World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 150 Nature's Blessing

A deafening roar ripped through the night.

The thunder roared like the end of the world, and the wind violently whipped up dust, fallen leaves, and discarded plastic bags, swirling them wildly in all directions.

The office building was a stark white under the lightning, and the sudden earthquake made it shake, crackling and popping. The windows shattered and bricks fell from the walls.

People who had been working overtime all night screamed and ran in all directions.

On the street, a huge crack suddenly appeared, and a hideous, lizard-like monster crashed into a roadside water pipe. It spewed out scorching magma from its mouth, and the heat mixed with cold water, creating a hissing steam that filled the chaotic scene.

The tremors awoke a large number of sleeping people, and the city was transformed beyond recognition in a short period of time, with fear spreading everywhere.

In an apartment building, a twisted centipede emerged from a crack in the ground. The bewildered residents screamed and ran away, but the centipede moved with incredible speed and cruelly bit the nearest person, causing his blood to spurt out and him to immediately lose consciousness.

The out-of-control mystics who escaped from the Foundation were like an unstoppable torrent, engulfing the surrounding towns and spreading toward the city of St. Francis.

"Roar!"

On the edge of the city, space distorted, and then a giant beast roared, its massive claws tearing through steel railroad tracks as it aimlessly rampaged and destroyed everything.

Losing its support, the Golden Gate Bridge, which spanned the two banks, collapsed with a roar.

"Thump, thump, thump—!"

Cars plunged into the water like ants, splashing water far and wide. Those who fell into the water struggled desperately, their screams, cries, and calls for help mingling together to form a desperate symphony. Some people sank to the bottom of the sea forever with the cars.

As panic was about to spread until it engulfed the entire city of San Francisco, a star-like light shone in the coastal harbor, illuminating the silhouette of a ship.

Facing the sea breeze, a man wearing a top hat calmly issued instructions.

"We will devote all our efforts to the rescue and minimize the casualties caused by the disaster!"

"Yes, Lord!"

The well-trained reinforcements set off by speedboat. After landing, they joined up with government rescue teams, including firefighters and search and rescue personnel, and quickly began dealing with the rampaging, destructive, and out-of-control mysterious figures.

They wore matching dark green uniforms with two hands embroidered on their chests, forming a pyramid shape with a burning candle in the center.

In addition to the city, reinforcements rushed to the Foundation headquarters to join the remaining staff in suppressing the riots of the out-of-control mysterious individuals.

Among these people were many ordinary people. They and the mysterious figures split into two groups, carrying heavy computers and a bunch of data cables, and rushed towards the control room in the "Crown" area.

The Dawn Society's technical support team brought a new supercomputer to replace X and temporarily take over the Foundation's functional modules.

Setting down his binoculars, a young man flicked his thick, spiked tail, striking the cabin floor with a dull thud, and reported to the person beside him.

“I never expected that our first task in charge would be cleaning up the mess left by those Western Continent lenders.” He checked the real-time status on his tablet. “Fortunately, the cost this time was less than anticipated.”

“How can you build a Tower of Babel without the most basic craftsmen, Watson?”

“I am not Watson, Lord.”

The man, referred to as "Lord," was adjusting a gleaming, exquisite medal on his chest; his wrinkle-free face made him almost ageless.

He smiled as he gazed at the rising sun on the horizon, his hair so golden it was almost pink.

In the distance, thin layers of dark veils are being lifted, revealing the shapes and colors of things as dawn reshapes the world in its ancient patterns.

"The world is about to enter a new era."

…………

The light faded, and the battle in the air came to an end.

Was Jericho dead?

The distance was too great for Lin An to see clearly. He blinked and suddenly saw something like a meteorite crashing to the ground.

"Boom!"

As the smoke cleared, a lithe figure lunged at him.

"Lin An!"

It was a coyote.

She wrapped her hairy arms around Lin An's shoulders. The thunderbird that had come with her patrolled the sky for a moment before slowly landing on the hole in the ceiling. Lightning cracked open, and an illusion of the Dawn Society approaching appeared in the gap before closing in again.

It said, "Let's go, before those people find out we're still alive."

"Let me say a few more words to him, Eagle Spreads Its Wings, because I promised him!"

The little canine tooth released Lin An, who then stared at the tribal girl.

She was still full of energy, taller and stronger than she appeared in the illusion two years ago, her body covered in grayish-purple fur due to the corruption of the mysterious archetype, which covered her wild and well-defined muscles.

Her long, thick, jet-black hair was adorned with feathers of different colors, cascading down her back like a waterfall and fluttering in the wind.

Upon their reunion, Lin An smiled at her, but his gaze was quickly drawn to the data on the other side.

A green number appeared on Xiaoqiang's chest, but its true form was not visible, suggesting that she had stored it in some kind of space.

【Name】: The Heart of Adam
[Rating]: Source Grade B

Radiation level: 5.3%
[Pollution Level]: 9.5%
[Medium]: Lord of Dreams
This is... Jericho's heart?

"Lord of Dreams"?
Aside from the lower rating, the mysterious items and the mediums by which they were created are consistent, such as the basilisk and its gems, so this panel was quite unexpected for Lin An.

He even thought Adam Cadmon was the "Lady with the Lamp".

"First of all, I am very grateful to you! I really wanted to see you! The dance you performed in the Xunlang tribe... was beautiful."

Little Canine Tooth's voice drew Lin An's attention back. Unlike the other three gods, she was still speaking haltingly in broken English.

"You are 21 years old this year, and I am 20 years old."

"It feels like meeting you was just yesterday." Lin An smiled and patted her shoulder. "Lin An, I inherited fifteen chickens, five sheep, and seven cows from my mother, as well as a tent..." Little Canine Tooth's eyes lit up, and she rattled off the list, "And a pot, a bow, and two bedding..."

"Snap!"

The sand collapsed, and a crack appeared in the floor in front of the two people. The beaver crawled out from inside and hugged Xiaoqiang's trouser leg with its two little hands.

"We should go!"

"Guard the tent, I haven't finished talking yet!" Little Canine Tooth struggled to walk on the collapsed ground.

Because of cultural differences, Lin An didn't know what she was trying to express, but seeing how eager Xiao Qianya was, he thought for a moment and took out his phone from his pocket.

"Now is not a good time for casual chatting. How about we communicate using Green Bubble? You have a mobile phone too, come on, let's add each other as friends."

"Friends?" Little Fang blinked excitedly. "You promised to start as friends? I understand, our tribe has a similar custom. But what is 'green bubble'?"

"Search in the app store..."

Seeing this, the beaver's beady eyes turned into burning red beans, and it jumped onto Lin An's screen with its hands on its hips.

"What kind of 'APP' are you going to make for our young creator god? Gao Ma, Ying Zhanyi, why are you silent? Do you think this union will end happily?"

"I just don't understand what you're saying." The wary Thunderbird shook its head. "What's an APP?"

"What is a cell phone?" the moose pressed.

Lin An showed Little Fang the account's QR code and explained, "Actually, we can create a group and keep in touch. Little Fang, I'll add you first. Once the others register their accounts, I'll send you the group invitation. [Pipe Gift] has too many distance restrictions."

“I can’t afford electronics,” Thunderbird said regretfully. “My account balance is as white as a stag’s antlers.”

"It's alright, it's on me."

Lin An picked up a fallen iron pillar, and the Philosopher's Stone symbol spun, consuming 0.1% of its radiation value, instantly turning it into pure gold.

Midas touch!

The beaver closest to him had its eyes shining. It snatched the golden stick, stroked it lovingly, and then bit it with its front teeth, making a sound as if the gold was about to break.

"Crack!"

Noticing the scrutinizing gazes of its companions, the beaver looked embarrassed but still couldn't bear to let go.

“This can serve as necessary funds for the evacuation of the tribespeople.” It muttered guiltily, glancing at Lin An with a wary and conflicted expression. “I… I took it, kid.”

Lin An found it amusing; he hadn't expected the four native gods to have such an unexpected side.

Unfortunately, relaxing times never last long.

"Dong dong dong..."

Footsteps sounded outside the control room, followed by the sounds of explosives and bullets, getting closer every second. The animal gods instantly composed themselves.

“If you weren’t planning on coming with us, then it’s time for our meeting, Lin An,” the beaver said telepathically. “But like all animals, we’ve always lived by your side.”

Its small body disappeared into the floor, the yellow sand churned, leaving only a simple sand painting of a muskrat.

“Unfortunately, I cannot stay,” Little Tooth said hesitantly. “I bear the mission of helping the people and tribes; I belong to nature and the wilderness.”

"This isn't goodbye forever. Remember to add me as a friend, Little Fang." Lin An waved goodbye to her.

"Okay! Next time we meet... I'll gather all my belongings and try again!" Little Fang's face was full of reluctance. "I still have so much to say to you..."

The flowering tree, its leaves fluttering, disappeared into the opening in the dome, and the coyote's figure, neither fox nor wolf, seemed like a fleeting illusion as it flew up into the clouds.

"Goodbye, Lin An." The clear breeze from the moose wiped away the sand painting, the white mist dissipated, and the sound of the wind ceased.

At this moment, only Lin An and Thunderbird remained in the space.

“Brother Lei,” Lin An couldn’t help but call out to it, “You’re one of the few people who have witnessed my adventures… Do you really think that Yelige and I… and that foundation president are really the same kind of people?”

"I cannot give an answer, Lin An."

The Thunderbird stood at the gap in the semi-circular dome, its towering body obscuring the stars and moon.

"Because life is always in motion, as ever-changing as the wind, playing, frolicking, crying, never truly still, flowing from one place to another like water. Seeds and fruits, rain and drought, everything operates in a great cycle, an eternal process of learning new things."

"You mean, I can only find the meaning of life on my own?" Lin An frowned, repeating with a hint of confusion.

“But you are not alone on this road, because I will bless you, Lin An.”

Thunderbird lowered its head and met Lin An's gaze. It neither confirmed nor denied his conclusion. The sound of thunder surged everywhere, rumbling in a way that was frightening.

It spread its wings, casting a cool shadow.

"The sky, the sea, the forest, and the earth have given me this sacred kiss."

Lin An obediently closed his eyes, feeling a light kiss on his forehead, carrying a sweet and natural scent.

"Now I'm giving it to you."

The tribal figures sang sacred songs within the circle of their people, their primal tones flowing melodiously.

Until we meet again,

May your great soul let the sunrise reside in your heart.
May your moccasins leave their mark on the coming snow.

When Lin An opened his eyes again, he saw majestic clouds spreading to both sides, like a granite mountain range floating in the air, no less magnificent than any man-made landscape.

The call of the Holy Spirit departed at that moment, and the pipe on his chest no longer burned.

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