SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 877 - 877 588 The Masters 13 Disciples

Chapter 877: Chapter 588 The “Master’s” 13 “Disciples”. Chapter 877: Chapter 588 The “Master’s” 13 “Disciples”. Beside that giant statue, which was sanctified yet filled with a certain grotesquerie and absurdity, Colin encountered the person whom he had just spoken with.

An elder in white robes, his visage aged but eyes extremely bright and spirited, gave off an impression of being exceedingly amiable at first glance…

And surrounding him were dozens of believers from the “Aurora Society,” all donned in white garments.

Each person had a serene, uncontested gentle warmth on their face…

It seemed as though they weren’t the slightest bit angered by Colin having killed more than a dozen of their Extraordinary Ones on his way here.

Behind them, the middle-aged man and others who were in hiding had thought about escaping with Colin if things went south and he couldn’t win.

After all, with such a commotion, it was highly likely that the people from the Aurora Society wouldn’t let them off…

Instead of waiting to die, it would be better to wait for a “mutually assured destruction” before making a move.

What they didn’t expect was that this “Returner from the Deep Sea” they had picked up from the beach would be so powerful. Against those once-invincible and terrifying Extraordinary Ones from the Aurora Society, he won with ease, as if slaughtering chickens!

You should know, although the Extraordinary Ones’ bodies couldn’t exactly be immune to bullets and could still be damaged if hit,

the issue was their physical prowess, which made it near impossible for ordinary people to even land a blow on them!

But this circumstance completely failed against that “youth.”

Even if the enemy was fast enough to leave afterimages, too swift to catch with the eye, Colin could still casually hit them with one shot at a time.

One shot per person, coupled with some kind of special protection on his body, the enemy’s long-range attacks seemed to be stopped by an invisible wall of air upon reaching him.

Thus, all along the way, he appeared unmatched, faced with virtually no obstacle as if he were entering an uninhabited land…

‘I have brought back what kind of freak exactly?’

The middle-aged man, crouching behind cover, was dumbstruck. In his silent muttering, he suddenly noticed a pile of shattered limbs on the ground, along with parts of bodies that were mostly mutilated but still twitching, not completely dead yet.

He couldn’t decide whether to marvel at Colin’s strength or the tenacity of the Extraordinary Ones’ lives; even reduced to a bloody mess on the ground, they still seemed to struggle a bit.

It was precisely when the middle-aged man’s heart was shaken that Colin, staring at that elder who seemed to be the Bishop of the Aurora Society, was also rapidly pondering some things in his mind:

‘Compared to those from before, these are probably what you’d call true believers…’

According to the customs of the Aurora Society, it seemed they did accept the allegiance of some other Extraordinary Ones…

Their level of belief wasn’t very high, more like a mixture of fear and some respect.

But this group around the elder was different; because their belief was sufficiently deep, a faint white light glimmered on and off their bodies, giving them a rather sacred and peaceful appearance.

However, that was not the reason Colin stopped his attacks. He refrained from continuing largely because he felt a similar aura coming from the statue.

But it was just a semblance; there seemed to be quite a few differences…

Meanwhile, upon hearing Colin’s earlier “blasphemous” words, a small fraction of the people around the elder, who was faintly radiating white light, showed signs of anger, wanting to say something.

But the elder raised his hand to stop them, then clearly yet rapidly began to speak:

“I can see, even towards the most ordinary humans, your attitude is relatively amicable and willing to exert effort on their behalf, and this is also what my ‘Master’ practice, to carry out as much salvation as possible amid cataclysmic disasters…

“You and I ought to walk the same path; now, there might be some misunderstanding between us…

“Perhaps, we could try to communicate and unravel the misunderstanding.”

As he spoke, the faint white light on his body became more distinct, radiating an indescribable power that invisibly influenced those around him into submission.

Nevertheless…

Colin was unaffected.

“The same path? I reckon you’re thinking too much. I’ve probably seen enough of those shouting about saving the world, but I’ve hardly seen a few that truly possess mercy.”

Colin said this as his attention shifted from the elder to the comparatively familiar sensation of white light on his body, frowning—

If there wasn’t the need for some enforceable life transition or a total change of thought, turning someone into a certain type of believer…

Actually, everything might be forgivable, even so-called ‘blood donation’; if some power needed it at a crucial moment, Colin thought that it might not be unacceptable.

After all, in essence, it was about using that power to protect more people…

But besides that, the near complete cognitive conversion equated almost to eliminating a person.

It was one of the lines Colin deemed uncrossable.

This group not only crossed it but seemingly took it for granted.

Even if he felt a strange familiarity with the white light, that couldn’t absolve their transgressions.

“My ‘Master’ is certainly kind-hearted. He has personally promised us that before the calamity comes, He will open the gates of paradise for the weak and helpless…”

The elder stared at Colin, his gaze faintly flickered with white light.

Hearing this, Colin felt an increasing discomfort, but before he took action to settle this place completely, he inexplicably felt he should be more cautious and gather more intelligence to avoid making a misjudgment.

After all, the deeds of the Aurora Society and even the nature of the light itself instinctively repelled him, yet the familiar feeling made him worry about potentially harming his own people.