SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 843 - 843 572 Humanitys First Counterattack_2

Chapter 843: Chapter 572: Humanity’s First Counterattack!_2 Chapter 843: Chapter 572: Humanity’s First Counterattack!_2 Then, he completely inverted himself along with an entire area.

“Phew…”

Colin stood on the ground, staggering a few steps, intending to find a place with support to sit down, but no sooner had he taken a step than he collapsed on the ground due to extreme exhaustion…

At the same time, the dark cyan figure of the ancient Buddha behind him also dissolved and vanished.

Colin’s abdomen, stretching upwards to his chest and downwards to his belly, was torn open, seeping a blackness that now hid, revealing writhing organs.

However, the organs were prevented from spilling out from the tear.

The Little Maid had started stitching them up layer by layer even sooner…

“Whether I’ll live or not is not for me to say anymore.”

Colin shook his head slightly, reached up to his head, and took off the “Ring of Enduring Pain” to take a look.

Cracks were beginning to appear on it…

He had exhausted all his methods, and the various negative effects were beginning to be uncontainable.

All he could do was to absorb the negative effects; if anything else were to attack, he would have no way to resist…

Everything was now left to fate.

Colin’s eyes lost focus as his body trembled periodically, slowly accepting the negative effects he had previously suppressed.

In the space covered by the dark cyan “Stomach Wall,” only the sizzling of the flames burning could be heard.

Or perhaps the vibrations caused by the impact on the “Stomach Wall”…

Time passed indeterminably, and Colin felt the oppressive sensation of being watched by countless gazes dissipate, but immediately after, another strong oppressive force spread downwards.

“Finally… ‘Red Moon’ pieces have further fallen.”

Colin murmured to himself, which also meant that he had survived the toughest period!

However, just as he thought this…

A slit suddenly appeared in the dark cyan “Stomach Wall.”

A crimson eyeball pressed against the slit, looking over at him.

Colin let out a breath that was both a chuckle and a sigh of regret, making no move, nor could he make any.

“It seems this is where it ends…”

The sinking of the “Red Moon” power also caused his “Stomach Wall” to “crumble,” allowing an attack to break through this barrier at this opportunity.

‘Only a Level ‘0’ can better deal with a Level ‘0’ Containment Subject, they are not stupid…’

As thoughts flickered, Colin sighed in his heart, but before the attacks of “The Gods” could reach him, he was stricken with “Time Perception Disorder.”

The flow of a moment seemed stretched infinitely long in this instant.

Colin’s pupils lost focus again…

But just when he thought he could never open his eyes again, he saw himself enveloped in pitch-black shadow, being transported away from this place by some means…

“Someone… saved me? Who is it?”

Colin moved his eyes thoughtfully, catching a glimpse of a figure standing firm against the fearsome beings, blocking all incoming attacks.

The figure was terribly familiar…

But his mind was in turmoil; he dared not confirm, nor could he bring to mind who it might be…

His pale, cracked lips quivered, intending to offer thanks or to inquire, but he was rocked by a surge, falling back into a daze.

When he came to his senses again, Colin found himself within a ruined building.

The world in front of him was shrouded in an indefinable crimson terror.

Above the dome, fragments descending from the shattered Moon were clearly visible…

The presence of “The Gods” had almost completely disappeared.

Evidently, as the terror-laden fragments of the “Red Moon” descended, if they did not want to be contaminated, they would have to retreat at this very moment.

The higher their station, the more terrible the contamination!

Because they could glimpse the essence, which ordinary things could not.

And Colin, sheltered by the power of “Primordial Fire,” was also largely unaffected by the red radiance—at least at this height, the red light was still “harmless” to him.

At this moment, compared to the myriad of fragments in the sky, Colin was more puzzled about who that figure was.

Why had they come to save him?

Alas, his brain, as the main recipient of the negative effects, was a disaster zone, and foreseeably, his time in a daze would become even more frequent and prolonged…

Each moment of lucidity was very brief.

With the regret of not realizing who the person was, Colin closed his eyes once more, losing consciousness.

Nausea, severe pain, an inescapable nightmare.

A series of negative effects caused Colin to twitch and dry heave from time to time, even when he was deep in stupor.

He even harbored thoughts of ending it all, thinking it might be easier to just deal with himself.

Sometimes, in the same spot, he would alternate between wailing and uncontrollable laughter, speaking madness—this also suddenly reminded him of Big C Teacher from before. He never understood why, for a period of time, the teacher would fight him while crying.

Because this was one of the side effects of “Bonfire”: a loss of emotional control…

However, this emotional instability was minor compared to other negative effects of artifacts.

Meanwhile, the Little Maid Jing stayed by his side, doing her best to tend to his physical injuries, trying to alleviate his suffering.

As she worked, she would occasionally look up to the sky, where rounds of halos turned in her silver humanoid pupils, suggesting certain concerns.

According to her calculations, the impact of these falling fragments would have extremely adverse effects on Colin. She could even sense that, drawn by some inexplicable force, some of them seemed intent on falling their way…

This was a very bad omen!

Just at that moment…

The Little Maid received a request from the official forces of Research Institute No.1.

The content was simple: they asked her to take full control of the existing nuclear missiles to intervene with the celestial debris breaching the atmosphere, ensuring they would be shattered even further…

“Mr. Colin, I have received a request from the various shelters. I believe the intervention is necessary…”

The Little Maid whispered in Colin’s ear, respectfully.

Unfortunately, Colin, deep in the negative spiral, was unable to respond.

He couldn’t even perceive her words…

The Little Maid repeated the sentence expressionlessly, patiently waiting for authorization.

Without it, she could only stay and carry on with limited tasks.

And as her calls went unanswered one after another,

she showed rare signs of urgency.

Time was running out…

Just when the fragments were about to cross a certain threshold beyond rescue even with intervention,

a sudden message appeared out of nowhere.

[At this moment, Colin abruptly woke up for a while…]

“Was it a ‘Fate Propeller’?”

Colin opened his eyes and saw he had been placed on a mattress that the Little Maid had somehow procured.

He recognized immediately that the message, appearing before him like a Narrator, most likely came from a “Fate Propeller.”

But, Colin was well aware that if it wasn’t a Ninth Level “Fate Propeller” to act, just the effect of this sentence would have probably required the sacrifice of an Eighth Level official powerhouse.

But now, there were more pressing matters.

“Go on, go ahead.”

Colin opened his mouth and with great effort uttered permission to the Little Maid.

No sooner had he spoken than he blinked…

He felt that not much time had passed, but he found himself already transferred to an underground room, completely sealed.

Yet through a strong psychic premonition, he could clearly “see” that the “Red Moon” shards had descended further…

This meant that this “blink of an eye” must have lasted a long time.

And just then…

Loud rumbling sounds that deafened the ear came from all around, the whole air vibrating.

Colin squinted his eyes, and using a small portion of the authority of the “King of Savage Sound,” a picture formed in his mind…

Above the land, humanity’s strongest physical means on Earth, an array of missiles equipped with various types of nuclear warheads, spewing Mach rings of fire, ascended under the complete control of the Little Maid, charging towards the falling Red Moon fragments…

This was humanity’s only move since the disaster unfolded.

Its purpose was very simple: to break apart those chunks of flesh as much as possible, to mitigate the calamity!

“With the power of the ‘Book of Fate’ above, has a Ninth Level Personnel been born? Who could it be…”

Colin pondered intermittently.

Merely the nuclear bombs themselves would hardly impact the “Red Moon” fragments; something extra was needed.

But before he could think of an answer, a terrifying explosive sound came from the heavens.

The nuclear counterstrike had begun!