World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 245 Minor Conflict
Lin An had known for a long time that there was something wrong with the ointment.

The system registered data on the mysterious item the moment the hyena poured out the palm wine, and the panel has been following the hyena ever since, like a fully automated tracker.

Under the green data, the hyena diluted the palm wine and distributed it to everyone with ill intent, thinking that no one would notice his abnormality.

Little did he know that Lin An was quietly watching his performance.

When he finished his work, Lin An called over the bald man from the hunting team and the woman from the gathering team, and handed the ointment to the captives of the Tiger Fish tribe.

They then told Lin An that someone had previously placed this wine near the Tigerfish tribe's armory. Because the rainforest lacked entertainment, people were obsessed with alcohol, and this hunting team had secretly drunk all of the Oogao Dew behind the chief's back.

Unexpectedly, the very next morning, they became puppets of the hyena people and uncontrollably attacked the lion tribe.

Hyena-men are merely a supernatural phenomenon. Their mystical arts have prerequisites for effectiveness, and the control of the Oolong Dew is a one-time event. Once interrupted or abandoned, the "poisoning" must be repeated.

His initial docile behavior was merely to lull Lin An into a false sense of security, like a little snake that was born knowing how to disguise itself, hiding in the shadows and waiting for its prey to lower its guard.

But while he pretended to work with the lion tribesmen, actually taking the opportunity to run away, Lin An had already manipulated the [Little Man in the Bottle] to stand on his shoulder.

The alchemical item is pure "Comerth" energy, invisible to the Haunted Hyena, who at most senses something strange about his shoulder.

When Lin An first subdued the hyena man, he intended to use him as a temporary henchman. However, now that he has seen through the rebellious teenager's cunning and stubborn nature, Lin An has made new arrangements.

Without disturbing most of the celebrating members of the spotted lion tribe, he immersed his consciousness in the little man in the bottle, confirmed the location of the hyena-men, and led a hunting party to follow them.

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Night falls, but the August rainforest remains scorching hot.

The hyena-man pricked up his ears, carefully listening to the rustling sounds in the woods, and licked his lips.

He opened his spotted, hairy palms covered in black keratin, and in the center of the canine paw pads were two tightly closed eyeballs.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and his muscles moved incessantly, as if parasitically connected to his blood vessels and nervous system, making his whole body feel hot, numb, and itchy.

Whenever he instigates war between tribes, his father, who roams the rainforest, will appear, and the two eyes growing in his palms will stop itching.

The hyena-man didn't know what they were, but a deep-seated intuition told him that if he continued to cultivate the two eyeballs, he could obtain unimaginable power.

"When that time comes, I will be able to avenge my father and my people, and rebuild the wolfhound tribe..." the hyena thought.

Thinking of this, the image of the "Forest Ranger" reappeared in his mind, and he felt a surge of fear and hatred.

He will never be caught again!
Leaving the lion tribe behind, the hyena-men traversed the humid and sweltering jungle with practiced ease. About half an hour later, the outline of a tribe began to appear in the distance.

He looked into the distance, where the smoke from the cooking fires blended with the water vapor, creating a hazy landscape painting.

Most people were fast asleep, with only a few guards yawning and dozing off by the dying campfire.

The Chimpanzee Tribe is a medium-sized tribe of over 500 people.

Their chief understands "gorilla language" and is skilled at driving nearby primates and tribesmen to gather plants and fruits together. They also keep some animals in captivity and survive through feeding, gathering, and hunting.

This tribe and the Lion Tribe usually have no grudges, but they have trade relations with the Tigerfish Tribe, and recently, in order to curry favor with the latter, they have robbed the Lion Tribe's gathering teams once or twice.

Now that the ancestral spirit has appeared in the lion tribe, it's only natural that they would take the opportunity to settle old scores.

This is a perfect opportunity for you two to fight!
A look of utter boredom flashed in the hyena-man's crimson eyes. Just as he had done when he started the war, he had his puppets lie in ambush behind the giant ferns.

"Ouch——!"

When the time was ripe, he let out a roar that echoed through the mountains and forests, and dozens of puppets, as swift as wolves and as strong as tigers, surged toward the tribe like a tide.

"There are enemies!"

The watchman immediately became alert and beat the war drum at hand. The muffled "thump, thump, thump" sound echoed through the night, waking the sleeping tribespeople.

They quickly grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the hut.

However, the war puppets were originally members of the Tigerfish tribe's hunting team, each one strong and robust, and they were also blessed by the hyena people's mysterious power, so the chimpanzee tribe was no match for them at all.

The chimpanzee tribe was terrified as they faced the surging puppets from all directions.

"Monster! This is a terrifying monster, a hybrid of a wolf and a human!"

"I've never seen these animals before! They don't belong to the world of mature life, but are spirits of the spiritual world! Could it be the work of the ancestral spirits of the Tigerfish tribe?"

"We have always maintained friendly relations with them! We will not be attacked by them!"

"Then who allowed the monster to escape from the underworld and attack us? The other ancestral spirit tribes are far away from here!"

"I don't know—ah!!!"

Screams pierced the sky, followed by more and more cries of pain and roars.

The hyena-man listened intently; the chaos, bloodshed, and death brought by the war were like a primal symphony, more lively and melodious than the birdsong at dawn.

The chaotic music that swept through the wolfhound tribe took away his family and friends. From that day on, the hyena man secretly vowed that from now on everyone would feel the same way he did.

As "they" said, thinking about how to survive only brings suffering.

Only endless war can get people's blood pumping and keep their vitality and passion alive forever!
Their world had already crumbled more than a hundred years ago during the war of division between the Hutu and Tutsi!
Since his life is already a complete mess, let everyone else rot along with him!
As he watched with a dark and rebellious spirit, the war before him reached its climax, with the chimpanzee tribe members panting heavily and retreating step by step.

"Brush it!"

An arrow pierced the eye of a puppet, causing it to howl and stumble back a few steps.

Before the archers could catch their breath, the one-eyed puppet quickly rallied and charged again.

The archer was caught off guard, and a chunk of flesh was torn from his arm.

This scene plays out everywhere in the chimpanzee tribe, with hyena puppets tearing and attacking with sharp fangs, their low growls echoing throughout the air.

Whenever the two sides separated in battle, one of the puppets always had skin and blood on the corner of its mouth.

The wounded tribesmen continued to struggle to sustain the intense fighting, while the hyena puppets, seemingly tireless, were once again unleashed in a new round of carnage under their control.

As their numbers dwindled, fewer and fewer chimpanzee tribesmen had the strength to resist. The puppets, initially outnumbered, grew increasingly arrogant, with occasional instances of two or three puppets ganging up on a single person. The mothers embraced their wailing children, staring in terror at the horrific scene before them. A woman resembling an elder stood before them, leaning on her long staff, muttering to herself.

"N'Zanbi A. Mponggu! Bless us through this disaster! Bless our spirits!"

That's enough. The hyena-man thought to himself, he needed to retain seven or eight tenths of their strength for future battles with the spotted lion tribe.

He couldn't control so many puppets in battle for long periods of time. He hadn't rested or eaten all day and was feeling quite exhausted. If he hadn't been holding his breath, he probably would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

Just as the hyena-man was slowly withdrawing from the mystery of controlling the puppet and preparing to retreat alone, strange noises joined the symphony of blood and slaughter.

Footsteps, familiar shouts, and a "wind" that terrified him.

Forest Rangers!
How did the ancestral spirit of the spotted lion know his location?!
The next moment, a series of shocking things happened to the hyena-men.

When he completely withdrew his energy, the puppet that revealed its true form was actually a prisoner of the Tigerfish tribe, not a member of the Lion tribe.

what happened!

He clearly handed over the ointment to the lion's hunting team!
The hyena-men's shrunken pupils reflected the men who should have drunk the ointment, now unharmed, swinging through the forest on vines as they approached the ravaged chimpanzee tribe.

One of the young men, with black hair and black eyes, stood out. He floated in the air, raising one hand to his chest as if holding something, which made the hyena-man shiver.

This morning, Lin An approached him like this, and then used some kind of invisible gravity to slam him hard to the ground!
escape!
Even though the hyena-man immediately turned and ran away, a voice immediately chased after him.

"You little troublemaker! Stop right there!"

The hyena-man turned around abruptly and discovered that the person chasing him was not Lin An, but the hunting team leader he had seen at the spotted lion during the day, the honest and simple-minded bald man.

If I remember correctly, the Forest Ranger blessed him...

A bad feeling crept into his heart, and the hyena-man was shocked to find that the bald man was also floating in the air like Lin An, and his hair stood on end.

In his panic, he couldn't tell that Lin An had used airflow technique to lift the bald man up, allowing him to temporarily "glide" between the branches. He thought the bald man had received the power of the ancestral spirit through the blessing.

Thinking about the torture he might suffer after being captured and brought back to the lion, the hyena-man was terrified and simply ran on all fours like a real animal through the mud.

He doesn't want to pay the price!

As the bald man rode the wind, he personally experienced the power of his ancestral spirit and felt that Lin An was unfathomable. He secretly vowed to capture the hyena man this time.

This was the first task the ancestral spirit had given him!
We must not let Lin An down!

Contrary to expectations, just as the bald man seized the hyena in one fell swoop, a white, one-horned phantom flashed and disappeared in front of him.

"Ok?"

The bald man was stunned for a moment, and then the airflow around him disappeared. It seemed that the energy had dispersed like a stream after being stared at by the unicorn's eyes.

The strange white phantom vanished in an instant, like a dream. Before him lay the sweltering, humid rainforest. Back on the ground, the bald man had no choice but to rely on his own strength to chase and flee from the hyena-man.

But how can two legs outrun four? In the end, the bald man could only watch helplessly as the hyena's figure disappeared from sight.

"Nyama! Bullshit!"

The bald man, who had lost track of the hyena, cursed loudly. He had planned how to force the hyena man to Lin An to claim credit, but now his plan had failed. In his anger, he deeply resented his own powerlessness.

If he could understand the blessings bestowed by the ancestral spirits and truly master those great tiles...

The thought flashed through his mind, and a kind of energy that was out of place with reality spread outward from the bald head.

The ripples lasted for less than a few seconds before dissipating completely, turning into wisps of invisible debris fluttering in the air.

The bald man was stunned for a moment, touching his unusually shaped skin with both hands. The strangest thing was that his back was unusually itchy, as if several extra bones had grown out of it.

They seemed to belong to him from the start, and he could control them as he pleased with just a slight thought.

Although the bald man wanted to test this power, he didn't forget that Lin An was still waiting for him to report back. He sighed, kicked a nearby fern to vent his anger, and walked back to the chimpanzee tribe in a huff.

When he returned, the riots caused by the hyenas had ended.

The hunting party was dragging an unconscious tigerfish captive, who was truly exhausted after being controlled by the hyena-men twice in one day.

Even without being tied up, these weak prisoners had no strength to escape and were left to their fate like salted fish.

Beside them was a group of chimpanzee people prostrating themselves on the ground, surrounding his ancestral spirit in three or four circles, worshipping it and repeatedly calling out, "Great God of Kalenga, we beg you to cast Makazi once more."

Makazi is another Bantu word for "Dawa," which more accurately refers to the magical power associated with the resurrection of the dead.

They had just witnessed Lin An create a violent gust of wind that blew both sides of the melee into the air, then let them fall freely, landing them covered in mud. They were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.

Shock dispelled fear, and the chaos gradually subsided.

Moreover, the observant elder of the chimpanzee tribe discovered that since Lin An appeared, those "monsters" had actually turned back into normal humans, lying unconscious on the ground.

This is definitely not a method that an ordinary person could use!
Ancestral spirits!

He is undoubtedly an ancestral spirit!
So, the elder of the chimpanzee tribe had a sudden inspiration. He led a group of women forward, knelt down without saying a word, and prayed to Lin An, hoping that he could save the tribesmen who were too badly injured in the battle.

There are no medicines in the rainforest, and doctors are like a strange and unrealistic myth.

The most common Bantu doctors are barefoot doctors, known locally as "herbalists," who are believed to possess supernatural powers, communicate with spirits, and perform healing spells.

"Ancestral spirits, please have mercy on your descendants! Ancestral spirits... ahh... ancestral spirits..."

Seeing a group of people performing a crazy ritual that resembled an Egyptian painting, the bald man gasped, a strong sense of crisis welling up inside him.

The chimpanzee tribe wants to steal their ancestral spirit!
In a moment of desperation, he subconsciously used the "extra bones" at his waist, the energy transforming into black wings, allowing him to descend from the sky like a raptor and block Lin An's path.

"This is the ancestor of the spotted lion!" the bald man shouted. "Go find your own ancestors! Back off! Back off! Back off!"

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