World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 177 The First Vasila
Considering the sailors' accents, Lin An guessed that these white giant wolves were most likely the legendary Waheela.

[Name]: Vasila

[Rating]: Ghost Stories - Level E

Radiation level: 34.2%
[Pollution Level]: 75.2%
[Medium]: Lord of the Earth
The panel appeared, confirming Lin An's idea.

Legend has it that Vasila is a wild beast from the South Nahanni River in the northwest region of Maple Leaf Country. This valley is full of mystery and is the origin of lost gold mines, beheading witches, and alien monsters.

Zoologist and adventurer Ivan Sanderson first introduced Vasila to the world, calling it Fortean, meaning the study of inexplicable phenomena, which can be considered another branch of modern academic research that combines mysticism and conspiracy theories.

"Wahila" is not a native word and has no subarctic origin; it is likely a Juaar noun, which is "French of the Maple Leaf Country".

In native mythology, wolves play the role of wisdom, creation, and life, but since the 1400s, the land of pigeons has been struggling with "fear" such as werewolves and witches. When colonists left the western continent for the land of maple leaves, they brought their culture to the New World.

Lord of the Earth...

This medium, along with the "God of Agriculture," accounts for 80% of the total population, but in retrospect, Lin An has never encountered a true rival to the "Lord of the Earth" medium.

It seems to possess "the power of unity and community," in other words, the more landowners gather in a region, the stronger their power becomes.

Although Vasila is only a level E mystery in the Ghost Stories, when the five of them appear together, they cooperate with each other and are much stronger than a single individual.

"Brush it!"

Simon's sword slashed across the abdomen of an attacking Vasila, splattering blood across the sky.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Vasila, struck by Simon, only managed to let out a mournful cry before collapsing to the ground, unable to rise again.

Even though the characteristics of the "Lord of the Earth" enhanced their combat power, the mysterious beings of the supernatural level were ultimately no match for this mythical being with high radiation levels.

The space was cramped and filled with enemies and foes, limiting Simon's ability to maneuver freely. Although he killed one Vasilah with ease, the others were not as powerful as him.

Feeling the pressure from Sariel, the remaining Vasilas changed tactics and launched an attack on the vanguard of the punitive squad, baring their fangs as their massive figures streaked through the air.

"careful!"

The captain of the disciplinary squad shouted, and his men immediately engaged in battle. The two sides clashed fiercely, and the energy of "Comers" spread outward, creating a low, symphonic sound.

"Uh!"

A member of the disciplinary squad was struck by Vasilah's claws and let out a painful groan.

Seeing the bloodstains on his teammate's shoulder, the captain of the disciplinary squad glared angrily. Several ancient spears formed from energy floated beside him, and he hurled them like javelins at the Vasilah, splattering blood everywhere.

Similar to encountering mosquitoes, the Foundation members were caught off guard by Vasila, but quickly rallied and launched a counterattack.

Simon swung his longsword, and in the blink of an eye, two more Vasilas lay dead on the spot. The remaining giant wolves howled and dodged him, only daring to continue attacking the punishment squad.

"Ugh, help me..."

The disciplinary team member lying on the ground clutched his wound and reached out to Lin An, completely mistaking him for a member of the medical department. The latter didn't want to reveal his identity in front of Doris's subordinates and was happy to take advantage of the situation.

While manipulating the healing energy of the Philosopher's Stone, Lin An continued to observe the battle.

The battle took place in the blink of an eye. Despite the extreme darkness inside the cargo hold, the system panels were clearly displayed on each Vasilah, with glowing green data flashing incessantly as they attacked.

When a Vasilah dies, the data disappears.

This view, comparable to a mini-map in a game, vividly displayed the dynamics of the battlefield, allowing Lin An to perceive something strange amidst the chaos.

The shadowy figures in the operation were not only the five Vasilahs, but also an animal that looked very similar to them.

Strangely, it wasn't pasted with data by the system.

The mysterious animal was smaller and thinner than the other Vasilas, with dull fur. It did not participate in the battle, but noticed Lin An's gaze and turned its round head away.

Its eyes weren't green, but a blood-red color!
"System, to it—"

"Target not yet locked, continue?" the system announced, emphasizing the missed opportunity.

Before the thought could even form in his mind, the sixth mysterious being, suspected to be Vasilah, vanished into the darkness without a trace.

Lin An looked around, but whether with the naked eye or in open-air mode, he could only find a bunch of mosquitoes flying around randomly.

"Tsk..."

Lin An narrowed his eyes, and the power of the "Lord of the Earth" slowly took shape in his mind.

It all boils down to one word: team battle.

Lin An has encountered two media that excel at multi-person combat.

The "War Emperor" uses various means of rule and a sense of identity to create a "kingdom" loyal to him, while the "Prophet" controls his followers through sophistry and suggestion.

Unlike the other two, if we compare the "Lord of the Earth" to an army, then every soldier is equal and without rank, without a specific leader, and spontaneously strives towards the same goal.

The most fitting description of the Lord of the Earth's state is a book titled "A Mob."

The leader of the "Lord of the Earth" is merely an instigator who takes the lead in proposing a certain viewpoint. Although his role is not to be underestimated, after he puts forward his viewpoint, he himself becomes a follower, hypnotized by the theory, and becomes a member of the group.

The medium was interesting, but Lin An couldn't understand the "Lord of the Earth's" battle strategy. While the combined attack of five Vasilas certainly increased their lethality, like a swarm of mosquitoes, their unity was insufficient against a truly powerful enemy, only capable of inflicting minor injuries on the Foundation members.

Using panic to increase the opponent's contamination level?
It is not a "prophet," and this method cannot work every time.

The direct confrontation department was also quite battle-hardened. When Vasila attacked, everyone's data remained stable. Lin An suspected that the recent increase in pollution levels was related to the "maternal sorrow" and was indeed an indiscriminate collateral damage from the "Mother of Desire".

Then the strategy of the "Lord of the Earth" is very strange.

No matter how many ants there are, they are still just ants. What deeper meaning is there in attacking humans in batches, except for sending them to their deaths one by one?
Lin An felt that the red-eyed Vasila should be the original instigator, the owner of this giant ship, and one of Doris's direct subordinates, but it ran away too fast.

What does it want to do?
What can it do?
Seeing that the battle was about to end, Lin An suppressed his doubts, picked up a piece of peeling paint, and casually flicked it away. At the same time, he turned the Philosopher's Stone, and the ouroboros, representing plant gold, stirred up a sinister airflow, while the Mars symbol, which creates black iron, lit up.

The Vasilah that was confronting the punishment squad was on the verge of death. With its last breath, it launched an attack, and the captain of the punishment squad grabbed an old Hawaiian spear and delivered the final blow.

"Pfft!"

The moment the spearhead pierced Vasila's heart, a sharp piece of iron severed its throat beforehand.

No one saw the trajectory of the iron sheet; the spirit of metal returned to the Philosopher's Stone, and it transformed back into the ubiquitous wall paint.

"The entry 'Research in Cryptozoology III: Vasila' has been added, and you have obtained the media 'Lord of the Earth' x2 and 'God of Agriculture' x1."

Don't refuse offers and media that are offered to you.

Lin An put away his wand.

As the last Vasila fell to the ground, the crowd, panting heavily, gradually calmed down.

“They don’t belong to the Free Mystics faction, and there are no sightings on the Foundation’s wanted list,” the disciplinary squad leader said first. “These mystics are from Canada.”

"Will dealing with the mysterious ones cause international disputes?" Mish asked curiously.

"From the arrival of 'Comers' to the point that countries have been openly discussing it for less than half a month, the United Nations has not yet formulated a complete set of laws. At present, regardless of nationality, as long as the mysterious person is in the territory of whichever country it is found, it is under the jurisdiction of that country."

“Registered mystics must report to the local authorities when crossing the border; otherwise, they will be treated as free mystics,” Simon added. “To answer your question, Melissa, this time it won’t happen.”

“After all, they attacked us on their own initiative!” Mish agreed.

“Captain Simon, you seem unusually…excited today.” The captain of the disciplinary squad seized the opportunity to remind him, “Now that we’ve confirmed that this ship is connected to the Mysterious Ones, it’s time for us to contact headquarters and discuss our next steps.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Simon sighed, his wings drooping dejectedly. “Actually, this isn’t the first time…”

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion interrupted him.

Lin An was just thinking about whether he could sink the ship and force out Doris's hidden subordinates when the latter unexpectedly activated a device that resembled a self-destruct device.

Seawater rushed in from the bottom, making a rumbling sound, and the ship immediately began to rock violently, slowly sinking.

"not good!"

Just as everyone was about to return to the deck, they were astonished to find their path blocked by a pentagram emitting a ghostly blue light. Undeniable Hebrew text emerged, forming a waterfall-like barrier of light.

Doris's Canaan Magic Tablets!

Lin An recognized the source at a glance. Faced with the mystery of the source level, he dared not act rashly and quickly stopped his own team, not forgetting to remind the punishment team.

"Observe first..."

Before he could finish speaking, an impatient member of the disciplinary team rushed over.

"laugh."

The barely perceptible sound flashed by and disappeared. The person's body effortlessly passed through the curtain and reached the stairs leading to the deck. There was no obstruction, only a transparent and illusory shadow left behind forever.

Separation of body and soul!

In an instant, this person's soul was scattered.

"thump!"

On the other side, the soulless body lay limply on the ground, motionless, without any wounds, yet completely dead.

Is this Doris's fourth ability?
Indeed, both Hittite rituals and Canaanite magic are related to the soul...

This reckless member gave Lin An a new understanding of his nemesis. While amazed, he couldn't help but sigh that the source-level mystics were all truly not to be trifled with.

The foundation members were so shocked by the scene that they were speechless. Even with the giant ship sinking and every second counting, they remained stunned for a full three seconds.

"bump!"

Finally, Simon broke the silence. The moonlight transformed into a crossbow bolt, blasting open the ceiling above. The walls shattered, revealing a blue pentagram.

At some point, the path to the deck was completely blocked by Canaan magic!

Just as everyone was sinking into despair, Simon spoke again, his deep voice echoing in the wildly vibrating space, like a small boat before a tsunami.

"Let's go back to the cargo hold first; there should be another way."

(End of this chapter)