SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 681 - 681 502 The Blockaded Railway Line._1

Chapter 681: Chapter 502: The Blockaded Railway Line._1 Chapter 681: Chapter 502: The Blockaded Railway Line._1 With a “click,” the train door slowly opened under Colin’s tense gaze…

Beyond the door lay an expansive, vast world dark yet not completely black, thanks to the dazzling starry sky.

“Lady of Thorns” glanced casually outside, then withdrew her gaze and briefly explained:

“I’ve been here a few times before. If I remember correctly, there used to be a transfer station — well, it’s called a station, but it’s more like a small fortress world. But now it seems to have completely fallen…”

Hearing her words, Colin, who had been on alert, was taken aback as he looked at the empty expanse outside:

“There’s nothing left here. Can you still recognize it?”

“Look at the star map. Although there are some deviations from before, such deviations are not significant over just a few hundred years, so my guess should be correct. Why, can’t you read it?”

After “Lady of Thorns” finished speaking and saw him shaking his head, she couldn’t help but laugh and said, “It seems like another one who’s lost in the universe without a train, unable to find even the way home. Have her give you a copy of the star map model when you have time; otherwise, if the enemy tosses you out into space, you won’t even be able to find your way back.”

“Lady Rabbit” would need one too… Colin muttered in his heart.

Then “Lady of Thorns” continued, “Since it’s so clean here, either the entire region was dragged into the ‘Primordial Fire’ through an ‘Extermination Order’ issued by a ‘Flame Bearer,’ or it was something else…

“But for now, it seems to be safe.”

“You previously mentioned the target mission is at station nine. So, are you getting off?”

“No need; I’m going to enter the ‘fuel chamber’ right here on the train. I can complete it aboard…”

As Colin spoke, he pulled up the previous mission and double-checked it:

Ride the “Train in the Fog,” tear open this “Envelope 1” at the ninth stop, enter the special train compartment, and place the “Token” inside the compartment’s fuel chamber…

“I see…”

“Lady of Thorns,” seeing him take out a yellowed “envelope,” thought for a moment and then suddenly said:

“Wait a minute, make some preparations first to avoid any accidents. It’s not that I don’t trust the abilities of ‘Flame Bearers,’ but I also believe in their ability to find trouble.”

Clearly, she had heard quite a lot about the exploits of “Flame Bearers.”

In the midst of their conversation, “Lady of Thorns” waved her hand, and a secret force rippled out.

The next instant, countless thorns rapidly grew from inside the train, binding thousands of compartments in place. It seemed to not only stop the train but also to protect it, shielding it from the outside elements.

All former “Night” believers with thorns on their heads felt their eyelids grow heavy and heard a gentle whisper from “God” in their ears:

“Sleep well for now.”

Then, one by one, they fell into a deep slumber.

The “thorns” on their heads spread like spider webs throughout the train compartments, covering every inch of space…

After making the protective measures, “Lady of Thorns” then turned to Colin: “The train won’t move until you’re done with your business. Take your time preparing.”

“Thank you.”

Colin nodded. Although “Lady of Thorns” seemed to have some biases against “Flame Bearers,” in this aspect…

He agreed.

Tasks related to “Flame Bearers” usually involved all sorts of trouble.

Even if he wasn’t a “Flame Bearer” himself, but just a reservist, he couldn’t escape this fate either…

After learning that the train would stop for a while, Colin was no longer so urgent and began to prepare calmly.

First, he took out a “Colorless Crystal,” then various items, “Favor of the Flame Bearer,” grease, a revolver, and so on, and so forth…

All sorts of items were orderly re-attached by Colin.

“Tsk tsk tsk…”

“Lady of Thorns,” sitting to one side with one hand propped under her chin, clicked her tongue in wonder: “When I first felt you approaching, my first thought was that the old folks above had gone senile, sending a reservist over; I had no idea what they were thinking…”

“Then I realized something wasn’t quite right about this reservist. You could withstand a bit of the ‘Night’s’ will’s spread. At that time, I couldn’t show my face, and I didn’t know the situation. Now I find that your equipment is surprisingly abundant…”

“These things combined give you the appearance of a ‘Flame Bearer’s’ fighting ability.”

Although lacking compared to the real deal, inexplicably, by putting together a bit of this and that, a semblance of a “Flame Bearer” was created, like a patchwork warrior.

About ten minutes later, Colin made all the preparations, readying himself for explosive action at any moment.

With any anomaly, he could “ignite” at any time.

After one last check and finding no issues, Colin snapped two fingers, temporarily using his “Little Maid” substituted left hand to pinch the letter, and his right hand to take hold of the other side, tearing it open along the sealed edge…

“Huh?” To his surprise, there seemed to be nothing inside?

As Colin thought this, suddenly, a wispy, lively thread of gray smoke emerged, slowly drifting toward the middle section of the carriage and began to swirl.

Before long, it formed into a dense fog swirl about three meters in height.

Behind the swirl, a doorframe without a door appeared.

Through the door lay a wide, mist-filled corridor, roughly twenty to thirty meters long, with a spacious room faintly visible at the end.