SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 558 - 558 439 Yellow Garment Hermit Society_1

Chapter 558: Chapter 439 “Yellow Garment Hermit Society”_1 Chapter 558: Chapter 439 “Yellow Garment Hermit Society”_1 “Ahhhh…”

Eerie, hollow voices echoed around their ears, causing everyone but Colin to suffer from dizziness and blurred vision upon hearing the strange, singing-like yet praise-like sounds.

It was as if they had stood up too quickly after squatting for a long time, their brains momentarily deprived of blood, vision darkening.

When the darkness before their eyes faded, and they could see clearly again, everyone couldn’t help but catch their breath.

They saw that, in the middle of the area, a large group of figures wrapped in what seemed to be gray cloth had appeared out of nowhere.

The strange, eerie chanting that resonated throughout the empty mall originated from them.

At first listen, the figures seemed to be emitting sounds akin to singing or praising, but upon closer listening, it was faintly discernible that they resembled people arguing with each other, cursing, as noisy as a marketplace.

“What’s going on here…” An Official Level Six person shook his head forcefully, a bunch of charm-like imprints surfaced on his body, suppressing some indescribable influence, and then he noticed.

Those extra figures did not seem to be targeting them.

Instead, they were scattered all over, arguing with one another, rather than with them…

Or perhaps, it was as if they didn’t see the people dealing with the incident at the scene at all.

It was as if…

They were engaged in some kind of special script performance?

At this moment, the Level Six felt the influence he had suppressed within him suddenly grow stronger.

He suddenly harbored a desire to join the quarrel among those people.

“No…!”

The Level Six bit his tongue, a sharp pain stimulating clarity, and his mind sobered up significantly.

Only a few seconds had passed since the anomaly appeared, but when he came to his senses, he found that several of his subordinates had already been enveloped in a faint black mist, inexplicably arguing and loudly cursing at each other…

“I told you! I don’t eat cilantro! Why do you always insist on adding it when we go out to eat?!”

“Damn it, damn it…”

“You all deserve to die! Everyone who eats cilantro deserves to die!”

“…”

A usually mild-mannered subordinate, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, was arguing with others, neck stiff and tendons bulging, his face even redder due to congestion.

By the looks of it, he was even showing signs of violence at a word of disagreement!

“You’re crazy! When the hell did you ever tell me you eat cilantro?! And usually, you don’t even mention your dislike for cilantro. How are we supposed to know that?! Huh? You don’t eat it but don’t say it, and now you blow up?!”

Another subordinate, stronger and a Fourth Level, was seemingly more rational than the mild one, but not by much…

It seemed they were both oblivious to the absurdness of their argument.

“You guys can even fight over such a petty thing, you… No, that’s not right!”

The Level Six’s eyes flickered, realizing something, he immediately exerted his power to maintain his status, not to be contaminated by the bizarre emotions, thus becoming one of the participants in this chaotic play.

‘The source of danger does not seem to have any concealment; it can be sensed directly below.’

He could clearly feel a strange danger emanating from the lower ground floor of the mall, which appeared to be the location of a lifestyle supermarket.

It was just uncertain whether this situation might be a trap.

Compared to Colin, who could accurately reproduce a certain scene, he could only have a rough intuition.

Sensing the increasingly deepening Domain around him and that inexplicable atmosphere, like that of a stage play.

He realized he must resolve it quickly before the crisis erupted…

“We need people to come with us…”

While thinking, he saw that all his subordinates seemed to have succumbed, but quickly, he noticed that the new team that had come over and was thought to be trying to steal the limelight, seemed to be largely unaffected?

This…

All are combat forces above Fourth Level?

If that’s the case, everything is under control!

“I need five Fourth Level and above personnel skilled in breaking through and assaulting, preferably of the ‘Divine Strike’ type, and one Fourth Level ‘Destiny Propeller’…”

After speaking quickly, the Level Six waited for people to volunteer, ready to rush down.

However, as his words fell, no one responded. Instead, everyone’s gaze turned toward the leader of the newcomer team, who is said to be the captain of the Fifth Level personnel.

He frowned, was about to say something, then paused noticeably.

It was only then that he spotted something off about their team…

“Fuck, what the hell is with your team?”

The Level Six was shocked.

He discerned from the faint “black lines” on these people that this group of more than twenty individuals were all “Fate Propellers”—

Is this the sort of team that a person with a healthy mind would assemble?

All “Fate Propellers,” and all low-level at that; would this be fielded in current times if the casualty rate wasn’t high enough?

…

If it were normal times, he would surely have realized that the one leading such a team would be no ordinary person.

But with the urgency and some interference now, he hadn’t thought of that.

“Damn it!”

The Level Six then turned to look at Qin Chuan, Hu Zheng, and Xia Liufang, but his gaze eventually moved to the captain of this oddball team with a contribution that amounted to over four-fifths of uselessness.

The others were somewhat affected, only this slim captain appeared completely unaffected.

Even seemed, like himself, to have pinpointed the anomaly source.

Obviously, even if the slender captain’s strength wasn’t equal to his, he likely wouldn’t be far behind.

Or perhaps he carried with him some powerful item…

Either way, he could assist and coordinate with him to rush down and deal with the trouble.