World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 124 Blindfold

A car rushed out of the tunnel's emergency lane, and Simon almost crashed into it head-on if he hadn't braked fast enough.

"Crench--!"

The screeching sound of brakes echoed through the tunnel as the RV screeched to a halt in front of the car.

The inspection team?
Despite the lack of specific instructions from the president, Lin An and his group followed the so-called "secret route" of the Dawn Association, but unexpectedly, they were stopped by the inspection team on this road.

At this point, they were less than ten miles from headquarters.

The three of them looked at Barry simultaneously, who raised his hands.

"I'm innocent! I really didn't report the location this time. I've already been kicked out of the 'white dove' team by the inspection team."

San Francisco is the territory of the inspection team, and with satellite technology tracking the entire area, it's not surprising that they were caught.

Not only was their path blocked by the car in front of them, but when Lin An looked back, he saw that the area behind him was empty. There were yellow roadblocks at the entrance, along with a banner that read "This road is closed." The car that had been driving alongside them sped away, already having left the not-too-long tunnel.

"Bah."

A man opened the door of the car in front of him. He had curly brown hair, an empty expression, and seemed to exude arrogance.

He kicked the car door with his leather shoes and slammed it shut.

When the man looked at the group through the privacy glass, his eyes, like coals smoldering in a hot breeze, slowly emitted light, then suddenly burst into flames.

"Boom!"

Energy erupted from him, and several angels, each about one and a half meters tall, appeared.

They are thin, with their folded wings covering their faces and lower bodies. Only their armored upper bodies are visible. They have no legs, and the area covered by their wings is nothingness.

The angel's body glowed with a faint light, illuminating the dim tunnel, and like a swarm of alien insects appearing in a market from an alien movie, they swarmed densely toward the RV.

They possessed various weapons: bull horns, human spears, lion scimitars, and eagle bows and arrows. The weapons were of different colors and composed of different elements, creating a mosaic-like array of colors. When they attacked in layers, it was truly spectacular.

Holy crap, without saying a word, I started killing!

You're even more ruthless than Efron Ruben!
[Title]: The Rereader - Tohoro, Ancient Wisdom V
[Rating]: Mythical B-level

Radiation level: 23.5%
[Pollution Level]: 25.9%
[Media]: Presiding Judge

The remaining mysterious prototypes were too easy to guess, so the system quickly pasted the panel onto the man's face in the distance.

The literal translation of Tohorot is "ritual cleansing," which is a set of rules that deal with minor degrees of uncleanliness, explaining the cleanliness and uncleanliness of food and liquids, the people who prepare or consume them, and the containers used in the process.

After careful counting, the angels were grouped into groups of three, totaling 36. This likely corresponds to the twelve purification rituals in Mishnahto Horus, including those for removing unclean things such as plague, touching the dead, menstrual blood, unclean secretions, and common infectious diseases like leprosy.

As a mysterious person, one must come into contact with "unclean" things to some extent.

Therefore, 24 of the 36 angels are depicted in very specific forms, meaning that the four of them have a total of 8 unclean aspects, while the remaining 12 surround the deacon without taking any action.

The more "unclean" the opponent is, the more angels of punishment will appear, and the more powerful they will be.

Lin An roughly guessed one of the knight's abilities.

Seeing the impending crisis, Simon narrowed his eyes slightly, gripped a holy sword with both hands, spread his wings, and the windshield of the RV shattered and scattered, making a series of ear-piercing crackling sounds.

"Pfft!"

His longsword pierced the nearest angel with speed and precision, the aura of death and annihilation coursing through its body, causing its energy to collapse instantly, its breastplate as fragile as paper.

The figure of the angel of retribution blurred for a moment, then became clearer and more dazzling, each feather dyed in black, gold, red and green, spinning wildly in the dark tunnel, its scimitar raised high, slashing towards Simon.

Not only them, but the angels with bows drew their bows and unleashed a rain of arrows like meteorites, crashing down on the three people in the RV.

Energy can ignore physical barriers. Back then, Efron's angels were able to hide inside the carriage and fire bullets that pierced through the vehicle and chased after Lin An in the sky.

If they were hit by energy with a mythical level of high radiation, Mishi and Barry wouldn't have enough lives to survive.

Just as Lin An was pondering how to save the person, he saw Simon extend his finger, and purple flames burned in front of the scimitar angel, causing it to pause in its movements.

At the same time, the Moon Angel's longsword came flying in, piercing through with a "whoosh." With a twist of its wrist, it lifted the Moon Angel's slender body and swung it clockwise, using its sternum as a fulcrum.

The power rippled outwards, and the arrows struck the angels, canceling each other out.

The man in the distance watched this scene with a gloomy expression.

Once the volley of arrows ended, Simon threw aside the scimitar angel, swung his longsword in a horizontal figure-eight pattern, and made a "scooping" motion from bottom to top. With a "whooshing" sound as the wind cut through the air, a row of charging angels were cut in half at the waist.

The sharp sword tip sliced ​​through their folded wings and chest cavity, and energy gushed out from the deep, bone-revealing wounds.

As Simon tore through the crowd and created a brief opening, he rushed straight toward the man standing in the distance.

The man was startled and quickly manipulated the other angels to stop him, but the next moment, space suddenly distorted, and Simon's figure appeared directly behind the man.

Teleport!

The jet-black feathers drifted down in the wind, brushing against the man's cheeks like the whispers of a devil.

Lin An observed the battle from a distance through the broken glass window. Simon's combat awareness and skills were undoubtedly exceptional, and Lin An also noticed that the angels showed little desire to attack him.

If the man hadn't urged them on, they probably would have bypassed Simon and killed Lin An and the other two first.

This reminded Lin An of one of Sariel's characteristics—true archangel physiology.

Sariel is inviolable, and His power is among the highest in the angelic court. He has undisputed dominion over other celestial realms and all aspects of other angels, and can wield full power in both the mortal and heavenly realms.

As He is the angel who protects souls, death, and morality, Sariel's soul is shrouded in divine light and is indestructible, which is one of the reasons why the Hittite rituals could not choose Simon.

Lin An watched Simon's heroic figure as he fought, his longsword slicing through the man's neck, leaving a trail of bright red blood.

The Lord of Dreams is truly powerful. Without needing to collect or learn anything else, he can automatically master many powerful skills. The only danger is that he is extremely difficult to control and can easily become corrupted and die.

Simon is doing a "good job" so far. Lin An scans his three companions with the system every day, and the captain's level of contamination is increasing slowly, with changes of only a few decimal points.

A B rating indicates a very high upper limit to pollution levels; as long as no major issues arise, the rate of increase is essentially negligible.

The man's expression grew increasingly gloomy. He quickly ran his fingertips across the wound, dabbed it with his own blood, and splashed it on Simon's face. In an instant, all the angels paused and turned to him.

Even archangelic physiology is useless at this moment.

The twelve angels who were protecting the man grabbed Simon from under his arms, preventing the longsword from penetrating further, while the remaining angels attacked together, their colors shimmering like the dome of the Hagia Sophia.

Simon's vision blurred, and he was immediately struck in the abdomen by an arrow, and his shoulder was also pierced by a spear, from which blood flowed freely.

"Well!"

Now that he was in two places at once, the man took the opportunity to approach the RV.

Even if all the angels were turned against Simon, he was still stronger than Mishi and Barry combined. The two were pale and wanted to get off the vehicle and run away, but it was too late.

If they hadn't intervened in the conflict between the inspection team and the Dawn Association, they would have been nothing more than a group of "porters," with questionable combat capabilities.

Lin An did have a way to kill the deacon, but chose to remain inactive.

Once the Hittite ritual is used, the mystics of Mishna will sense the killing intent, instantly making the situation difficult to resolve.

Clutching the wound on his neck, the man placed his other free hand on the handlebars, and his muscles jolted violently.

"Ping Pong!"

The RV that had accompanied the four people for nearly two months was reduced to rubble. The steel broke apart easily, and all sorts of parts fell off. Before the three people had any chance to react, they were crushed to the ground by the heavy sheet metal.

Lin An also pretended to lie down, using the airflow from his wand to disperse the sparks and prevent an explosion. He also manipulated each part to make them float close to the ground, so as not to harm himself or his companions.

No one noticed his little trick. Mishi and Barry were so terrified by this change that they ignored why they felt no pain. Meanwhile, the man raced against time to the exposed second floor of the RV.

The space housing the Thunderbirds underwent special treatment and remains sturdy and unbroken.

"Boom!"

The man opened the door, and was immediately struck dumb, his expression freezing.

It did indeed contain a Thunderbird statue, however... it really was just a statue.

It has neither a mysterious atmosphere nor energy fluctuations; it is merely an exquisitely crafted fake with an empty shell.

He was cheated!

Lin An was not entirely surprised by this. As soon as he got into the car, he had the system scan everyone's panels and was surprised to find that the data that should have been floating outside the Thunderbird room was missing.

After a careful inspection, Lin An discovered that the Thunderbird had been "switched".

Since leaving Las Meadows, this motorhome has never been equipped with a real Thunderbird.

The Dawn Society knew that no matter how secret the route was, it couldn't be hidden from the inspection team, so they simply used a smokescreen.

The reason why Chairman Jericho made such a big fuss by notifying the group via video was to give the inspection team the illusion that Thunderbird was still in the RV.

In fact, the Dawn Society had already sent people to put the Thunderbird on a special railway and transported it to San Francisco on a chartered train.

It's estimated that the Dawn Association's true main force is located there.

Therefore, both Lin An and the knights following behind remained calm in the face of the inspection team's surprise attack. The only one who seemed truly serious was probably the butler.

But this is far from being a "Trojan horse".

What exactly did the knight's secret message mean?
Filled with questions, Lin An observed the deacon's shocked reaction and felt that the other party should stop. Just as he was about to use his airflow technique to move the parts off his body, he suddenly felt a slight warmth coming from the pipe placed against his chest.

The fact that Thunderbird is not with us means that other native deities have passed through this area.

He tentatively lifted the barrier around him slightly, but the deacon was still in a daze and had no time to pay attention to what was happening. Lin An took out the licorice he carried with him and lit it while shielding it from the wind with his hand.

A wisp of white smoke rose and drifted westward.

Brother Lu?
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