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Just like Kevin that time, Lin An followed the same rules and chose the blessing of power.

The countess' pupils narrowed as she was about to leave the illusion. She held the impact staff in one hand and wrote a demonic incantation. With the other hand, she turned over the yellowing pages of the huge grimoire. The method of controlling the red dragon appeared on the page.

"If you want to go against the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce], you still lack hundreds of years of experience!" She forced herself to sneer.

The red dragon obeyed the order, opened its mouth wide, and the flames mixed with a hint of playful laughter rushed towards Lin An.

"Hoo-! Hee hee..."

Lin An, who was swallowed by the dragon's flames, was not afraid at all. The air flow from the [Philosopher's Stone] met him, and the surrounding area suddenly rose by dozens of degrees, but the flames did not burn Lin An at all.

"ah."

When the flames went out, the red dragon made an unusual cry. The countess took a closer look and saw that Lin An stretched out her armor-covered hand and grabbed the tail of the big red dragon.

"Crash..."

The countess squeezed the sharp impact staff and turned the page to the "Secrets of the Magical Art" in the Great Grimoire. Her figure was light and the speed of struggling with the red dragon was much faster.

The impatient urging made the red dragon's pupils flash with an uncertain light. The fanatical countess did not notice that the light of the contract triangle was extremely dazzling, like a light bulb on the verge of collapse.

Lin An had no intention of letting her go.

As Zay said, now is the last chance.

As the red dragon struggled, the center of gravity of the system's aim began to "blur". Lin An's eyes narrowed as thoughts flashed through his mind.

"System, use "Magic Encyclopedia Volume 1" - [Throat-Slitting Instrument]!"

A semicircular bronze weapon appeared in the palm of his hand, and the sharp double-edged sword cut Lin An's skin. Blood stained the ancient and ancient surface of the bronze, like brown blood stains shed thousands of years ago.

With the addition of the two items in the "Psalms of Asherah", Lin An basically had one-fifth of the strength of the Canaanite goddess. His other hand was embedded in the red dragon's body like a steel nail, stabilizing his body. , aiming at her throat and throwing the weapon.

"No, get out of the way!" The Countess quickly wrote a spell.

Although Lin An calculated the time before she finished writing the order, just like Kevin's time, before the countess could complete the order, the red dragon suddenly moved.

He assumed an incredible posture and twisted his waist. The two people sitting on the dragon's body suddenly lost their center of gravity and staggered around. It took half a second to stabilize their bodies.

In their shaking vision, they saw the thick tail hitting the weapon thrown by Lin An with a "snap". The extremely sharp edge scratched the red dragon's scales, purple blood shot out, and his pupils reflected strange of light.

Lin An saw this and hurriedly searched for new attack items, but heard the countess scream in disbelief.

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

He took a closer look and saw that the red dragon knew that he was no match for the source-level Canaanite goddess, but he still helped the countess block the fatal blow. It was not because he obeyed the instructions or was eager to protect his master.

But before swinging its tail, the red dragon had already planned the landing position of the [throat-slitting weapon]. The bronze weapon drew a slightly distorted straight line and cut off the candles that formed the contract triangle with a "click".

In the countess's pale face, it broke from it, and the flame suddenly went out.

"No--!"

The moment the candles were extinguished, the triangular formation protecting her suddenly lost all its light, and the uncontrolled "Grand Grimoire" turned pages and stopped at a page of Latin.

"When the candle goes out, this human soul will be mine forever."

Astonishingly, it is the first sentence at the beginning of "The Great Grimoire".

The red dragon is only the mysterious prototype that embodies the radiation of "Comes". It has no personal consciousness. It only acts according to the records and settings of the "Grand Grimoire".

"Damn, damn!"

The countess went completely crazy. She swallowed the impact rod in one gulp and bit it into pieces with her teeth.

"Oh..."

The red dragon licked its teeth and made a move.

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

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

The figures singing in unison emerged with the concept of "rising". This time it not only enveloped the Countess, but also continued to spread until the rose cloud replaced the clear sky of the rain forest and was reflected in the pupils of people hundreds of miles around.

The Saints in the Rose Cloud are like a gilded triptych, outlining an almost heavenly scene.

Believers incarnate into saints, prophets, angels, and saviors, standing at different levels of the rose cloud, progressing through the nine heavens, and ending in nothingness without desires.

Incense replaced the moist water vapor, and the long winding steps were arranged in groups of ten, inlaid with colorful stones, floating in the air, and planted with lush olive trees, swaying lilies and basil on both sides.

“Almighty God, Holy Virgin, preserve the souls of believers to be with the King of Heaven.”

"Joy and praise, before the throne of the Father, looking forward to the day that will come soon!"

"Amen, amen, amen!"

Too cruel.

Knowing the terror of the "Lamp Goddess", Lin An couldn't help but take a breath.

No wonder Zai didn't dare to take risks, not just for my own safety. He thought that once Count Van Hoofwegen used "Rose Ascending to Heaven", countless thousands of unlucky people would be "buried with him"!

Without further ado, Lin An pressed his fingertips to his throat and spoke out the newly learned "indirect miracle" weakly.

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

Representing the entrance to "Hell", the boundless darkness collapsed, and a group of invisible men and miracle-working giants rushed over like an army, wielding machetes.

The number of ghosts is countless. They build the natural world step by step. From time to time, the arms cutting down trees pass through the invisible bodies of the saints, but do not disturb each other, as if they are passing through empty bodies.

The leader among them walked lightly and peacefully in the air, with a ball of flame covering his body. Yellow butterflies circled above his head, then fluttered their wings and flew high, disappearing into the darkness and turning into a star hanging on the treetops.

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

The underground war was changing rapidly. The red dragon came back to its senses and swallowed Mariette's soul according to the contract.

Without his obstruction, Lin An grabbed the red dragon's rough scales and stepped forward, raising his arms high.

"You have merged with the 'Lamp Goddess'! Ah, you are not the cursed descendants of [Xi Yong] - who are you!" She shouted in disbelief.

"I used to be like the saint on the 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!"

Lin An's palm fell, and with the blessing of the Canaan goddess's combat power, there was a "click" sound, and the countess's upper and lower body separated and broke into two halves.

"I want to be 'Lin An'."

"Lin...an?"

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

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

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

Vaguely, Lin An heard the faint whispers of the ghosts.

“An executioner pays for his evil deeds.”

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

"Our hatred for her will never dissipate, but we are about to embark on a new life. We hope that justice, kindness and love will enter reincarnation."

"Justice? Kindness? Love?!"

The Countess laughed loudly, and the pages of the "Grand Grimoire" were scattered. One page depicts her eyes full of anger and malice, and the other depicts her eloquent mouth.

"Stop saying these hypocritical words! Life is war, and only the strong can win! All civilizations are just hiding blood and covering up hatred with beautiful words!"

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

"Damn artificial man, I curse you to float in the lonely universe forever. No planet will accept you, and no intelligent civilization will be your home! You will never become a real life!"

"Hiss!"

Lin An used his hands hard, and the "Great Grimoire" was torn into a pile of paper scraps.

Her cry suddenly stopped, and the malicious red dragon breathed out flames, burning the summoner's body.

"The conflict of human cultures is truly a wonderful drama!"

He smiled as he flew into the sky, his looming outline slowly dimming, blending into the rainforest and no longer visible.

Lin An saw the ghosts around him like newly hatched butterflies, surrounding the ashes of the book pages and floating in a spiral circle into the deep night.

They are illusory and white, smearing new spiritual colors on the dark horizon.

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

Lin An looked at this beautiful scenery and murmured to himself.

"Maybe I can't become a real human being, but I just want to continue to live as Lin An and walk around every corner of the world."

At the same time, the system's cold prompt sounded, accompanied by another voice close at hand.

"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' x3, 'Prophet' x3, 'God of Truth' x2, 'Lord of Dreams' x2, 'Dreamer' x1."

"The fire is finally out." A clear and sweet voice emerged from the whispers of the ghosts. It belonged to the polite priest Zai, "Well done, ranger."

"Same for you." Lin An nodded slightly to somewhere in the rain forest, then turned back his gaze, "Let us get along well, Pastor."

…………

The war came to an abrupt end.

The people whose eyes were red from the killing regained their consciousness. Their calves trembled as they looked at the blood-stained sharp blade.

Why do I have such a murderous intention?

It was clear that they had always been close, living together day and night, and living in the same tribe.

But suddenly, those trivial resentments in the past were intensified and exploded out of control.

After the madness and excitement, there was endless sadness. The children knelt on the ground and hugged the bodies of their parents, the husband hugged the shoulders of his dead wife, and the woman sobbed softly while holding the baby who was not yet a full month old.

The pain didn't last long, and the hatred broke out again.

They began to blame each other for their sudden irrational behavior. The previously harmonious tribesmen suddenly and inexplicably became enemies with blood feud.

When people were cleaning up the mess on the battlefield, everyone dared not let go of the spear at their waist with one hand, for fear of being attacked by others, or trying to take advantage of others' unpreparedness and avenge their dead brothers and sisters.

They begin to loudly accuse each other of their crimes and subconsciously excuse themselves.

The quarrel was not enough, they dragged their tired bodies into a fight, and everyone was beaten until their scalps were bleeding.

No one realizes that an evil and arrogant demon hovers above, bringing seeds of division and dissatisfaction that, after his departure, take root in the hearts of every survivor.

Fortunately, things are different these days.

Not everyone has not seen the shadow of the invisible demon. They have awakened to see the mystery of the light of the gods clearly, so they are no longer blind people who know nothing.

As soon as the seeds of turmoil were laid in the spotted lion tribe, Misulu stepped on them without waiting for them to grow new shoots.

He stood on the chief's roof, scanning the frightened people below.

"People of the spotted lion clan, stop it! Who dares to disobey, I will strip him naked and throw him to the crocodile!"

Misulu's roar exploded in everyone's ears. Everyone had seen his big tiles in the war. At this moment, they all put down their index fingers pointing fingers at each other and looked at the high-spirited young chief with a little fear.

"I declare that no one made a mistake just now! If anyone continues to hold grudges against the evil person who instigated discord, I will also throw him to the crocodiles. Do you understand?"

Everyone fell into an awkward silence until someone spoke up.

He comes from another tribe and is a guest who comes to the Spotted Lion Tribe to learn "Dawa".

“Is this how your spotted lion tribe’s massacre of our tribesmen should be forgotten?”

Before he finished speaking, Misulu's pupils flashed with a trace of white color, and a transparent and illusory figure appeared behind the questioner, and cut off his right arm with a "click".

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

"So what?"

No one dared to "ask for justice" anymore, even Meyer was a little shocked, looking at her brother who suddenly became a stranger.

Despite its crude and direct tactics, Misuru suppressed a second outbreak of war with a clean sweep, fear overpowering the people and preventing them from raising objections.

Misuru took a step forward, raised his arms and shouted.

"My people, have you ever thought about a question! Why do we fight, why do we live with wild beasts in the forest, why do we need to see blood, and why do we need to beat our heads to pieces?"

No one dared to speak. In the long silence, Meyer couldn't bear the frustration of his brother's speech and echoed loudly.

"Because the colonists on the other side of the ocean plundered the wealth of Southland, everything is the fault of the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce]! Everyone, listen up, this is the fault of the Flanders! Let us hate them, not each other!"

"You're right, but that's not the fundamental reason 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? Until these questions are answered, the war will never stop."

The sky was rarely cloudless, and the equatorial sun peeked out from the horizon.

Misulu smiled confidently, and the sun coated his slightly green face with a layer of psychedelic pink.

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

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