SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 651 - 651 483 The Initial Call_2

Chapter 651: Chapter 483 “The Initial Call!”_2 Chapter 651: Chapter 483 “The Initial Call!”_2 There was no time to think, Colin’s gaze shifted to the dark spears before the nine-second Time Stop ended.

In an instant, “Favor of the Flame Bearer” activated, and all the dark spears were ignited and vanished.

‘As expected, the reason I couldn’t defend against them before was simply because the firepower was insufficient. With enough firepower, everything can be burned.’

Colin felt a bit more at ease, then closed his eyes again, blocking out the appetite-stimulating stench, and focused his attention on the Giant Meat Tumor whose speed was steadily decreasing at the edge of the effect.

“Da da da…”

The countdown representing the last few seconds rang in his ears.

‘Despite its large size, its resilience isn’t great, probably not even Third Level; a bit of a silver spear with a wax head, but then again, nine seconds really is a lot of time, almost enough to make one unaccustomed to it.’

In the final moments, Colin skillfully raised his right arm, gripped the revolver, aimed at the creature’s head, and pulled the trigger.

A dozen gunshots merged into one continuous roar.

155mm armor-piercing bullets were fired, and although such a caliber seemed puny before such a vast lifeform, with “Bonfire”‘s enhancement, each bullet blasted a sizeable hole through the giant…

At the same moment, the frozen time resumed.

The massive figure in front screamed as large areas of its body burst into flames.

However, the cry did not last long before it abruptly ceased.

The “lethal” effect of the revolver’s bullets set in, and the twisted creature writhed on the ground in its death throes.

It was estimated to be completely dead in mere seconds.

“Be careful! It’s not dead yet!” Akasha suddenly exclaimed.

“Not dead?”

Colin’s eyebrows rose, could a creature with less than Third Level containment subject’s strength really withstand the “lethal” effect?

It was during this brief moment of confusion that he saw the “giant” on the ground, about to die, suddenly shrink into a round lump of flesh and shoot towards him.

Akasha, seeing this, was about to assist Colin, but just as she moved, she saw a blaze of wild flames erupt from the person in front of her…

The next second, a Gigantic Hand of Flame descended from the sky, slamming the lump of flesh into the earth.

The entire area melted away…

“Indeed, somewhat beyond my expectations, but, if it’s not dead, just kill it again. Conveniently, this thing can also serve as fuel.”

Colin spoke indifferently, effortlessly manipulating the giant hand of flame to utterly crush the meatball.

The terrifying heat of the flames swept through the area.

“Hss…” Akasha gasped at the sight, slightly lifting her head to stare somewhat dazedly at the hand that resembled a flame tornado.

She had known he was strong, but never anticipated strength to this level.

Just then, she felt something lift her up from beneath her feet. As she tensed up, she saw what seemed to be a palm of the same Gigantic Hand of Flame.

In Akasha’s astonished gaze, the hand gently lifted her and several others slowly up.

Then they realized a Flame Giant, over a hundred meters tall and half as tall again as the flesh and blood from before, was being constructed by layers upon layers of ravenously burning flames.

They were held aloft on its broad left hand.

The envoy of “Bonfire” stood at its chest, near the nape of the neck.

Meanwhile, the rotting corpses on the ground were quickly set ablaze, their flames entirely absorbed by the Flame Giant.

“Damn, Brother Shunzi, what kind of ability is this? Dharma-Aspect World?”

“Master of the Fish Pond” looked at the formidable fiery figure with eyes filled with envy.

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“What is this… this non-human monster?”

In a dark corner, a group of people cloaked in black robes lifted their heads slightly, gazing up at the towering fiery figure, each of them stunned, feeling an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

A hundred-meter class Mutated Body lasted less than thirty seconds in its clutches, and “Spear of Shadow” was useless…

Even though he was currently burdened with “Red Rain,” holding the traitor queen Akasha and other encumbrances in one hand, they stood no chance against him!

“How could we possibly win against such an enemy, how could we ever triumph?”

At this moment, all they hoped was that this terrifying being had not noticed them and would leave.

Otherwise, no one present had the slightest chance of victory—

When they hurled the “Spear of Shadow” obtained from the “Eternal Night” ritual only to find it seemed to have no effect on the adversary, they knew they had already failed.

But unfortunately…

“Not bad for a ‘Night’ believer, hiding so well. Had I not used ‘Wildfire,’ I might never have found you…”

Mocking words suddenly rang in their ears.

Following that, flames engulfed the sky, enveloping everyone…

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On another flat and vast land, countless large train carriages lay abandoned. Each carriage was about a thousand square feet in size.

At that moment, a dark figure swiftly snuck into one of the carriages.

It kept moving until it reached a woman inside the carriage who looked almost identical to Akasha. Then, the figure stopped, suddenly arched upwards, and transformed into a middle-aged man in a black robe.

However, initially, he didn’t speak but just gazed at the woman who had survived several rituals and received the blessing of the “Night.”

“Sister Lavinia, when can I be as strong as you? When can we, like you, contribute our strength to humanity…”

A group of children around ten years old surrounded Lavinia, their eyes sparkling with admiration.

“Tomorrow…”

Lavinia, rarely smiling, patted the children’s heads and pulled out some sweet-tasting powder blocks from her pocket:

“Take these outside to eat. Sister has some things to do; after you finish, go back to rest and prepare for tomorrow’s ritual.”

After sending the children away, her smile faded, and she looked indifferently at the newcomer.

“The messenger of the Outer God, bearing the trial filled with the flames of sin, has already logged onto this land…”

The middle-aged man bowed slightly to Lavinia as he reported, pausing before adding, “Some of the garrison units accidentally discovered them and launched a roundup. However, the operation failed. The power of ‘The Descender’ is far beyond our imagination…”

“What about the members of those units?” Lavinia’s eyes opened, seemingly filled with flowing darkness.

“Connection completely severed…”

On hearing this, Lavinia fell silent for a second, crossed her arms over her chest, closed her eyes, and softly prayed, “May their valiant souls return to the ‘Eternal Night’,” before reopening her eyes.

The middle-aged man continued, “However, we seem to have located one of their strongholds. We need to go there…”

“No need, call the people back…”

Lavinia remembered her own “shadow” sneak attack on “The Descender.”

The curse of the “Scythe of Death” directly targeted those who could still survive…

Given the strength displayed by the opponent, anyone they sent would likely die in large numbers.

“Unless there’s a surprise, their aim is surely the ‘Eternal Night’ ritual and the ‘Thorn Device.’ As for what comes next, we just need to ensure protection on both fronts and safeguard the ordinary people. That will suffice.”

“This time, it’s our most important ‘Eternal Night’ ritual ever, of significance comparable to the initial calling…”

“We must be thoroughly prepared and prevent them from causing destruction or letting those traitors deceive our people.”

Of significance comparable to the initial calling? The man felt a surge of fear upon hearing this, as memories of history resurfaced in his mind.

Centuries ago, when a terrible cataclysm descended, helpless people trapped in this place sought aid from countless entities, but only the “Night” responded.

Only the benevolent “Night” deigned to bestow a blessing upon the weak during these dire times, bringing the first God-given Gifters, thus offering the tribe a chance at salvation.

Without the “Night,” they would likely have become one among the endless horde of mutated creatures.

That was known as the “initial calling.”

Could it be that such an important event was unfolding this time?

The middle-aged man had no doubt regarding Lavinia’s words, suddenly feeling the thrill of witnessing history about to unfold, his emotions stirred. He placed his fist against his chest:

“Yes, I will make all the necessary preparations! For this, I will offer up my heart!”

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