SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 588 - 588 452 Success Doesnt Have to Be Mine_2

Chapter 588: Chapter 452: Success Doesn’t Have to Be Mine!_2 Chapter 588: Chapter 452: Success Doesn’t Have to Be Mine!_2 “After this, it will be even harder to come by such an opportunity.”

Originally, the Saintess had not gone to the Golden City, and they all thought that the ambush had completely failed.

All those lying in wait would gradually die off under the erosion of the Magic Fog…

After all, not everyone had the ability to be active in the Magic Fog for a long time.

But unexpectedly, this Saint, who was said to be leaving, somehow turned back and stepped into their ambush, which gave them a hard-won opportunity.

“Yes, if we miss this time, there will be no chance in the future,” someone nodded.

“The Saintess repelled an Outer Evil God three years ago, entered disaster zones multiple times, and finally wandered in the Magic Fog for a very long time…”

“During that time, she was injured repeatedly, and even though she was born strong, she couldn’t withstand it.”

“Now she has reached her limit!”

“Even if we die, history will remember this day, recall our experience of martyrdom for the future.”

“We may not need to be present for the success, but our participation will surely be on the path to it!”

The Heretic Force Squad Leader, inspiring those around him, reignited their fighting spirit.

However, just then, the squad leader’s speech abruptly halted as he grabbed his throat, his face revealing extreme agony.

His stomach swelled as if something inside was twitching and writhing.

“How…” the tall man sensed something was amiss.

At the same time, his words faltered as he felt something crawl up into his throat from his stomach, and a tremendous pain as if being torn apart spread throughout his body.

At that moment, he caught sight from the corner of his eye that everyone in attendance seemed to be struck down at the same time.

“What is that…thing?”

In his confusion, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart as he saw a pale hand with splotches like those on a corpse stretch out from a companion’s mouth.

One hand, two hands, three hands…

More and more hands emerged from his companion’s mouth, squeezing out along with the blood.

And by the time there were four, his body had been blown apart, the sight gruesomely bloody and ghastly.

However, he couldn’t afford to look further as he saw several pale, splotchy fingers extending from his own mouth…

During this process, his Extraordinary Power felt as if it were bound, unusable.

So all he could do was watch himself die.

“The Saintess? No, she wouldn’t employ such an inefficient method of killing… what on earth is it?”

With his brain flashing through his last memories, he fell completely into darkness amid intense unwillingness.

After they died, the hands that crawled out of their bodies dragged them together, connecting them with some special power.

Before long, a Human Patchwork Monster made up of a great deal of flesh, limbs, and heads appeared at the site.

Its appearance was utterly blasphemous, enveloped by black mist.

Its head was huge, like a tumor, with countless arms dangling down, and its body was covered in faces filled with pain on stretched out skin, while many disordered feet supported it…

“Hehehe, well said, well said, your participation will indeed be part of the success…”

The Human Patchwork Monster, seemingly pleased with the high-quality flesh it had amalgamated from many humans, enjoyed the sensation.

If Colin were here at this moment, he would undoubtedly recognize this as the “Human Patchwork Monster” that had haunted his dreams!

“It seems almost certain that this is her last body. Once I take it down, I can truly leave this place, search for the sun… search for that true Sun!”

“I want to question Him! Why leave this place! Why abandon us!”

“No, no, no, I submit to Him with reverence, expressing everlasting subjugation, hoping He will not forsake us again…”

“Whimper, whimper, why have you abandoned us…”

“Why won’t you save us…”

“Hehehehehe…”

“…”

The “Human Patchwork Monster” spoke while crying and laughing, its numerous mouths uttering strange and varying rants.

This world was like a cage from which no life could escape; the apocalypse was inevitable.

Hope did not lie here…

Only where the true Sun resided was there real hope.

However, everything was now in place, but to leave, there was one essential condition…

To acquire a certain authority, without which departure was impossible.

The only known person in this world with this kind of authority was the Saint of the “Light” Church, no, to be precise, the known one from whom it could be obtained was the Saintess.

Others, he had peered into those outsiders from beyond…

Although they also possessed this ability, some experiments had clearly determined it was unusable.

The “Human Patchwork Monster” had secretly hunted in the shadows, but its authority would directly expire the moment it died…

It was downright unusable, and moreover, a strong premonition told him.

Even if successful, what appeared might not be the sun, but some other horrific, dangerous entity.

Therefore, the only method involved the Saint…

At least, at least by obtaining one fifth of her flesh or more significant limbs, hands, feet, preferably the head…

Only by merging with her body could he possess the ability to leave this place and venture into a greater world.

The thought of seeing the sun in his heart upon success made his emotions somewhat uncontrollable; he could already fantasize about basking in the sunlight…

Several seconds later, his emotions stabilized and his body suddenly burst into six chunks of flesh.

These pieces of flesh reassembled into six followers of the “Shadow Treant Mother,” who then summoned other believers of the same faith to this place to besiege the Saintess…

“We must act quickly; if we delay until the ‘Magic Fog’s’ master arrives, that would be bad,” he whispered in the communication.

Once that terrifying entity, which even gods shunned, arrived,

All efforts might be reduced to naught.

After finishing the conversation with others, the “Human Patchwork Monster” was about to take action when he suddenly felt a wave of invisible horror approaching.

He had a premonition, looking toward a certain direction…

There, a group of strange people wearing red veils stared at him.

The group was shielded by blue-black mist, protecting them from the influence of the “Magic Fog”… In fact, they actively consumed the Magic Fog drifting around them!

“Gurgle gurgle…”

Under their gaze, his stomach growled, a strong sense of hunger surging within.

However, it seemed they were not targeting him; after merely licking their lips at him and showing a hint of regret, they swiftly left toward…

The direction where the Saintess was?

“These people… are they the ‘Feast of Devouring’?”

The brain of the “Human Patchwork Monster,” formed from countless memories, conjured information about them and recalled the scene where they consumed the Magic Fog, with shock resonating in his heart.

What kind of monsters were they, after all?

But before he could think further, he felt a distant, invisible tremor.

It seemed… the fight had already begun up ahead!

Without hesitation, controlling hundreds of branch nodes, including the six bodies here, he moved forward.

If he were too late and the Saintess was killed, he could forget about grabbing an important limb, not to mention one fifth of flesh and organs…

Especially with the involvement of that “Feast of Devouring”!

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Elsewhere.

Within a vast spatial expanse, most things appeared frozen like insects trapped in amber.

“Cough cough…”

Shana, clad in the white and gold-edged Church garb, coughed twice, blood seeping out, but it turned into radiance and was reabsorbed.

At this very moment, she could clearly sense that an upper-level power had blockaded the area.

Yet before she could unleash a bright light to dissolve this mighty force,

Shana suddenly felt a sharp pain in her left eye, followed by copious bleeding at the corner of the eye, and a black crack emerged, rapidly spreading to her other skin…

As if intending to envelop her entire being from this point.

“The curse of the Shadow Tree Mother…”

In the flash of a thought, a light emerged from behind Shana, like a cicada shedding its shell.

Hardly had it left…

When she saw her own “body” rapidly consumed by darkness, transforming into a strange tree. This tree, like a writhing shadow, sprouted branches with eyes budding as “fruit.”

Before Shana could make her next move, all the “Shadow Tree’s” eyes focused on her.

The next second, shadows for kilometers around came to life, surging towards her in a massive, overwhelming wave…

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