World Occult User Guide

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With the continuous explosions ringing in his ears, Misulu knelt down tremblingly. Next to him was Mezo, who looked normal. She patted his shoulder with one hand and her voice was gentle.

"Calm down, Brother Misulu, look up at the sky."

"Mezo, why are you so indifferent?" Misuru reluctantly stopped the urge to vomit, "Our relatives are killing each other! Our tribe is about to decline!"

"Because everything we are experiencing now is a living fire that illuminates the darkness of the constellation, leading to the ever-expanding universe." Mezzo smiled slightly, "On that night, a moon passed through the clouds and said to us, ' Devour me'."

"Varied--"

The vague memories flashed through Misulu's mind. Before he could think about it, the noise stopped, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

A pure white unicorn stands not far away. This is one of the legends of the rainforest. It is said that it will always be attracted to the disputes between tribes.

Contrary to the story, the unicorn did not relish the war. The purifying energy briefly dispelled the energy shrouded by the devil, bringing people a moment of clarity.

And its eyes looked at Misulu from afar through thousands of worlds.

"I don't want to cause more wars." Very suddenly, a ghostly voice sounded in Misulu's ears.

"Are you the chief of the Wolf Dog Tribe?" Misulu stabbed his throbbing temple with his finger. "Are you not dead or crazy? How can you talk to me?"

"My child misunderstood." The voice suddenly came closer and closer, "My original intention was to conquer the entire rain forest, use force to make all tribes bow their heads, respect me as king, and let me formulate unified rules."

"Honor me as king..." Misuru licked his lips, "If unification can stop these onion-like endless wars..."

The unicorn's energy was unable to compete with the demon. The black shadow in the sky soon noticed the abnormality. Malice and provocation returned, and the whispers of differentiation reached people's ears again.

Misuru looked away, trying his best to ignore the fighting tribesmen, looked at the mirror-like unicorn, and clenched his fists.

"Yes, I want to fight and let my tribe, my people and my culture prosper forever. I want Bantu to become the center of light in Southland, but I lack the strength."

"You long for Da Wa."

"I wish I could open my chest and exchange my heart for the approval of the ancestral spirit master, but he has been slow to give me blessings. He has been slow to give me blessings!" Misulu took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions. "It's obviously time. I'm clearly ready."

"So we came to find you." The voice became more and more ethereal, "Are you willing to endure the endless harassment of ghosts?"

"ghost?"

"If you want to wear a crown, you must understand that every mystical diamond set on it is a projection of history and culture."

"Who are you?" Misuru frowned.

"Enquitas, ruler of the three-colored ghosts, open your eyes and see your legions."

Misulu rubbed his eyes, and the shadow of another world appeared from the swelling Karenga flames.

The number of dead increases, Hades is projected into reality, and the scenes of fighting and chaos are ever-changing.

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

At first, his sweet words and humble attitude were touching.

The local kings and chiefs could not refuse this guest from afar, so they gave the priest a piece of burnt leather and a place to build a house for him.

The priest built a building and called it the "Palace of God."

He called the people there to worship, and he spoke vividly of the situation in another country across the sea, where a majestic king sat on a throne, and under the protection of his authority and mercy, men and women danced.

The priest intended to extend His Majesty's patronage to the Bantu.

The inhabitants laughed at this eccentric man, who could not understand the Savior of the Holy Book, who had himself crucified to prove that all men were guilty of original sin.

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

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

Several local residents were inspired. They tried to spread beliefs that were difficult for their own people to accept, and organized neighbors to go to the church for pilgrimage to show that only with God's protection can disasters be avoided.

Soon after, the pastor unnoticedly acquired a lot of land to meet the increasing requirements of his promotion.

He demolished the thatched cottage and built a permanent home.

The local elders protested, so the priest closed the holy book and opened a door. It turned out that behind his smiling face, there was a long list of strangers coming across the sea.

Unlike the priests, these people are not holding holy books, but spears and cannons.

Misulu found that the priests were not only followed by gunmen, but also many white, crying ghosts. A voice told him that these were the ghosts who were abandoned by their ancestors because of their weakness, and they often harassed people who entered the bush.

The names of these ghosts are "Kulus".

Faced with the priest's unreasonableness, the leaders took up arms. However, the people behind him held bamboo poles that spit out fire and smoke, and the burning gunpowder laughed at their wishful thinking.

Some people were arrested and taken to the woods. The priest had their hands and feet cut off, killing a hundred of them.

Whoever dares to offend the Almighty God who controls the land and sea in the future will suffer this.

The priest's menacing laughter echoed in the hearts of the people.

Misulu on the side saw that in the bizarre scene, in the blood shed by the leaders, a seed sprouted and grew, and it was closely connected with the flesh and blood of this land.

"Makira", red, angry, impulsive ghosts, they are people killed in battle, possessing great strength and willing to heroically fight against anyone.

Others, less violent, banded together to protest against the priests who, in the name of God, deprived the Bantu of their land and freedom and offered the king's so-called mercy and protection.

They held hands and marched singing, while the local police station fixed bayonets on their rifles and waited for this gentle phalanx. After the sound of shooting, the huge team dispersed in an instant, leaving hundreds of bodies crouched on the ground. corpse.

They clutched the dirt tightly in their hands as they fell.

A group of yellow ghosts floated on the corpse, calling themselves "Dinganga". They looked peaceful and gentle, seemed to be full of knowledge, and were very elegant and easy-going in their actions.

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

"Enquitas, we salute you! We salute you again!"

The roar was deafening, and Misulu felt a flaming heat rush to his limbs and bones. His unprecedented control made him emotionally high, his ears felt hot, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an unstoppable arc.

This is the energy of "Comes".

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

Thoughts fleeting, Misuru pushed Mezo away and got up from the ground.

"Brothers!" he shouted, raising his arms and shouting at the top of his lungs, attracting the audience around him. "Stop, listen to me!"

They include living people who are fighting endlessly, eyes red and covered in blood, and dead people who are either quiet or noisy.

White streaks climbed up Misulu's cheeks, and the pattern resembled a butterfly totem.

"Under my rule, all this will end! I will work together to build a just, peaceful, prosperous, and great Bantu. Obey me, because I am willing to put this goal on a par with my life and soul." symbol!"

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The air is thick with smoke, and the demon casts a floating shadow.

Some people got into the cassava or bean stacks, and some wanted to escape into the dense forest, but the road to freedom was blocked by invisible walls, and they would eventually be swept up by the tide of war.

"Why do you want to occupy so much food? You haven't contributed much to the tribe since you got Dawa!"

"Because I am an ancestral spirit - damn it! How dare you bite me?!"

"Let me ask you! Did you do what happened to my daughter?"

"And my sister!"

"And my wife!"

Surrounded in the center was a lean man. His gorgeous feather crown was torn to pieces by the tribesmen who swarmed forward. Spears were stabbed from all directions, and blood spurted out.

But it was not the blood of men, but the blood of the besiegers.

"Do you really think you, a bunch of losers who were not chosen by our ancestors, can defeat me?"

The lean man spat and attacked the madmen with invisible energy.

He didn't notice that the mushroom-like protrusions gradually went up from his ankles, twisting the bones and flesh.

In an inconspicuous corner, the girl shivered and hid in a toilet, huddled in a ball and prayed.

"O Lord of Feathers, please set me free today. Please save me from the jaws of tigers and lions, and save me from having my breast torn from the wishbone."

From between the cracks in the firewood, a red feather fell onto the wet grass.

Following the blood trail, she saw the corpse of Paradise Flycatcher, with long clusters of wing feathers stuck to the cartilage and skin, fluffy pale breast feathers clustered in piles, and yellow maggots wriggling beneath its flesh.

The girl could not bear the physical and mental pain and cried uncontrollably.

In the sight of tearful eyes, maggots crawled out of the corpse, assuming a posture similar to that of a human standing.

The girl was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound passing in front of the toilet, and a young man with black hair approached the dead Paradise Flycatcher.

The girl heard him say: "Mr. Zai, we have changed our strategy this time and are not aiming for a simple assassination."

"If we don't kill her, we won't be able to get out of the prison of war! The entire rainforest will be destroyed! She is nearby, maybe in the sky, maybe in the forest, right?"

A hoarse voice rolled in like a thunderstorm, and the girl looked left and right in horror, but did not see anyone other than the young man.

"This is the third time we have let her go. Even if she enters the boundary between life and death through the 'Dreamer', once I take action to strangle her, no matter what the entry is, she can escape with the help of the 'Lamp Lady'."

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

"The Lady with the Lamp is the purest concept of 'Comes', so we must snatch away her mysterious items, otherwise it will never be possible -"

His words stopped abruptly, and the old voice spoke impatiently.

"What's the matter, ranger?"

"My measurement value and fusion level no longer decreased, and even rose to 0.9%... It seems that a new high-rated mystic has awakened in the Spotted Lion tribe and stopped the dispute. Unfortunately, his entry was not included, so there is no way Identify yourself.”

"What the hell is the fusion degree, measurement value, and deviation value that you have been talking about since just now? Is it more important than defeating that crazy lady!?" The old man roared irritably.

"When my fusion level reaches 1%, I will get a conceptual vocabulary of 'Goddess of the Lamp'. It will give us an advantage when attacking the Countess."

"Then how do you get this inconspicuous 0.1%?" The old man asked patiently.

"Spawn more mystics, or greatly increase the radiation value of the mystics who know my alphabet name." The young man waved his hand, "It's not practical at the moment."

"Your alphabetical name...do you know that you are [Forester]?"

"Yes, Mr. Zay, let's go back to the plan. This time you try your best to create an illusion that traps her, confuses her, and makes her unable to extricate herself." The young man added, "It's best to have something to do with her son. "

"That giant baby who complains all the time when he digs some dirt?"

"Let me pretend to be him."

Before the discussion between the two ended, a passionate dragon roar sounded in the air. The girl covered her ears and tried to get rid of the chaotic screams in her head.

She failed, because anger, jealousy and panic crept into her eyes. The girl suddenly pushed open the toilet door and bumped into the young man indiscriminately.

"Bilachi! Bilachi! You are a Flemish man, and you make us miserable!"

Without even looking at it, the young man waved out a gust of wind, flying her directly away. However, the strong wind that was enough to crush her did not damage a single hair of hers, and just placed her firmly on the ground.

"Boom!"

The girl turned over and sat up flexibly, and saw the young man taking advantage of the wind and flying toward the lingering shadows in the sky. His thick black hair danced wildly in the moonlight.

"I remembered, he is the legendary forest ranger, Kalunga Mpungu." The girl couldn't help but widen her eyes. "Someone told me that the sun and moon sent him to drive away the unclean spirits that escaped from the underworld. Objects... earthly, Bantu guardians..."

Although the young man didn't reply a word, the girl regained her consciousness, and there was a trace of aura that did not belong to the planet in her eyes, and she lowered her head and looked at her hands.

Strange energy permeates the air.

I just crossed...the mysterious Karenga Line...

"Forest ranger, wait for me!" The girl hurriedly chased the young man for a few steps, but unfortunately he was already far away, and she ran straight into the scene where the lean man was fighting with his tribe.

He has a low-level power of "big tile". It is no problem to fight one against ten, but if the number of enemies increases to one hundred, two hundred, three hundred...

And holding on to the anger that is difficult to resolve?

The lean man was scarred, panting, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Madness flowed in his veins, and when his reason began to lose control, the man let out a scream that was not like a human voice.

“Guaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

Immediately, he desperately pounced into the crowd and started killing.

The girl who witnessed the whole process immediately controlled her new power and joined the battle.

"I follow the patron saint of the jungle, the mysterious thread, and the world, and command you not to harm my people!" (End of Chapter)