into it, igniting and burning the anomaly to generate new heat energy.

Simultaneously, he controlled every wisp of flame and heat, coaxing them to roll inward, compressing the fire further and further, reaching an extreme high-pressure status, locking in every trace of thermal energy from escaping…

This operation wasn’t particularly difficult, but it was incredibly draining.

So much so that he couldn’t maintain control of his body properly, entrusting it to “Yukionna” to prevent accidents.

Afterward, once the flames had taken shape, Colin immediately invoked “Force Repulsion,” splitting them into over thirty segments, shooting them out simultaneously.

In almost an instant, dozens of fiery sparks pierced through all the clones he could sense.

And at the very moment these light shadows shattered…

Colin suddenly felt as if someone was above his head.

It was the original!

Without a second thought, dragging his somewhat exhausted body, he moved his left hand, invoking “Time Stop,” as the revolver in his right hand rapidly transformed into a long sword.

Then his figure flashed, emerging from a cluster of flames mid-air, appearing directly above.

He swept his gaze and saw an embodiment more refined than the other clones.

Of course, to Colin…

This could already be considered the original!

At this moment, now aware that this figure was the Saintess, he could faintly make out a slight feminine contour on her form, but due to its vagueness, not much could be discerned.

However, he didn’t dwell on this.

With a smirk on his face, before “Time Stop” ended, Colin swung at the nebulous glow beneath the “delicate” neck of his opponent.

Tormented by her for days, he could already imagine the head of the Saintess flying off!

Just the thought was pleasurable!

“Clang!”

The crisp sound traveled up the sword, which wasn’t caught in stasis, to his ears.

The sword, transformed from the revolver, was surprisingly blocked by some “light” surrounding her.

“So hard!”

Colin raised an eyebrow, realizing he had reached his limit; those fireballs were exhausting.

If he failed this time…

Thoughts flashing like lightning, he didn’t hesitate and immediately resorted to his ultimate move in combat.

“Matchless Strike!”

Flames erupted once more from the sword.

Empowered by the terrifying force, Colin broke through the protective light and brought the sword down fiercely.

Whoosh.

The head flew off.

The battle was finally over!

However, before he could celebrate, Colin sensed something was off.

Mainly, the sensation didn’t feel quite right.

Having decapitated so many heads these past days, his experience told him that the sensation just now didn’t feel like cutting a head but rather something else…

At that moment, a chill in his heart, Colin’s fiery eyes saw an “invisible” figure, the Saintess’s left half, from elbow to belly button to hip bone, cleanly sliced in half.

“Indeed, I thought it didn’t feel quite right,”

A thought surfaced deep within Colin.

As for her, a mere bisecting was nothing to worry about; as long as the neck remained intact, it was merely a minor injury…

The next second, Colin’s pupils shrank suddenly.

He saw the Saintess’s lower half that had been cut off, now splitting into over a dozen blurry shadows.

From those shadows, numerous chains formed from light shot towards him.

…

Opening his eyes, he found the familiar Bonfire.

Colin shook his head, looking at the flame, barely audible from within its Fourth Level burn of a “Level 2 Containment Subject,” was a chant as if coming from the Deep Sea.

“Take a rest for now, your energy seems to be lagging,” a voice filled with an indescribable sense of ethereal purity came from aside.

Without caring for appearances, Colin collapsed into a wooden chair beside the Bonfire, took a deep breath, turned his head, and saw a blurry figure of light slowly approaching from the side.

Nodding, he didn’t say anything.

Fighting non-stop for an entire day at high intensity and frequent exchanges, he was indeed very tired.

But compared to before, when he had to rest after only half a day, his stamina had now more than doubled.

“Your ability with flames is quite impressive, to perform more intricate operations with fire, concentrating the power—it sounds simple but isn’t easy to execute… It seems you’ve had a remarkable experience, and your power level has significantly improved,” the Saintess commented as she sat down on another wooden chair beside him.

“Indeed it is…”

Colin nodded. While he lost the battle, his mood was still good.

After all, he had at least learned the much-desired “Flash” ability.

“Congratulations, but from now on, we will develop and train specifically in this area to further familiarize yourself with its use. I can feel that using it just once is not your limit…”

The Saintess’s controlled vague figure of light, looking at the disheveled Colin sprawled in the chair, spoke with a tone of blessing.

Watching this guy, she felt as if he was her own student, transforming from a mere “brute” with strength to someone with increasingly skilled movements, giving her an indescribable sense of accomplishment.