World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 282 The Fire Is Extinguished

Just like Kevin did, Lin An followed the same pattern and chose the blessing of power.

As the countess emerged from the illusion, her pupils contracted. With one hand, she held the shock staff and wrote demonic incantations, while with the other, she turned the yellowed pages of the giant magic book, revealing the method for controlling the red dragon.

"If you want to go against the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce, you still lack hundreds of years of experience!" She forced a cold laugh.

Red Dragon obeyed the order, opened its mouth wide, and flames mixed with a playful laugh rushed towards Lin An.

"Whoosh—! Hehe..."

Lin An, who was being consumed by the dragon flames, was not afraid at all. The energy flow from the Philosopher's Stone met him, and the temperature around him rose by dozens of degrees, but the flames did not even touch the hem of his clothes.

"what."

As the flames died down, the red dragon let out an unusual cry. The countess looked closely and saw Lin An reach out his armored hand and grab the dragon's tail.

"Crash..."

The countess gripped her sharp impact staff, turned the page to the Grand Magic Book, "The Secret of the Art of Magic," and moved with such agility that the red dragon's struggles quickened considerably.

The impatient urging caused a flicker of uncertainty to cross the red dragon's pupils. The fanatical countess failed to notice that the light emanating from the contract triangle was unusually bright, like a light bulb on the verge of collapse.

Lin Anke had no intention of letting her go.

As Zai said, this is the last chance.

As the red dragon struggled, the system's target became "blurred," and Lin An narrowed his eyes as thoughts flashed through his mind.

"System, use the first volume of the Complete Book of Magic—[Throat-Slitting Weapon]!"

A semi-circular bronze weapon appeared in his palm. The sharp double-edged sword cut through Lin An's skin, and blood stained the ancient and worn surface of the bronze, like brown bloodstains that had flowed a thousand years ago.

With the two entries from the Asherah Psalms attached to him, Lin An essentially possessed one-fifth of the power of the Canaanite goddess. His other hand, like a steel nail, embedded itself into the red dragon's body, stabilizing his stance. He aimed at her throat and threw his weapon.

"Oh no, get out of the way!" The countess quickly wrote down the incantation.

Although Lin An had calculated the time before she finished writing the command, just like Kevin had done, the red dragon suddenly moved before the countess could complete the instructions.

He struck an unbelievable pose, twisting his waist, and the two people riding the dragon immediately lost their balance, swaying from side to side, before regaining their footing half a second later.

Through their shaky vision, they saw the thick tail strike Lin An's thrown weapon with a "smack," the extremely sharp edge tearing through the red dragon's scales, purple blood spurting out, and its pupils reflecting an eerie light.

Seeing this, Lin An hurriedly searched for new attack options, only to hear the countess let out an incredulous scream.

"Demon! What do you want to do?!"

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the red dragon, knowing it was no match for the source-level Canaan goddess, still helped the countess block the fatal blow, not because it obeyed orders or was eager to protect its master.

Before even flicking its tail, the red dragon had already planned the landing spot of the [Throat-Slitting Weapon]. The bronze weapon drew a slightly skewed straight line and with a "snap" cut the candles that formed the contract triangle.

As the Countess's face turned deathly pale, it broke in two, and the flames went out abruptly.

"Do not--!"

The moment the candle went out, the triangular array protecting her suddenly lost all its light, and the unattended "Great Grimoire" flipped through its pages, stopping at a page of Latin.

"When the candle goes out, this human soul will belong to me forever."

It was the very first sentence of "The Great Demon's Codex".

The Red Dragon is merely a mysterious prototype of the "Comerth" radiation, devoid of personal consciousness; it simply acts according to the records and settings of the "Great Grimoire".

"Damn it, damn it!"

The countess went completely mad; she swallowed the impact staff whole and snapped it to pieces with her teeth.

"Hooray..."

The red dragon, which was licking its teeth, paused.

Taking this opportunity, the countess turned to page 129 of the book and picked up the pure white ivory cigarette case.

"Lord, please protect me and help me ascend to heaven!"

The figures of people singing in unison emerged along with the concept of "ascension." This time, it not only enveloped the Countess but also continued to spread until the rose cloud replaced the clear sky of the rainforest and was reflected in the pupils of people within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The saints of the rose cloud resemble a gilded triptych, depicting a scene almost like paradise.

Believers are transformed into saints, prophets, angels, and saviors, standing on different levels of the rose cloud, progressing through nine heavens, with the ultimate goal of nothingness free from desires and wants.

Incense replaced the dampness, and the long, winding steps, arranged in groups of ten and inlaid with colorful stones, floated in the air, flanked by lush olive trees, swaying lilies, and basil.

"Almighty God, Holy Virgin, bless the souls of believers and keep them with the King of Heaven."

"With joy and praise before the Father's throne, we eagerly await that day!"

"Amen, Amen, Amen!"

It's too cruel.

Even knowing how terrifying the "Lady with the Lamp" was, Lin An couldn't help but gasp.

No wonder Zay didn't dare take the risk; it wasn't just for my own life. He thought, if Count Van Hofwegen were to cast "Rose Ascension," countless unfortunate souls would be "buried" with him!
Without delay, Lin An pressed his fingertip to his throat and let out a faint sound of the "indirect miracle" he had just learned.

The next moment, the oil painting-like scene in the sky changed.

At the entrance to what represents "hell," boundless darkness collapsed, and a group of invisible men and giants who create miracles charged forward like an army, wielding massive cleavers.

The number of ghosts is countless. They construct the natural world step by step. The arms that cut down trees occasionally pass through the invisible bodies of the saints, but they do not disturb each other, as if passing through empty shells.

The leader floated in mid-air, light and serene, surrounded by flames. Yellow butterflies hovered above his head before taking flight and disappearing into the darkness, transforming into a star suspended above the treetops.

The two visions overlapped, and the stars and God's sanctuary merged into one.

The underground war was ever-changing. The red dragon regained its senses and, according to the contract, began to devour Mariette's soul.

Without His obstruction, Lin An grabbed the red dragon's rough scales, leaned forward, and raised his arm high.

“You’ve merged with the ‘Lady with the Lamp’! Ah, you’re not one of those cursed descendants of [Xi Yong]—who are you?!” she shouted incredulously.

“Before, I was like a saint on a rose cloud, an illusory ghost; now I strive to become one of those who chop wood and carry water, a living ‘forest ranger’; as for the future…”

"Snapped!"

As Lin An's palm fell, with the Canaan Goddess's battle power boosting him, a "crack" was heard, and the Countess's upper and lower body separated, shattering into two halves.

“I want to be 'Lin An'.”

"Lin...An?"

The countess murmured to herself, remaining conscious despite being split in two.

So Lin An grabbed the almost shattered book and tore it into pieces bit by bit.

Blood gushed from the gaps in the pages, like wounds and scars on a human body.

Faintly, Lin An heard the ghosts' faint whispers.

"An executioner paid the price for his evil deeds."

"But her blood, like a promise, is worthless, cheaper than the dust on the ground."

"Our hatred for her will never fade, but we are about to embark on a new life. May justice, kindness, and love enter the cycle of reincarnation." "Justice? Kindness? Love?!"

The countess laughed heartily, and the pages of the Great Grimoire scattered, one page depicting her eyes filled with anger and malice, and the other her eloquent mouth.

"Stop with the hypocrisy! Life is war, and only the strong prevail! All civilizations are nothing more than hiding bloodshed and covering up hatred with beautiful words!"

Then, she turned to Lin An, her anger burning fiercely.

"Damn android, I curse you to forever drift in the lonely universe, with no planet to accept you, no intelligent civilization to call your home! You will never become a true life!"

"His!"

Lin An used force with both hands, and the Great Demon Codex was torn into a stack of scraps.

Her cries abruptly ceased, and the malevolent red dragon "whooshed" out flames, burning the summoner's corpse to ashes.

"The clash of cultures among humankind is truly a fascinating drama!"

As He laughed, He flew toward the sky, His faint outline gradually fading into the rainforest until it disappeared from sight.

Lin An saw the ghosts around him like newly hatched butterflies, swirling around the ashes of the book pages, drifting into the deep night in spiraling circles.

They are ethereal and pure white, painting a new spiritual color on the dark horizon.

"Yes, at first I just didn't want to be questioned by the captain about whether I was on the path of justice... but now I'm following my own will, wanting to drive you away and protect my current comrades."

Lin An gazed at the beautiful scenery and murmured to himself.

"Perhaps I can never become a real human being, but I just want to continue living as Lin An, traveling the world... no, to every corner of the universe."

At the same time, the system's cold notification sound rang out, accompanied by another sound that was very close by.

"The entry 'Master of Hidden Knowledge I: The Great Grimoire' has been included. You have obtained the media 'Emperor of War' x6, 'Mother of Desire' x3, 'Seeker of Knowledge' x3, 'Prophet' x3, 'God of Truth' x2, 'Lord of Dreams' x2, and 'Dreamer' x1."

"The fire is finally out."

An unfamiliar voice emerged from the whispers of the ghosts, belonging to the polite pastor.

"Let's get along well from now on, ranger."

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The war came to an abrupt end.

The bloodthirsty people regained their senses, staring at the blood-stained blades, their calves trembling.

Why do I have such a strong murderous intent?

Clearly, they had always been close, living together day and night in the same tribe.

But suddenly, those previously insignificant grudges were intensified, erupted, and became uncontrollable.

After the frenzy and excitement came endless sorrow. Children knelt on the ground and hugged their parents' corpses, husbands held their dead wives' shoulders, and women held their infants who were not yet a month old and sobbed softly.

The pain didn't last long before the hatred erupted again.

They began blaming each other for their sudden loss of reason; the harmonious tribesmen had inexplicably become enemies with a blood feud.

As people cleaned up the mess on the battlefield, no one dared to let go of their weapon in one hand, for fear of being ambushed by others, or for wanting to take advantage of others' unpreparedness to avenge their fallen comrades.

They loudly condemned the crimes committed by the other party and subconsciously tried to exonerate themselves.

Arguing wasn't enough; they dragged their exhausted bodies into a brawl, leaving everyone with blood streaming down their faces.

No one noticed the evil and arrogant demon hovering above, bringing seeds of division and discontent.

After He left, this seed took root and sprouted in the heart of every survivor.

Fortunately, things are different now than they used to be.

Some people awakened to the mystery of seeing the divine light and were no longer blind and ignorant.

The seeds of turmoil had barely been sown in the Lion Tribe when Misuru trampled on them before they could even sprout.

He stood on the chief's roof, surveying the terrified crowd below.

"Stop it! Anyone who disobeys will be stripped naked and thrown to the crocodiles!"

Misuru's roar was deafening. Everyone had witnessed his power in the war, and they all lowered their accusing index fingers, looking fearfully at the spirited young chieftain.

"I declare that no one made a mistake just now! If anyone clings to the past, I will throw them to the crocodile just the same way, understand?"

Everyone fell silent until someone spoke up.

He came from another tribe and was a guest who came to the Lion Tribe to learn "Dawa".

"Are we just going to let the lion tribe's massacre of us go like this?"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of pure white light crossed Misuru's pupils, and a transparent, ethereal figure appeared behind the questioner, severing his right arm with a "snap".

The questioner's agonizing screams echoed through the silent tribe, and Misuru looked around.

"So what?"

The surroundings were deathly silent; no one dared to "demand justice" anymore.

Although his methods were brutal and direct, Misuru swiftly and decisively suppressed a second outbreak of war, subduing the people with fear and preventing them from raising any objections.

"Our fathers fought bravely, but they failed. Guess what the enemy's greatest weapon was? It wasn't the Maxim machine gun, but division. Because a people united by faith is stronger than a bomb."

Misuru took a step forward and raised his arms in a shout.

"My people, stop seeing yourselves as members of a tribe and become Bantu citizens! Let us work together toward a common goal."

There was complete silence below, and he continued speaking.

"Have you ever thought about this question? Why do we fight each other? Why do we live with wild animals in the forest? Why do we have to shed blood and fight until our heads are bleeding?"

After a long silence, Mayer, unable to bear seeing his brother's speech falter, loudly echoed his words.

"The colonists across the ocean have plundered the wealth of Southern Continent; it's the fault of the Red Poppy Merchant Guild! Listen up, everyone! It's the Flanders' doing! Let's hate them, not each other!"

“You’re right, but that’s not the root cause of why we’re always killing each other.”

Surprisingly, Misuru shook his head.

"Today we have peace, but tomorrow we will ask: Where are the houses? Where is the food? Where are the schools? The war will never end until these questions are answered."

The sky was cloudless, and the equatorial sun peeked over the horizon.

Misuru smiled, the sun casting a mesmerizing pink hue on his slightly youthful face.

He received this knowledge from the ancestral spirits, but his thoughts were more real and fiery than flames.

"I will lead you to the answer to the question, for the future prosperity of the Bantu. Obey me, my people!"

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