SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 566 - 566 442 The Evil God Guards the National Gate

Chapter 566: Chapter 442: The Evil God Guards the National Gate, Heretic Dies for the Altar of the State_2 Chapter 566: Chapter 442: The Evil God Guards the National Gate, Heretic Dies for the Altar of the State_2 The high-ranking members of the heretic organization who were observing from the sidelines were taken aback and also realized that this time the “Evil God” might really be descending!

“Boom!”

A terrifying blast resounded suddenly from within the tunnel.

Almost everyone present changed color, feeling an even stronger presence of divine power descending!

“Damn it! Is that thing about to succeed?”

The high-level heretic believer who sensed this aura was starting to get restless.

Although his spiritual intuition kept him skeptical of problems, what if it were true?

He took out a sail emitting a strong contaminated aura from his hand, glanced once more at the official personnel who had also stormed in, and ultimately made a decision, opening his mouth to speak…

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“We can’t wait any longer!”

In a hidden cave, an “old man” with a face full of wrinkles and dyed black hair used his right index finger as a pen to swiftly write these words in the air.

Then, without hesitating, he rapidly wrote other content.

“Although some people had noticed something off, feeling that the events were too abrupt, forced, and highly unreasonable, they didn’t delve too deeply into it at this critical moment because the ‘Dawn Star’ was about to descend…”

“Whether or not it’s a trap, action must now be taken.”

“For once the opponent truly descends, everything will be irreversible, and the real Ancient God will seize all ‘exits’ at the first opportunity, cutting off other wills, and taking this place entirely into its possession…”

“For the sake of humanity’s future, even if there’s a trap ahead, we must jump into it.”

“Otherwise, we will become the sinners of mankind, the sinners of history…”

“…”

After a series of texts appeared, everything advanced in a certain predetermined direction.

Old Master Wu was not only writing with his right hand, but behind him, hundreds of “invisible hands” were also constantly interfering with some things through similar means…

To steer this battle towards its destined direction.

As a vital Level 9 Personnel, he should not be here.

Not because of the danger, but once he left some critical locations, those forcibly suppressed heretic entities would immediately strike back, attempting to break free from the seals…

But this time, Old Master Wu had a premonition that this incident might be the precursor to a major turn of fate.

He did not have much confidence in leaving it to Xu Duojin…

Furthermore, with Xu Duojin’s ability, he simply could not handle leading and guiding a battle of this scale…

After all, the heretic forces had truly been tricked this time.

A force that could match a Level 9 Personnel might arrive.

So, although he told Colin he would send Xu Duojin, in reality, it was the other way around.

Xu Duojin pretended to be him, still guarding the key areas.

While he himself took a secret path alone to the very frontline of this battle…

“I can be certain that they won’t detect my absence for at least half an hour,” Old Master Wu murmured to himself.

However, no sooner had he spoken than an inexplicable sense of awe arrived…

It seemed as if some terrifying presence had cast its gaze this way…

“Hmmph, like to watch.”

He did not panic, continuing his actions uninterrupted, but his left hand suddenly lifted slightly, palm up, as if holding a non-existent book.

In an instant, all the scrutinizing sensations were diverted…

Old Master Wu “huffed” and continued with the work at hand.

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Inside the “City at the Lake’s Bottom,” what was once a modern town had now become a vast ruin through intense high-intensity battles, with massive bloodstains and body parts scattered everywhere, rivers of blood flowing, and the smell of blood pervading the area.

The highest priest of the Followers of the ‘Dawn Star,’ panting heavily with blood occasionally spilling from the corner of his mouth, bore terrifying crimson patterns spreading across his body. Having been seriously injured and cursed in clashes with some high-level powerhouses, he looked anxiously towards the ceaselessly advancing battlefront—

And they were almost at their limit.

Under the glaring light, it was clear that the battlefront was divided into two directions…

On one side were the well-trained and not-so-weak official personnel; on the other were numerous heretic forces’ upper echelons.

As for the heretic forces, they could still be somewhat suppressed, after all, this was the “Dawn Star”‘s home field. Any force that wasn’t the “Dawn Star” would ultimately be subdued. In the chaotic street battles, they could still hold their ground…

The official forces, on the other hand, had a lot of trouble.

All sorts of heavy weaponry, even small guided missiles, combined with extraordinary methods, kept moving forward.

They didn’t care about street battles; they encountered people, they blew them up; they encountered buildings, they blew them up…

They fought with great difficulty.

Frankly, if it weren’t for the power that spilled out during the “Dawn Star”‘s arrival, they would likely have lasted less than fifteen minutes after these guys entered, and would have been wiped out directly…

However, apart from the unfavorable current battle situation, what he was especially worried about at this moment was.

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“Where have the Followers of the ‘Red Moon’ gone?”

Amid the dense starlight, Colin voiced the same confusion and concern as the High Priest.

Up till now, there had been no involvement of the “Red Moon” followers in the battle.

‘It shouldn’t be like this. We had received intelligence confirming the presence of Followers of the ‘Red Moon’ in this area, so why has none of them joined the fight yet?’

‘In similar situations before, they rushed in so eagerly; even for a pile of shit, they would fight for a fresh bite.’

‘This time… it’s as if they’ve collectively vanished?’

Colin couldn’t help but suspect that these guys might have other plans.

Or perhaps…

Had his plans been seen through?

Thinking this, Colin suddenly felt it was not impossible, considering that these guys were backed by a high-ranking entity of at least “0”.

Compared to those heretic churches that had only First Level Containment Subjects, or even Level 2 ones, it wasn’t close…

‘Ah, if that’s the case, it’s a bit of a shame.’

Colin sighed softly to himself.

At this moment, he was releasing the power of the “Dawn Star” like a hen laying eggs, squeezing it out bit by bit.

Everyone could see, as if through the cloaca, the egg being extruded little by little…

While making them desperate enough to charge in and fight, it also gave them the illusion that if someone just poked it, the egg would be pushed back in.

Overall, Colin was quite satisfied with the current intensity of the war.

There were more than a dozen Eighth Level fighters, not counting the officials, nearly half of all known high-end combat power of the heretic organizations!

Even among them was a Level 9 fighter…

But what he was dissatisfied with was that he had not yet seen the Followers of the “Red Moon”.

However, it was at this time that Colin suddenly had a premonition, his gaze shifting toward the direction next to the heretic forces.

Over there, suddenly, a surge of exclamations erupted.

A swath of churning crimson fog appeared out of nowhere, and whatever it touched or stained, regardless of what it was, rapidly began to animate…

Shattered limbs and blood recombined, forming stitch-together beings with horrifying strength.

Battered buildings grew veins, organs, and tentacles, writhing on the ground; even the air around the crimson fog seemed to come alive, twisting…

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“Damn it! Followers of the ‘Red Moon’…”

The High Priest watched the immense wave of red cloud surging toward them, his heart racing with dread.

These damned people had finally shown up!

It was at that moment that, from the rolling waves of red mist, a clump of dense fog shot out, transforming into a sticky, barbed, blood-red tentacle spear in mid-flight, targeting the sphere of light hanging in the sky behind him.

Seeing this, the High Priest, not minding the wounds on his body, prepared to meet it head-on.

But before he could do so…

The curse on him suddenly erupted, and he fell from the sky once again.

Besides him, other followers charged forward, trying to defend, but as soon as they touched it, their bodies exploded into a sky full of organs, following in the wake of the tentacle…

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