World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 181 "Lord of the Earth"

A sense of crisis emanated from this young man that could not be ignored.

Bennett's years of hard work sent chills down his spine. He made a decisive move, grabbed the Canaanite slab, and a dark blue curtain appeared with a swish.

"You're courting death! I'll send you back to your teammates right now!"

As long as the lady holds this mysterious item, she can contend with the vast majority of mystics in the world.

Because the stone tablet is not only the most basic and highest-level source of mysticism, but it also directly affects the soul!
No one can penetrate it—

However, the next moment, Bennett's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Gray clouds appeared out of nowhere, then transformed into a shield of shimmering light, while the leaves of birch and poplar trees wove a cloak that covered Lin An's head.

He stepped across the curtain separating the two, his cloak steadily protecting his soul, transforming into a layer of characters similar to Hebrew, like a thin film that shielded him from the erosion of the pentagram.

The Hittite ritual for protecting the soul.

No matter how the deep blue curtain washed over his soul, attempting to separate it from his body, the shimmering leaf cloak, like a waterwheel, carried away the harmful energy.

Perhaps because they once shared the same origin, the two developed a strange tacit understanding while clashing with each other.

Bennett was shocked to see Lin An walk through the curtain and stand in front of her as if nothing had happened.

Damn it, this thing is top-tier!

A powerful, top-tier mysterious figure has actually disguised himself as a medic and infiltrated the Foundation!

That damned bastard played the fool and tricked me!

For a moment, French and English profanities flashed by in turn. Bennett clenched his fist and uttered a string of strange, vicious, and malicious curses.

"Gods, swarm forth! I flee and cry out!"

The green light spots in the transparent world suddenly changed, and Lin An felt a series of distorted energy fluctuations. He realized that Bennett had switched to the "black dog" form out of fear.

He immediately dispelled the illusion of the mind, and the face of a middle-aged woman in her fifties appeared.

She was ugly, with narrow eyes, a humped nose, and lips as thin as paper. Yet, the combination of her features possessed a strange allure, like a seemingly unremarkable rock that, once climbed halfway up, revealed no foothold above and no way back below.

Bennett's human form lasted less than a second before it twisted again.

She donned a scarlet coat, a yellow vest, and pale green riding breeches, and grew a dog's head, donkey's ears, two horns sprouting from her head, and her legs and hooves transformed into those of a calf.

devil?!
Lin An had seen many angels, but this was the first time he had ever seen a demon from legend.

However, after this change, Bennett's light spots became noticeably paler and less menacing than when it was the black dog.

Actively weaken yourself?

This was clearly unrealistic. Lin An narrowed his eyes slightly, and Bennett, in his demon form, suddenly lowered his body. Lava flowed from between his fingers, and faint white steam rose up. The high temperature "hissed" and melted the obstacles on the ground.

So they wanted to run away.

But now, apart from the intense heat surrounding her, she poses no threat to Lin An.

After much speculation, Lin An finally obtained the prototype of Bennett.

[Name]: Orc Shaman, Shapeshifter, Animal Human Warlock, Dark Wizard
[Rating]: Disaster Level D

Radiation level: 51.0%
[Pollution Level]: 34.2%
[Medium]: Lord of the Earth
Transformation, a direct translation of Therianthropy, refers to magic that allows an individual to transform into an animal.

The earliest known orc magic comes from the Les Trois Frères archaeological site in the Pyrenees Mountains of France, where cave paintings depict this ancient and mysterious concept.

In the shamanism of the Southern Continent, the presence of human and non-human animal characteristics is not a physical manifestation of mythical shapeshifters, but rather an attempt by believers to depict a process in which their shamans acquire the spirits of various wild beasts, as well as the spiritual attributes of deities.

Mystics in Maple Leaf Country have combined two traditions to create a concept called "Limen," derived from the Latin word Limen, which refers to conditions that, after a transition or transformation, are conducive to supernatural phenomena.

Shapeshifters can use orc magic to gain the spirits of various animals and mythical hybrids within this threshold, thereby acquiring approximately 50% of their abilities.

It was only a disaster-level event, and the radiation and pollution levels weren't high...

After a moment's thought, Lin An deduced from the characteristics of the "Lord of the Earth" that Bennett's mysterious effect would increase steadily as the number of "same medium" players fighting side by side increased.

Vasila, the demon monkey, Lelou Garru, and the mosquito manipulator.

Not only when they were alive, but every time a "comrade" died, the Bennett Threshold Field was strengthened—a space between life and death—making the black dog form stronger and stronger, eventually almost killing everyone in the Foundation.

During this time, Bennett seemed to be able to freely transform into ordinary animal forms, such as turning from a black dog into a mosquito, but this amplification was reset when she transformed into another mythical hybrid.

The isolated Bennett has fallen back to her normal combat strength as shown on the panel. If she wants to return to her peak, she will probably have to gather another group of teammates to fight alongside her.

"The Lord of the Earth" is truly fascinating. Through swarms of beings sharing the same medium, each individual unleashes extraordinary power. Lin An thought to himself.

Aside from the mythical Simon and the source-level Canaan magic, a motley crew of supernatural beings, led by a not-so-strong catastrophe-level individual, nearly wiped out two well-trained squads from the Direct Confrontation Department, which is quite a feat.

Although replacing Bennett and his men with "Chief Judge" or even "Lord of Dreams" would certainly increase their combat power several times over, these two mediums are difficult to control and are not as common as "Lord of Earth".

From this perspective, the "Lord of the Earth" is well-suited to be the bodyguard of the "Emperor of War," the "Prophet," and the "Nature Priest"...

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Lin An spun the Philosopher's Stone, easily altering the texture of the ground.

A strange, shimmering gold appeared, unlike gold in the real world; it was covered with a layer of mythical energy.

Gold, the highest-level metal in alchemy, is not something that Bennett, a catastrophic being, could easily melt down.

Sensing something was wrong, Bennett looked at Lin An, a hoarse and subtle anger flashing in his eyes.

If "Comers" hadn't arrived, she would have torn this little brat to pieces!

Too lazy to pay him any attention, Lin An stirred up a gust of air, blowing away Bennett's Canaanite slabs, rendering the dark blue curtain completely ineffective. At the same time, he hooked a bunch of keys on the other man's waist and put them into his pocket.

This key might unlock Doris's "treasure trove." Bennett's anger receded like a tide; she knew she had met her match and was probably doomed. Her earlier panic vanished, and she spoke with amusement.

"If I give you 1 million dollars, can you let me go?"

"Forgiving you is God's business; my job is to send you to see his father."

Upon hearing this, Bennett laughed instead of getting angry, proudly raising his neck and responding nonchalantly.

"Alright, then let me have a go at Him!"

"These are your last words?"

"My life has been incredibly exciting! I have no regrets whatsoever! Only worthless trash begs for mercy when death comes!"

When Bennett cast the curtain on Linan, the Canaanite magic that had trapped Simon immediately dissipated.

Sariel's deep silver hair was blown aside by the cold, blood-scented wind, revealing a strange eyeball between her brows. At the same time, her six wings suddenly rose, and countless eyes behind her feathers abruptly opened.

This is a fearsome monster.

Terrifying, eerie, and indescribable, yet all the more sacred and tender it becomes.

"Cuckoo..."

The scene of Bennett and Lin An confronting each other was reflected in Sariel's eyes, and the memory vaguely surfaced, reminding him of what he had to do at this moment.

We can't let him kill... even more people!
With longswords and arrows accompanying flowing golden ribbons, two circles encircling her sides, Sariel flapped her wings, which were covered in eyeballs, and charged toward the source of corruption in Dietrich.

"Pfft!"

Bennett was caught off guard and a longsword pierced her heart, but she didn't utter a sound. Instead, she showed a look of smug satisfaction.

"My retribution—is that all?"

Cold blood splattered across the dilapidated walls of the ship's cabin, leaving a shocking trail.

Lin An wanted the system to steal a kill, but was shocked to find his limbs stiff and unable to move.

The sealing power of the Evil Eye?
Forget it, let the captain finish off his lifelong nemesis himself. The "Lord of the Earth" entry doesn't suit my one-on-one fighting style anyway.

Sariel did not target Lin An.

About three seconds later, he regained his mobility and immediately turned in the direction Bennett had flown backward.

"System, use the entry 'Ashes of the Saints II: Yemaia'—[Creation of a Spiritual Portrait]!"

This catastrophic mystery makes for excellent subject matter for a portrait.

The transparent spirit formed an intricate connection with Lin An, which also implicitly announced Sariel's victory.

The angel's sword pierced the demon's chest, just as depicted in countless religious murals.

The infamous crime boss known as "Chameleon," who traveled between Canada and the United States, died.

Immediately afterwards, Sariel stared blankly upwards.

A holy halo appeared, unlike the faint moonlight of the past. Now, what shone on him was a huge, silvery full moon, round and bright, with a deep color.

When the devil is vanquished, it is also the time for the messenger to return to heaven.

In that instant, Lin An wanted to reach out and pat the angel's trembling shoulder, but Simon at this moment filled him with fear, as if if he got too close, he would be sealed away by the evil eye for eternity.

"Crashing... crashing..."

The surging water from the bottom of the ship reached above Lin An's knees, icy cold. The hypnotized foundation members coughed as they choked on the water, gradually regaining consciousness.

"What happened?"

"Why did I suddenly faint?"

"team leader!"

Mishi rubbed her eyes groggily and immediately saw Simon not far away. Her gaze was not yet focused, and she did not notice anything unusual about Simon. She spread her arms and rushed over.

A warm breeze brushed against Sariel's cheek, carrying the scents of mint, blackcurrant leaves, and ripe red plums.

The fairy powder shimmered and flickered, like city lights, illuminating the entire corridor from top to bottom. Sariel saw her reflection in the water.

The moonlight from another world vanished, leaving only faint nebulae.

“You’re still alive, still breathing and warm…” Simon gently patted Mishi’s back with his arm, now back in human form. “God help you, God help you…”

"It's clearly an angel protecting us!" Mishi said happily.

“Angels are also gods, gods of war,” Barry pointed out, “and a god of fortune who wishes to remain anonymous.” He glanced at Lin An, seemingly casually.

Seeing that the pollution level of the team leader had dropped sharply to 50% of the standard level, and that a portion of it had been converted into radiation, Lin An breathed a long sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to go forward and join his companions, a piercing scream echoed in his mind.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong! You can't enslave me... You can't imprison my soul!!!"

Lin An glanced at the mental portrait imprisoned in the Philosopher's Stone. Bennett's face was filled with terror, and his previous calm in the face of death was long gone.

You promised you would never beg for mercy.

You're really fast at stabbing yourself with that boomerang.

(End of this chapter)