World Occult User Guide

Kevin is the son of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce, and the only person who can speak to him in such an intimate tone is not his wife, but Countess Mariette Van Hoofwegen.

Considering the weather that cannot be concealed in the voice, the latter is more likely.

Different from Lin An's imagination, the countess's tone was soft and melodious, making people want to open their hearts.

But the international entrepreneur who controls raw material exports, copper smelting and shipping across the Bantu is anything but a smiling lady.

After receiving no response for a long time, the Countess asked in confusion.

"My son, why don't you speak?"

Hello, Zihan’s mother, it is normal for a child to be unable to speak after his death.

Lin An didn't dare to neglect his mood with a joke.

With a thought, Kevin's soul appeared. His expression changed from confusion to anger and panic. His eyes were full of resentment before his death, staring straight at Lin An.

During the battle, he didn't dare to let Kevin live for a few more seconds, fearing that the other side might have a way to make a comeback, but it was rare to encounter a young man from a noble family, so how could he let him die?

For the mystical, death is never the end.

Lin An also wanted to get the secrets held by the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce] from Kevin.

Therefore, the moment he broke his neck, Lin An used "Ashes of the Saints II: Yemaya" - [Spiritual Portrait Production]. At the transition between life and death, Kevin's struggling and tumbling soul came into contact with him. .

The voice of the spiritual portrait could not be transmitted to the earthly world through communication equipment. Lin An made a simple humanoid shape with a mouth out of clay. The philosopher's stone was converted into metal as a medium and placed in Kevin's spiritual portrait.

Immediately afterwards, Lin An used [Making of Alchemy Puppet] to manipulate him into talking to the countess. The long silence inevitably aroused suspicion.

"Good evening, mother. Thank you for your greetings. I'm fine. It's just that this rainforest is too hot, humid, backward and poor. I really regret spending the night here."

Lin An imitated Kevin's arrogant tone and responded to her.

"Oh, poor child, your dissatisfaction is understandable." The Countess comforted her. "This is your first time to perform a mission for the family alone. No matter what the result is, as long as you return safely."

"Don't worry, he's not dead. Everything is fine at my grave."

"If you can't hold on anymore, you might as well use [Star Moment] to come back to me. As for the young lady in the rainforest, I can give her a temporary residence permit from Broser, allowing you to stay in a civilized space and She was playful and playful.”

Perhaps it was a heart-to-heart connection between mother and son, or perhaps the Countess' "inspiration" told her that something was wrong, so she took the initiative to extend the conversation.

Lin An complained secretly and had to keep his story short, deliberately pretending to be slightly impatient.

"I know, I know, Mother, please believe me."

"In another week, no, it's six days now, I will go to the rainforest myself. Until then, Zay Stanislas Wabracombe, or Edward Roberts, you try to choose one, okay ?"

Six more days? Lin An raised his eyebrows, time was really tight at this time.

"Yeah." He murmured in a low voice, "If only I had more time, both of me would..."

"Hahaha, I believe that as long as you want to do it, there is nothing you can't do." The countess smiled encouragingly, "I'm very sorry, your uncle is about to land in Kinshasa, we have to hurry up and get Mbambuka Let’s wrap up the city’s work.”

uncle?

Could this person be the leader of the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce], the mysterious person who made the [Agra Angel Amulet]?

Although it was just a fleeting afterimage, Lin An guessed that the power of the "Lamp Goddess" possessed by that person should not be underestimated.

"I understand, Mother, I look forward to meeting you."

The delay in pretending to complain was fruitless, so Lin An had no choice but to give up and continue following her words.

"Me too. Dear Kevin, we will meet at the Tiger Fish Tribe in six days." The countess said gently, "Keep in touch. Once I get news from the [Forest Ranger], I can inform you in time."

Okay, okay, great.

Lin An dealt with the countess carefully.

Mariette noticed that Kevin's speaking habits were different from usual and felt a little strange, but she had not yet considered the possibility that her son was dead.

After all, Kevin possesses two mythical items and is also a legendary mystic himself. The Countess did not expect that Lin An's actions were so resolute that her son was crushed to ashes in a few hours.

It was already late at night, and the countess was a little sleepy. After talking to Lin An for a few more words, she yawned and said good night to each other.

Putting down the communication device, Lin An let out a long breath.

The simple alchemy puppet shattered, and the spiritual portrait that had finally regained its freedom struggled violently. A mixture of French and Dutch curses sounded in Lin An's mind.

"Damn it, my mother won't let you go! Pig!"

Dealing with a genuine family - even if the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce] comes from a small country like the Kingdom of Flanders, which is incomparable to behemoths like [Xi Yong] or [Black Capital] - every step Lin An takes is like walking on thin ice.

Not having the energy to interrogate Kevin for the time being, Lin An gave him a slap in the face and put the spiritual portrait into the [Philosopher's Stone].

"Pasha, pasha..."

Yellow bats flapped their wings and flew down from the night sky. The glass-like blind eyes reflected the rain forest that had returned to silence. A strange sound like a bull came from the world of death.

"Ranger, is it solved?"

"It's as clean and neat as the late running man."

Lin An nodded and told Zai the news of Mariette's arrival in the rainforest six days later. The latter's expression flashed with a hint of ferocity and distortion, and his teeth were clenched.

"I told you, 'The lady has a thorn in her,'" he repeated bitterly.

By now, Lin An had basically guessed what the so-called "thorn" was. Considering its shape, Zai's description was quite appropriate.

"Is what you call 'thorn' a wand that looks like thorns, is dark in color, and is about this long?" Lin An gestured to draw a distance, "When Count Van Hofwegen used Mystic, there was a triangle under his feet. A magic circle?"

Zai's light suddenly flickered like a broken light bulb.

"The official scientific name of this thorn is the 'impact staff', and the triangle formation is a contract triangle formation composed of the Mortil Stone and two mass candles."

Lin An was thinking and popularizing science.

"Remember the great magic tome "Red Dragon" I mentioned before?"

"snort!"

"The Red Dragon, also known as the Gospel of Satan or the Grimoire of Honorius Thebes, records the spells to summon and control demons, dead souls, and the big red dragon 'Lucifer'."

Lin An raised a finger.

"You must have met the Earl, right? Can you tell me about the characteristics of her mysterious skills?"

"No, I haven't met her!" Zai suddenly unfolded an overwhelming yellow net and enveloped Lin An, "See for yourself!"

Darkness comes, then light.

Lin An looked around. He was in a bright room. The unique humidity and heat of the equator told him that this was still Bantu.

There are three huge glass doors on the front of the house, embedded in the white wall, with a colored steel tile roof above. It looks very open, and there are no iron bars on the windows and doors.

"We will not run away, we will not be afraid, we will always be with the Prophet."

Hymns sung in the Bantu dialect rang out, and Lin An followed the sound. It turned out that this was a church, and a group of believers gathered together for morning prayers under the leadership of the pastor.

As they sang hymns in unison, darkness blocked the morning light from the windows.

A group of soldiers surrounded the church.

Most of their faces were blurry, except for one young man whose facial features were clear. Lin An couldn't help but take a few more glances, and Zai spoke in his ear.

"That's my son. Until now, he was a polite and friendly man. But that day he was very arrogant."

"You said that your son was kidnapped by the warlord..." Lin An fell into deep thought, "What is he doing?"

"Execute the order." Zai's voice contained pain.

Before Lin An could ask "What order?", someone shouted.

"Fire!"

Surprisingly, this was the illusion that Zai revealed to Lin An for the second time. That time he came with malicious intentions. Rather than letting people see the whole story clearly, Zai just wanted to trap Lin An in it.

Following the officer's order, the soldier picked up his gun, pointed it at the faces of the priest and believers through the narrow window, and pulled the trigger.

"Ping!"

The crowd screamed, but the soldiers outside turned a deaf ear. They raised their guns and fired inside. A grenade exploded not far from Lin An, and shrapnel pierced the bodies of several people.

Women took their children off their backs and held them in their arms, kneeling to pray to God.

The believers tried to hide in the aisles between the chairs and under the altar, but this was in vain, because the soldiers quickly dropped their guns and rushed in with axes, hacking the churchgoers to death.

"To save bullets," Zay explained.

"What on earth is going on?" Although Lin An felt cruel, she didn't understand why these people died. "What does it have to do with Countess Mariette van Hoofwegen?"

“Sometimes Hutus are killing Tutsis, sometimes Tutsis are killing Hutus – a legacy of the Patriot Front. Who remembers that more than a hundred years ago, Bantu were just Bantu, living side by side in Together, regardless of each other.”

The war moves from reality to a bizarre fantasy world, with colorful influences playing out one after another.

The soldiers sometimes turned into animals and sometimes into babies, with a bright blood-red mark drawn between their eyebrows.

The corpses began to walk, even though their skulls were smashed.

The screams mixed with the crackling sound of the flames, and Lin An saw three nuns falling to the ground, with their underwear pulled down to their knees.

Pregnant women were disemboweled and the dead fetuses were thrown around; a man's heart was dug out and his wife's genitals were cut off and taken away. They cut a woman open from anus to vagina and then used her His limbs held up the body, buttocks upward.

Lin An didn't know if this was what really happened. He had witnessed Efron's massacre before, and had also seen many mysterious people's mysterious killing methods.

But the goal of these people is only to kill, unlike the soldiers in front of them.

After killing the victim, he killed him again, and then he killed him again.

"The visionary's narrative is like an ecstatic dream, unable to distinguish the limits of reality. You get 'The Visionary' x1."

"Being irradiated by the 'Dreamer', your pollution level increased by 1%."

The system's cold beep made Lin An wake up.

Even as allies, visionaries can sometimes be difficult to guard against.

Lin An turned his attention back to the development of the story, only to hear a crackling sound of burning wood that went from soft to loud, until it was deafening.

The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood collapsed in his direction, and a ray of light emerged from the gap.

Someone set the roof of the church on fire and the purple flames engulfed everything, burning straw and beams falling from overhead in strange patterns.

It is the "Contract Triangle" that Lin An just mentioned.

A woman's figure dances gracefully inside, holding a thorn-like cane gracefully, like a conductor in the center of the moon pool.

Count Van Hoofwegen!

The monster's shadow cast an uncertain shadow on the snow-white wall according to her posture. They bared their teeth and claws, acted wantonly, and gradually turned into a huge red dragon.

Seeing its appearance, the arrogant soldiers turned pale with fear and tried to escape, only to be swallowed by it in one big mouth.

The sins they committed through stupidity and instigation became the devil's favorite food. The big red dragon and his master laughed gluttonously, indifferently and aloof.

It seems that the Countess ignited hatred and anger everywhere and started a war among the Bantu people, which eventually led to everyone killing and revenge on each other.

Lin An suddenly imagined the general ins and outs.

In fact, in this meaningless war, both soldiers and civilians were just like Lin An, ignorant of the logic and goals of their actions.

Until they die, the soldiers don't know that someone deliberately made them make mistakes and become "sinners" to use as consumables to feed demons and gain power.

Their lives are just stepping stones for a mysterious person to control "Comes".

Zai's son was bitten, chewed, and devoured by the big red dragon.

Before he died, he cried weakly and unexplainedly like a child, and together with the believers who were also innocently attacked, he became the fodder for one skeleton after another, nurturing demons with handsome postures and shining scales.

"Boom!"

All scenes suddenly shrank, and all the chaos and blood were condensed into one person's pupils.

He was wearing a blood-stained white robe, and his felt hat was tilted back, like a halo of God.

Lin An remembers him as the pastor of the church.

At this moment, the dying priest was lying in the arms of another person, forcing a crescent-shaped sequin that exuded strange light into the other person's hand.

"Don't forget me, don't forget them, don't forget the screams of this land!"

In an instant, the aura on the death side of the Kalunga Line rose, and the memories, hatred, mythological stories and scientific wisdom of the deceased ancestors came one after another. Together with the priest's hoarse words, they were injected into Zai's body, causing him to scream loudly and fall into coma. Not awake.

"Snapped!"

The violent noise was followed by endless silence.

The light mist condensed and dissipated, and Lin An looked at each other with a pair of crazy, painful, and struggling eyes.

It was Zay, and he wasn't blind or disheveled at that time.

"His name is Stanislas Wabulakombe." Zay grinned. "In our language, the meaning of this name is: He will do whatever God asks."

"Did you inherit that priest's name?" Lin An asked.

"I inherit the souls of all the people who fought in that war," Zay said. (End of chapter)