SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 561 - 561 440 Trying on the Skirt of Myriad

Chapter 561: Chapter 440 Trying on the “Skirt of Myriad Starlight”._1 Chapter 561: Chapter 440 Trying on the “Skirt of Myriad Starlight”._1 In the flickering heat of the firelight, not a bit surprised, another source of anomaly was burnt into charcoal…

“The intensity of these eyes… indeed is formidable. Typically, just a glance is enough to strike down enemies within a certain range through the air; and the flame they wield is that compacted kind of fire…”

Colin nodded, granting his approval to the “Favor of the Flamebearer,” which was, in fact, not all that kind a tool.

Unfortunately, though powerful, it was somewhat taxing on the mind…

Every use felt like being forced to solve a dozen complex Olympiad math problems at once, leaving one’s brain feeling as if it had been pummeled, somewhat fatigued.

And with consecutive use, this negative effect would multiply.

Colin even suspected that using it several times in quick succession might smooth out the surface of his cerebral cortex.

Then his smile became one of pure innocence…

Perhaps, there was a chance to compete for the Summit of Innocence…

“My laughter could also be deemed pure.”

Colin muttered to himself.

Of course, upon further contemplation, he felt as though he couldn’t possibly compete. The phrase mmsd represented an insurmountable pinnacle of awe he dared not surpass.

However, although there were some side effects, with sensible usage—say, setting off a blast every fifteen minutes or so.

The problem wasn’t that significant…

Furthermore, Colin had yet to use “Direct Gaze – First Flame Summon,” but the indirect contact had given him a sense of its power.

Based on his own assessment, combined with the single-use orange artifact “Thorn Punishment” and his various other methods.

Colin was confident he could resolve all but a few special types of Level 2 Containment Subjects and, given the right conditions, even had the power to kill lower-ranking Ancient Gods.

That is to say, First Level Containment Subjects recognized by the company!

It should be known that killing and inflicting heavy damage, forcing a retreat, are not the same concept…

“Next time I encounter those things, I won’t be so powerless…”

As he pondered, Colin tested his skills against the anomalies he encountered, while leading the soy sauce brigade to the next location of anomaly.

…

Meanwhile, at the same time, in a desolate desert area where the temperature was extremely low and a bright moon hung high in the night sky, a group shrouded in yellow bandages, from a distance appearing as though clad in yellow cloaks, moved forward in silence.

They were one of the teams from the Yellow Garment Hermit Society sent to seek out the hiding place of “Dawn Star”…

However, suddenly, one of them leaped into the air and fell back, stiff as a board.

Then, after a while, began to roll frantically on the ground.

“Ah!! It’s so hot! Put it out! Hurry up and put out the fire! Quickly put it out! Ah!!!”

The screams suddenly pierced the night in that area.

The other dozen or so members looked at their comrade rolling on the ground in puzzlement, wondering what was wrong with him.

There was clearly no fire on his body…

The group was somewhat at a loss, using their own methods in attempts to wake their fellow member.

Yet, it seemed to be of little use…

This colleague, cursed by some unknown spell, seemed to be ceaselessly scorched by nonexistent flames.

Eventually, as his heart-wrenching screams continued, a senior officer couldn’t bear it any longer, stepped forward to hold him down, extended a palm that was twice as long as that of an ordinary man, and squeezed the neck, pulling out the head along with the spine.

Instantly, the howling stopped…

“What, what is this?” a member of the Yellow Garment Hermit Society asked, confused.

“If I remember correctly, he was once bound to an altar sculpture. Perhaps, someone traced back through that object and attacked him,” said the senior officer in a gentle tone, appearing rather scholarly—if one ignored the corpse at his feet and the head in his hand.

“To kill a person who is who knows how far away through a sculpture?” the other cultists exclaimed in shock.

“Yes, it’s likely that a very powerful individual has noticed him.”

The senior officer roughly understood the cause and felt some trepidation.

They had specifically induced the altar concealed in the shopping mall base to create chaos, allowing them to escape successfully. Otherwise, they might have been captured by official Extraordinary Ones…

But unexpectedly, a subordinate who had been only minimally bound to the sculpture was then remotely attacked.

This…

If one were to make a real-world analogy, it was almost like killing someone through an internet connection.

Colin himself probably didn’t know that the flames he inadvertently intensified while blocking the gaze of the Outer God could accidentally kill someone en route…

“However, I have received a faint revelation. This attack only reached him. For now, just handle the body,” the senior officer said, soothing the team while extending a hand to control the yellow cloth wrapping and processing the subordinate’s corpse.

This desert region might look barren as if not a soul could be seen.

But in reality, a large group of people had already converged here.

If the body wasn’t disposed of quickly, it would attract the followers of “Red Moon”…

The sensitivity of those creatures to fresh, unconscious flesh rivals that of flies to feces.

A slight misstep could bring in a swarm…

And once a fight breaks out, it would draw all manner of malevolent forces.

Even with the great enemy “Dawn Star” ahead of them, those wretches would still not pass up an opportunity for a cheap shot, devoid of any semblance of a bigger picture!

Soon, as the yellow cloth completed enveloping the subordinate’s body, a secret force emerged, causing the body to age rapidly and wither until it became dry and brittle bones.

To the followers of “Red Moon.”

Even turned to skeletons, they wouldn’t pass up the chance to reclaim them if the opportunity arose.