SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 882 - 882 590 Dont be afraid leader Im coming

Chapter 882: Chapter 590: Don’t be afraid, leader! I’m coming! Chapter 882: Chapter 590: Don’t be afraid, leader! I’m coming! “Thud!”

“The Eighth Disciple…”

“…”

“Damn it, will this ever end?!”

With another misshapen figure rising from the white glow, its wings adorned with bird feathers, a towering form stooping with a scythe cross in hand, Colin finally couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

This guy wasn’t only prepared for battle, outnumbering his opponent without any honor in warfare was one thing, but he just kept on summoning reinforcements…

You hear about Disciples summoning the Master, but this was the complete opposite!

Moreover, each of these “Disciples” possessed considerable combat strength…

Just a few exchanges were enough to level the entire area, once a gathering point for disaster victims, into a new expanse of ruins amidst the terrifying aftermath of their clashes.

The thing that troubled Colin the most was the incredible resilience of these “Disciples”.

Even direct hits from the Golden Artifact were withstood without much trouble…

In a few minutes of intense fighting, Colin’s best achievement was taking advantage of a moment when the Fifth or some Disciple left an opening, using “Swap” to slice him into dozens of pieces and scattering those fragments hundreds of kilometers away.

Theoretically, he should be dead, for “Swap” severes all connections between each fragment.

But seeing “The First Disciple” survive the Charge unscathed, one second shattered and barely alive, the next fully revived, Colin suddenly felt uncertain.

It seemed that these things could hardly be killed unless they were instantly eradicated…

And if they weren’t dealt with quickly, they seemed to keep summoning endlessly, impossible to kill off!

From “one” to “eleven”, excluding the “Fifth” he had just killed, eight Disciples had already arrived on the scene!

‘Really picking on me for having no one to summon…’ Colin fought with increasing depression, the power of “Vibration” erupting from his hands, creating fine black fissures through space.

Then, he combined it with “Repulsion” and blasted it all away.

One punch dispersed all the figures…

At the same time, he concentrated that force to create a protective area around him.

At this moment, after battling for several minutes, the only piece of good news was that after the accumulated summoning count reached eight, the tolling that had Colin’s heart pounding had finally stopped…

Whether it was because there were none left to summon or for some other unknown reason, no new figures were added to the battlefield aside from the dissected “Fifth Disciple”.

Of course, this didn’t mean the pressure eased…

These Disciples, each with a “White Night” trait at their core, managed various types of extraordinary powers: some excelled in close combat, others at range or stealth attacks…

A full array of tactics were at their disposal, and Colin’s “young” body had already accumulated multiple cuts.

His left leg bone was completely fractured; had it not been held together by flesh, it might have just fallen off…

Besides these, that semi-animated “White Night” giant statue, though no longer summoning, began to change tactics, casting a kind of special white light…

Under this light, Colin had no trouble fighting, but he just felt extremely uncomfortable.

Every move he made felt awkward and unnatural.

In stark contrast to his discomfort, the Disciples seemed amplified, becoming even more resilient!

With their recovery strength further enhanced…

“Boom!”

Within the invisible roar of engines, Colin once again employed Time Stop, pulverizing a Disciple skilled in “Deception” and “Illusion” into a bloody pulp.

He didn’t even have time to check the results of his attack, seizing the moment to tear open a rift and flee.

Regrettably, he had not gone far when hundreds of chains blocked his escape route…

It was just a brief hindrance; the Disciple he’d almost turned into sauce recovered swiftly and launched an attack on him. In a hasty exchange, the others under the will of the “White Night” giant statue joined the fray.

“Common tactics are ineffective at killing these things; their powers are too balanced. Trying to escape, but because it’s fixated on me…”

Colin felt the weariness in his body and the heaviness in his heart. Although the true power held within his Golden Artifact was strong and could extricate him from the current predicament if fully unleashed, any one of them could aid his escape.

Regrettably, he was unable to maximize their potential…

So while they were good enough to hold his own, to truly break free from trouble, he was missing something crucial.

“Now, to break through this situation, do I have to control the Bonfire again?” Colin felt the terrifying force of the Flame within him—

It too was eager to burst forth, desperately longing to incinerate everything before him.

Colin believed that this power he “had never used” was strong enough to change the current state of affairs.

But…

An equally intense sense of crisis warned him.

Once unleashed, the situation could escalate in an instant to an unimaginable degree.

However, it was just in the moment of hesitation and distraction that Colin violently felt a strong sense of impending doom in his mind, and an image of death flashed before him:

A figure not unlike the other Disciples, covered in white flames, stabbed its scythe into his ankle. This blow wasn’t fatal, but it led to the other Disciples swarming him.

Countless glowing chains, the tips of scythe handles piercing from all directions, tore through him.

In a rush, Colin quickly countered, using all kinds of artifacts in combination to narrowly escape the seven Disciples’ combined death blow, and then, after a moment’s thought, decided to try something on the giant statue.