SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 565 - 565 442 The Evil God Guards the National Gate

Chapter 565: Chapter 442: The Evil God Guards the National Gate, Heretic Dies for the Altar of the State_1 Chapter 565: Chapter 442: The Evil God Guards the National Gate, Heretic Dies for the Altar of the State_1 When they forced their way through the passage, what appeared before everyone was an unexpectedly modern city, resembling a downtown area rather than an evil church headquarters.

“Over there!”

A member of the heretic forces pointed in a certain direction, and soon, in the sky above what seemed to be the city center, they saw a sphere of light emitting a blinding brilliance.

The extremely high-lumen light almost illuminated the entire urban space.

For a moment, everyone was almost unable to open their eyes.

Moreover, they directly faced the terrifying pressure coming from a superior being within this brilliance.

Despite long since having lost their fear of death…

Yet…

The fear in everyone’s heart could not help but emerge, and they all froze in their tracks.

However, it was at this moment that some severely wounded people stepped forward…

“Quick! It has not truly arrived yet! It’s still in the process of entering this place! If we rush forward now, there might still be a chance to stop it!”

“Those of us who are seriously injured can’t survive much longer, we’ll go first!”

“The future is in your hands!”

With those words, dozens of heretics with severe injuries charged forward, once again rallying the morale of the crowd.

The massive coalition of heretic forces advanced once more.

At the same time, the High Priest of the “Dawn Star” also arrived:

“Block these heretical evils for me, behind us lies the hope of the world, we have no escape! Kill! We must not let them destroy our only hope!”

Countless believers, hidden by the light of the “Dawn Star,” launched their attacks on the invaders.

On first contact, they immediately killed a large number of the vanguard.

The battle saw an extremely high death toll the instant the two sides met.

Above the altar, Colin, watching his own followers of the “Dawn Star” fighting desperately before him, as well as the heretic organizations’ coalition forces surging in with the same fearless spirit, felt so moved that he was almost splitting with laughter.

‘Good, good, good, that’s it, kill even more fiercely, are there still some at the back?’

‘What are you waiting for, the “Dawn Star” is about to descend, go on! Let me see your determination!’

‘I want to see rivers of blood!’

Using the effect of his robe, Colin simulated the arrival of the “Dawn Star”…

The effect was so realistic he initially thought he might actually summon that entity.

But on second thought, the item was given for a company mission, and it had a seal.

So even if he really did summon this being…

It might not necessarily be an enemy, but a colleague instead.

Of course, given the current situation, it should only be a sufficiently realistic special effect; the “Dawn Star” was unlikely to come.

‘When it comes to playing with “special effects,” the company is indeed a master.’

Colin couldn’t help but sigh once more.

….

Outside “City at the Lake’s Bottom,” by the edge of the canyon, many who sensed the situation almost without any hesitation leaped down, joining the great holy war to prevent the arrival of the evil god.

Yet, there were still some who watched vigilantly and did not take action immediately.

They always felt something was off but couldn’t put their finger on it.

However, it was at this moment that everyone suddenly felt a chill in their hearts and looked in a certain direction.

They saw mounds of earth bulging on the ground a distance away, and a large, sinister red coffin burst from the soil, surrounded by rows of hands, hundreds in total, all tightly gripping the coffin to prevent the lid from falling off.

Above the coffin, one could also see a blood-drenched ‘7’ symbol.

A chilling and inexplicable sensation spread throughout the area the instant the coffin appeared…

At this moment, after emerging from the ground, all these hands let go.

With a “bang,” the two-meter-wide and three-meter-tall coffin lid fell to the ground.

Dark grey mist swirled inside.

Within seconds, vague human silhouettes could be seen stepping out.

“The ‘Coffin of the Styx’… It’s the officials; they’ve come too…” a high-ranking member of the heretic organizations recognized this artifact, knowing it to be a well-known transportation tool from the Global Supernatural Alliance.

It had one main coffin and seven auxiliary coffins interconnected; opening it in the past would summon countless evil spirits…

However, after being constrained, it had become a usable tool.

Though its use was strict and came with a significant price, possibly leading to seals weakening and a resurgence of evil spirits, in a state of emergency, no one cared about that.

At that moment, an official with an imposing aura, certainly at the Eighth Level, emerged from the coffin.

Following behind were a large group of people, each with a strength of at least the Fifth Level.

They first looked disdainfully at the evil heretic believers, then, suppressing the urge to fight, turned their gazes down to the canyon.

Although they knew that a passage had already been established, they did not head towards it.

And it seemed they were preparing to build their own official path.

At this time, an official holding a paintbrush stepped out, and after a glance at the scene below, brought out a little stool.

Meanwhile, someone brought over a picture frame and a specially made camera.

After first snapping a picture of the scene below, they placed the photo in the frame, and the official immediately picked up the brush to perform secondary adjustments on this photo…

In less than two minutes, he had drawn an entrance.

When the final stroke was made…

An entrance nearly identical to the one on the canvas appeared in the area below.

“‘Reality Distortion Paint’… to bring such a precious thing here.”