SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 568 - 568 444 Todays Weather Clearing Skies. _1

Chapter 568: Chapter 444: Today’s Weather, Clearing Skies. _1 Chapter 568: Chapter 444: Today’s Weather, Clearing Skies. _1 “Da-da-da…”

The sound of the clock hands ticking rose slowly…

The frozen time thawed.

At the same time, the effect of the “Holy Colosseum” gradually faded, signaling that the battle was about to draw to a close.

“Did a Ninth Level Personnel just die like that?”

“Disappointing, unbelievable…”

“Too weak, too weak, far too weak…”

Colin’s right hand held the Revolver, his left the Golden Card, and a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

After dealing with the high-rank “Dawn Star” group, he directly targeted the Ninth Level Personnel in the arena, first approaching with the “Emblem of the Humility Knight,” then quickly invoking the “Shield Badge of Fairness and Justice,” promising three rules swiftly, and initiating “Time Stasis.” A Bone Spur pierced through his brain first, followed by the lethal effects triggered by “Kindness of the Firebearer” and “Revolver Contrarian”…

Apart from passive buffs and some standard items like “The False Powerhouse” and “Colorless Crystal”…

The other strengths hadn’t even really begun to rise…

And yet, after a standard procedure, the opponent was directly gone.

“If it were up to Big C Teacher, by now he’d only have taken half his life, entered the Second Order, and after a few more sets, there might have been a chance of killing him.”

Colin had come to understand why, on the surface, top-tier powerhouses of Heretic Organizations didn’t seem much fewer than that of the official forces, yet there was always silence—probably because, apart from the constant cutthroat competition among themselves, the quality was concerning.

Of course, Colin thought, if he himself were hit by such a combo, not counting that special “death exemption” skill, he wouldn’t die, but he wouldn’t fare much better either.

And with the complete death of a Ninth Level Personnel from whom nobody even knew the name…

Colin’s figure reappeared in the battlefield.

Immediately, he felt an indescribable gaze locking onto him; following the sensation, he immediately saw a tumbling surge of red mist spreading from afar…

Within that mist, countless red vapors polluted the surroundings, vivifying everything.

At first glance…

Colin felt as if the world over there was coming to life.

‘A dangerous contaminant source rapidly nearing Level 2 Containment Subject strength…’

In his heart, he roughly made some judgments.

It appeared that the followers of “Red Moon” had been absent until now because they were holding back a heavy blow.

An anomaly of Level 2 Containment Subject strength.

For this place, it was already the pinnacle.

‘However, speaking of which, the followers of “Red Moon” on Earth seem to be a notch lower than those followers of “Red Moon” encountered in the “Ghost Train” incident…’

Colin remembered that in that incident, most of the Heretic Forces present did not come from Earth.

But from other places…

Otherwise, with the level of fluctuation at the time, the official forces wouldn’t have failed to notice, and would have taken the opportunity to raid them.

“Sir, that thing seems to be coming this way, should we retreat?”

A voice came from the side, interrupting Colin’s thoughts.

He shifted his gaze from the terrifying contaminant anomaly afar and looked at the speaker.

A man wearing a cowboy hat, with blood-red eyes, and an aura of sharp, blood-colored mist swirling around him…

If Colin was not mistaken, this should be an undercover embedded within the Heretic Forces, estimated based on previous observations to be around Level 6 or 7 in strength.

Not strong, but not weak either…

At this moment, the man in the cowboy hat felt an immense pressure as soon as Colin looked his way.

Especially after witnessing a Ninth Level Personnel inexplicably annihilated in an instant.

Fortunately… this one is an ally…

Otherwise, he estimated that by now he would probably be lying down just like that corpse.

“I’ve seen that kind of blood fog created by the ‘Red Moon’ followers in other places, very tricky to deal with, has caused multiple high-ranking officials to be seriously injured, might need to retreat and go back to discuss countermeasures…”

“Retreat?”

Colin interrupted, his eyeballs moving as he turned his gaze back to the rolling blood fog, his hands in his pockets, not moving an inch:

“It’s the one that should be retreating.”

“Um…” The man wearing a cowboy hat was stunned for a moment, but he wasn’t too surprised by the other’s ‘confidence’ due to the special nature of his identity, having dealt with many such Ninth Level powerhouses before.

He knew that at this stage there were some problems with their personalities.

The priority was to coax him back before anything bad really happened.

However, before he could speak, he suddenly felt an incredibly terrifying surge of flames erupt from the other person.

“Holy shit!” His heart leaped, thinking they were all going to be killed.

But fortunately, it seemed like that hadn’t happened.

The flames, filled with terrifying energy, hadn’t hurt him but instead gave him a sense of warmth.

At the same time, the officials who had been worrying about how to deal with the blood mist, suddenly saw a dazzling and blindingly bright giant fireball leap up from the shattered ruins of the city.

It rose like the sun, and its fearsome flames twisted the air as if they could ignite anything.

The “City at the Lake’s Bottom,” dimmed by the dispersal of the “Dawn Star’s” light, was once again illuminated.

And some keen-eyed people could vaguely make out through the hundred-meter diameter of giant flames a silhouette standing within, like a deity…

“Who is this? Is it an enemy or an ally?”

“What’s happening? There’s no mention of this person in the reports…”

“Wait… I remember now, he seems to be… the mysterious powerhouse from the ‘Bonfire Company’…”

“We’re cooperating with the ‘Bonfire Company’ this time? Why didn’t anyone mention it beforehand…”

“…”

The coalition of official forces from various countries was initially shocked.

Then quickly, someone realized that this must be the existence known as “Brother Shunzi” within the “Bonfire Company,” his body of flames almost a trademark…

However, before they could ponder further, a faint whisper suddenly entered everyone’s ears.

“Today’s weather report, clearing skies.”

As the words fell, the giant fireball, like the setting sun, crashed down towards the swirling blood fog.

At the moment of impact, the fireball exploded.

“Boom!”

A massive flame mushroom cloud soared into the sky, devouring all the mist in sight, and amidst the terrifying vibrations of the earth, a horrifying shockwave spread out in a circular pattern, causing the “City at the Lake’s Bottom” to shake violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

And when the light dissipated, the swirling blood-red fog had already turned to ash…

Seeing this, personnel with some understanding of the “Bonfire Company” took a deep breath.

They finally understood why “Brother Shunzi” was referred to as a human-form nuclear bomb within the Bonfire Company…

What used to be thought of as an exaggeration turned out to be realism.

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ps: Update first, revise later.