World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 279 The Ghost of King Leopold (Part 2)
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions rang in his ears, and Misuru trembled and knelt on the ground. Beside him was Mezo, whose expression remained unchanged. She patted his shoulder with one hand, her voice unusually gentle.

"Calm down, Misuru, look up at the sky."

“Mezo, why are you so indifferent?” Misuru barely managed to suppress the urge to vomit. “Our own people are killing each other! Our tribe is on the verge of collapse!”

“Because everything we are experiencing now is a constellation of fire illuminating the darkness, leading to the ever-expanding universe.” Mezzo smiled faintly. “That night, a moon pierced through the clouds and said to us, ‘Eat me.’”

"Varied--"

The hazy memories vanished in an instant. Before Misuru could ponder them, the noise ceased, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

In a daze, he saw the air filled with ghosts, and the soldiers who had died in the jungle were still active, unwilling to die like this, unwilling to die in the darkness.

"who are you?"

As he spoke, he realized his voice was very strange, mixed with a clock-like heartbeat, yet incredibly real. These words were detached from the body, speaking directly to the soul.

The clouds parted, the demon's phantom paused, and the moonlight, mysterious and generous, cast a "revelation spell" into Misuru's drowsy mind.

Upon hearing his words, the restless spirits of the last century swirled around, their long-suppressed voices finally released, echoing again and again, like a miracle descending upon the world.

"You have awakened us! You will inherit our legacy, and we will bless you!"

All sorts of shouts filled the night, and the souls of the dead poured out one after another. They jumped and leaped, cheering for the miracle of seeing the light again, as if if one person was saved, everyone would be saved as well.

"So, you mean you're my soldiers?" Misuru licked his lips.

"Yes, you will avenge King Leopold in our place! Against his descendants... and his grandchildren!" the ghosts cried out in a terrifying voice.

"You have helped me revitalize Bantu."

Misuru tried to ignore the fighting among his people and looked at the vast army of ghosts, clenching his fists.

“Yes, I want to fight, to make my tribe, my people and my culture prosper forever. I want Bantu to be the center of light in the South, but I lack the power.”

"I long for a large tile!"

“I wish I could cut open my chest and exchange my heart for the Ancestral Spirit’s approval, but he’s been slow to bestow his blessing upon me!” Misuru suppressed her emotions. “It’s clearly time, I’m clearly ready.”

"That's why we came to find you."

The ghosts drew ever closer, but the young chief remained fearless, glaring at them with sharp eyes.

"Rule us, command us, direct us! But do not forget that the crown we have placed on your head, every diamond of it is a projection of history and culture."

"Who exactly are you?" Misuru frowned.

"Enkitas, ruler of the tricolor ghosts, open your eyes and behold your legions."

Misuru rubbed his eyes, and the shadow of another world emerged from the expanding flames of Kalenga.

As the number of dead increases, the underworld is projected onto reality, and the chaotic scenes of slaughter change constantly.

He saw a priest coming with a holy book in his hands, and he read the holy book to the Bantu people: I am the messenger sent by God, and I will bring you civilization and education.

At first, he used sweet words and a humble attitude, which touched people.

The local king and chieftains found it hard to refuse this guest from afar, so they gave the priest a piece of burnt leather and a piece of land so he could build a house to live in.

The pastor built a building and called it "God's Palace".

He called people to go there to worship, and he vividly described the situation in another country by the sea, where a majestic king sat on a throne, and under his authority and benevolence, men and women danced.

The priest intends to extend His Majesty the King's protection to the Bantu.

The residents laughed at this strange man, unable to comprehend the messianic figure in the Bible who nailed himself to the cross just to prove that all people are born with original sin.

The soul is clearly the spiritual energy of endless reincarnation, and life is the spiritual spark that is constantly produced in the universe. So where does the so-called sin come from?

The pastor solemnly declared that God's love is a love that ordinary people cannot understand.

Several local residents were moved and tried to spread the faith that was difficult for their own people to accept. They organized their neighbors to go to church for pilgrimage, in order to show that only with God's protection could they avoid disasters.

Soon after, the pastor acquired a lot of land without anyone noticing, to meet his growing demands after his promotion.

He demolished the thatched house and built a permanent dwelling.

The local elders protested, so the pastor closed his Bible, opened a door, and discovered that behind his smiling face was a long line of strangers who had crossed the sea.

Unlike priests, these people carried not holy books, but rifles and cannons.

Misuru discovers that the priest is followed not only by gunmen, but also by many white, weeping ghosts. A voice tells him that these are the ghosts of those abandoned by their ancestors for their weakness, who often harass those who enter the bushes.

These ghosts are called "Kurus".

Faced with the pastor's unreasonable behavior, the leaders took up arms, but behind him, people held bamboo poles that spewed fire and smoke, and the burning gunpowder mocked their wishful thinking.

Some of the arrested men were taken to the woods, where the priest ordered their hands and feet to be cut off, thus making an example of them.

Whoever dares to offend the Almighty God who rules over the land and sea will suffer this fate.

The pastor's threatening laughter echoed in people's hearts.

Misuru, standing nearby, saw a seed sprout and grow amidst the bizarre scene and the blood flowing from the leaders, its essence inextricably linked to the flesh and blood of this land.

"Makira," red, angry, impulsive ghosts, are those who died in battle, possessing great power and willing to bravely fight against anyone.

Others, less radical, united to protest the priests' use of God's name to strip the Bantu of their land and freedom in exchange for the king's supposed mercy and protection.

They marched hand in hand, singing as they went, while the local police station, with bayonets fixed to their rifles, waited specifically for this gentle contingent. When the gunfire erupted, the massive column scattered in an instant, leaving hundreds of huddled corpses on the ground.

As they fell, they clutched the soil tightly in their hands.

A group of yellow ghosts, calling themselves "Dingganga," floated up from the corpse. They looked peaceful and gentle, seemingly full of knowledge, and their every move was very refined and easygoing.

Gradually, all the ghosts of different colors gathered together, and Misuru heard cheers coming from all directions.

"Enkitas, we salute you! We salute you once again!"

The roar was deafening. Misuru felt a fiery heat surge through his body. The unprecedented control he had gained made him excited. His ears were burning and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his lips.

This is the power of "Commerx".

Even without Lin's favor, I can still...

The thought flashed by in an instant. Misuru pushed aside the expressionless Mezo and got up from the ground.

"Brothers!" he shouted, raising his arms and yelling at the top of his lungs, "Stop and listen to me!"

The audience included both living people, locked in fierce battles, their eyes bloodshot and bodies covered in blood, and dead people, some quiet, some clamorous. Strange, pale stripes crept up Misuru's cheeks, the patterns resembling spiral totems.

"Under my rule, all this will end! I will work together to build a just, peaceful, prosperous, and great Bantu. Obey me, for I am willing to dedicate this goal to a symbol equal to my life and soul!"

…………

Smoke filled the air, and demons cast drifting shadows.

Some people hid in stacks of cassava or beans, while others tried to escape into the dense forest. But the path to freedom was blocked by an invisible wall, and they would eventually be swept up by the tide of war.

"Why should you have so much food? Ever since you got Dava, you haven't done much for the tribe!"

"Because I'm an ancestral spirit—damn it! How dare you bite me?!"

"I'm asking you! Did you do what you did to my daughter?"

"And my sister!"

"And my wife!"

Surrounded in the center was a lean man whose magnificent feathered crown was torn to shreds by the swarming tribesmen. Spears pierced him from all directions, and blood spurted out.

But this wasn't men's blood; it was the blood of the attackers.

"You really think a bunch of trash who weren't chosen by our ancestors can defeat me?"

The lean man spat and attacked the group of lunatics with invisible energy.

Unbeknownst to him, the mushroom-like protrusions gradually rose from his ankle, twisting his bones and flesh.

In an inconspicuous corner, the girl huddled in a latrine, trembling, and prayed.

"Oh, Lord of Feathers, grant me my freedom today. Save me from the jaws of tigers and lions, save me from the misfortune of my breast being torn from my forked bone."

A red feather fell from between the firewood branches onto the damp grass.

Following the trail of blood, she saw the corpse of the Heavenly Flycatcher, its long, tufted wings stuck to its cartilage and skin, its fuzzy, pale breast feathers clustered together, and yellow maggots wriggling beneath its flesh.

Unable to bear the physical and mental pain, the girl burst into tears.

Through tear-blurred vision, maggots wriggled out of the corpse, assuming a posture similar to a human standing upright.

The girl was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, a rustling sound passed in front of the latrine, and a young man with black hair approached the dead Heavenly Fly Catcher.

The girl heard him say, "Mr. Zay, we've changed our strategy this time; our aim is no longer simply assassination."

“If we don’t kill her, we’ll never escape the prison of war! The entire rainforest will be destroyed! She’s nearby, perhaps in the sky, perhaps in the forest, right?”

A hoarse voice, like a thunderstorm, rolled in. The girl looked around in terror, but saw no one except the young man.

"This is the third time we've let her go. Even if she enters the boundary between life and death through 'The Dreamer,' once I take action to kill her, no matter what the conditions are, she can escape with 'The Lady with the Lamp.'"

The young man's voice was as calm as ice and snow, a stark contrast to the old man's excitement.

"The Lady with the Lamp is the purest concept of 'Commes,' so we must steal her mystical artifacts, or it will never be possible—"

His words came to an abrupt halt, and an impatient, aged voice spoke.

"What's wrong, ranger?"

"My measurements and fusion level have stopped decreasing and have even rebounded to 0.9%... It seems that a new high-rated mystic has awakened on the Lion Tribe side and stopped the conflict. Unfortunately, his entry is not included, so we cannot confirm his identity."

"What the hell are these 'fusion degree,' 'measurement value,' and 'deviation value' things you've been talking about since just now? Are they more important than defeating that crazy woman?!" the old man roared irritably.

"When my fusion level reaches 1%, I will obtain the concept term 'Lady with the Lamp.' It will give us the upper hand when attacking the Countess."

"Then how do you get this insignificant 0.1%?" the old man asked patiently.

"To create more mystics, or to significantly increase the radiation levels of mystics who know my initials," the young man waved his hand. "Neither is very practical at the moment."

"Your initials...do you know you're a [Forest Ranger]?"

“Yes, Mr. Zay, let’s get back to the plan. This time, try your best to create an illusion that traps her, confuses her, and makes her unable to extricate herself,” the young man added. “Ideally, it should involve her son.”

"That giant baby who complains endlessly about digging a little dirt?"

"Let me pretend to be him."

Before their discussion was over, a powerful dragon roar rang out in the air. The girl covered her ears, trying to shake the chaotic screams out of her head.

She failed, as anger, jealousy, and panic welled up in her eyes. The girl flung open the latrine door and, without asking any questions, rammed headfirst into the young man.

"Bylech! Bylech! You are a Flander, you have brought us misfortune!"

The young man didn't even glance at her, waved his hand and sent a gust of wind flying, but the strong wind that was strong enough to shred her didn't hurt a single hair on her head, and simply put her down steadily on the ground.

"Boom!"

The girl nimbly sat up, and saw the young man rise with the wind, flying towards the lingering shadow in the sky, his thick black hair dancing wildly in the moonlight.

“I remember now, he’s the legendary ranger, Kalenga Mpengu.” The girl’s eyes widened involuntarily. “Someone told me that the sun and moon sent him to drive away the unclean things that escaped from the underworld… the guardian of the mortal world, the guardian of the Bantu…”

Although the young man did not reply with a single word, the girl regained her senses, a hint of otherworldly aura flashing in her eyes, and looked down at her hands.

A strange energy permeated the air.

I have just crossed... the mysterious Kalenga Line...

"Forest ranger, wait for me!" The girl hurriedly chased after the young man for a few steps, but he had already gone far away. She ran straight into the scene of the lean man fighting with his tribesmen.

He possesses only a low-level "Great Tile" power, enough to take on ten enemies at once, but what if the number of enemies increases to one hundred, two hundred, or three hundred...?

And yet, they harbor an unresolved anger?

The lean man was covered in wounds, panting heavily, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Frenzy coursed through his veins, and as reason began to slip out of control, the man let out a shriek that sounded inhuman.

"Guaaaaah!"

Immediately, he rushed into the crowd and began a killing spree.

The girl who witnessed the whole thing immediately took control of her new powers and joined the battle.

"I follow the guardian spirit of the jungle, the mystical threads, and the mortal realm, and command you not to harm my people!"

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