World Occult User Guide

What the Prophet didn't know was that before it started fighting with the Chief, Lin An received a message from Mezo.

"Lin, I seem to...become a mysterious person."

"What's wrong? Can you sense anything special?"

The time fragment was collected by the prophet in a hurry. Lin An did not have time to use the [edit] function and could not confirm Mezo's prototype. He only knew that according to the tree diagram, she was leaning towards the "prophet" medium.

Lin An has always been quite resistant to "prophet". Although the Duke said that he is not a pure "knowledge seeker", Lin An's way of thinking is still biased towards this medium.

Keeping the prophet with him was a mental and psychological challenge.

Seeing that Mezuo was not interested in "Comes", Lin An did not urge her to learn the contents of the [World Tree] system or study the rituals for her to awaken.

It was only her recent experiences that allowed her to grow, and she became the Mysterious One without any help.

According to her talent, she is guaranteed to be at the legendary level.

Mezo briefly recounted the scene when Misulu was attacked, which made Lin An frown. He quickly sent him a message and was relieved after receiving a reply.

For high-level mystics, death is really not that simple as long as the soul is not damaged.

"I probably got the mask of [Enquitas] when I was attracting the radiation from 'Comoth'. I can transform into strange masks." Mezzo replied, "They have the effect of 'integrating'."

"assimilate into?"

"I just walked down the corridor and no one noticed me." Mezo said, "Even the mysterious person can be hidden by my mask."

Similar to deceptive thinking and invisibility in disguise? Lin An thought.

"Not only that..." Mezuo hesitated, "Lin, when you put on the mask, I can vaguely see you - either the shape-shifting wizard, or you."

"What?"

"It's very hazy, separated by a layer of gauze or dirty glass...but what I see is you." Mezzo paused, "Lin, are you okay? Why did you fall?"

This moment happened to be when the chief rushed into the circle intersection and the prophet hid Lin An.

She can really see...

Lin An sank his consciousness into [God's One Eye] and looked for sight while watching the battle. Unfortunately, he could not capture Mezo in the opposite direction.

"By the way, since you can see me. Are you very close to the shape-shifting wizard?"

"In the corridor of the office on the fifth floor of the hotel. There was blood flowing from under the door. I didn't dare to go in."

Just a wall away from the prophet?

Being so close to the source level and not being discovered by the opponent yet, Mezo's concealment and misdirection abilities are quite powerful.

"Don't come in, Mezo, and be careful."

Unlike the "War Emperor" Misulu, the prophet's frontal combat effectiveness is worrying. Lin An is afraid that once Mezo dies, he will really die.

"Lin, I always feel like there is a closed door between us. If you just try, you can push it open."

Seeing that Mezzo's words describe the dreaming girl, she innocently reaches out and touches the hazy and dreamy energy junction, just like touching the morning dew without any thought.

"We will make plans when I come back." Lin An quickly stopped him, "Did you take away Misulu's 'mask'?"

"Well! You needed it, so you sent it quickly! Lin, how should I use this thing?"

"A mysterious person will knock on the office door soon."

"It's not 'in a while', it's now! He is really a mysterious person, belonging to the old tribe of the [Four Living Gods]!" Mezuo couldn't hide his excitement, "Lin, how do you know? Can you also see me?"

"It's a long story. Did that person not notice you?"

"He walked past me."

"Can you put the mask on his face...can you do that?"

The reason Lin An expected that a member of the [Four Living Gods] came to look for the prophet was because he roughly guessed the prophet's plan hidden under the surface.

At first Lin An thought that it was caught off guard by Tshisekedi's assassination and was in a passive state, which was an opportunity for a sneak attack.

As the prophet said, the "God of Truth" will cause time fragments to solidify after his death, but as long as the prophet dies, Lin An can think of other ways to leave according to his strength.

These words were more like disguised stimulation, arousing Lin An's murderous intention.

This is very strange.

In the rain forest, the prophet conducted observations through Zai for more than a month, and he knew Lin An's character.

As long as those who affect his actions can save their lives regardless of begging for mercy, bargaining, coercion, inducement, moral kidnapping or even looking at the overall situation, there is no need for the Prophet to specifically talk to Tshisekedi before he attacks.

On the contrary, his own passivity is fully exposed.

A few months ago, Lin An could only deduce some clues from past clues, but after reading the knowledge of two fingers of the God of Creation in succession, he was able to figure out the idea of ​​[Four Living Gods] very closely.

Chief Tshisekedi hid the aura of his female body in order to one day raid the prophet, first kill the living body it was hosting, and then force it to drag him into a circle intersection to fight.

It is easy to defeat her, but to kill her the prophet must release his "in the air" state and return to the earthly world from the underworld with his ancestors. The world of the living is the chief's home field.

Before the female body died, Tshisekedi paid the price and used the mysterious technique of separating the two sexes, severely injuring the prophet and leaving.

Not only did he grasp the specific location of the prophet, but he also eliminated the "in the air". In the end, only a man came to finish it off. It was extremely difficult for the prophet to make a comeback and he could only wait and die.

For the prophet himself, it had to kill Tshisekedi, otherwise the president would turn around and destroy all its layout in Mbambuka. After the army descended, the destruction of the [Four Living Gods] was inevitable.

This is a complete conspiracy.

Lin An could tell that the prophet was no exception.

The only thing Tshisekedi didn't count was Lin An's existence.

Back then, the prophet ended his life due to a massacre caused by a countess. Lin An guessed that one of the requirements for the rebirth mbutulukulu ceremony was for the prophet to die at the hands of a high-level mystic.

In other words, his act of killing the prophet quickly restored it "in the air", and maybe even received a certain increase in radiation value.

In the face of struggle, it maintains the neutrality of the "God of Truth".

The prophet who returned to the underworld still needed another living person to stay, so it called the [Four Living Gods] member that Mezuo saw in advance, just waiting for Lin An to take action.

After giving instructions to Mezo, Lin An rushed out of the water and performed the [Ritual of Nineveh Ishtar] on the prophet.

The crack snaked up from the python's belly, and the cold hands of the people's judge king pulled the wound open. The crack was deep enough to see the bone when the soul was separated, making the soul that had been damaged by the chief even more shaky, almost to the point of being torn apart.

Stones were overwhelming and smashed into the prophet's head. It wrapped its tail tightly around the head, and its three-meter-long body was twisted into a twist. It endured the severe pain of having its soul torn into pieces.

"Forester, thank you for granting me a spectacular death."

However, when those reptilian eyes as thin as needlepoints blinked, relief flashed across them, and the prophet said without being humble.

"The Bantu people will never forget your contribution, even if you complete your mission under my guidance."

"You're welcome. Farewell."

An unknown sense of crisis surged into his heart, and the severe pain that followed confirmed his premonition.

"my memory!?"

The prophet could never have guessed that Lin An's system had a unique ability on the planet. Any mysterious person who was killed would lose all his original memories when he was resurrected.

Even if it controls the underworld and has an immortal soul, it can hardly resist the passage of memory.

The existence itself disappeared, and the prophet couldn't hold back his fear. His huge body fell to the ground with a thud, rolling and twisting, and his roar was hoarse.

"I cannot forget - these memories are the blessing of my ancestors! The inheritance of the four living gods - Bantu cannot be cut off in my hands!"

Biting his own flesh, the pain caused it to regain some mobility. The prophet stared at Lin An, flames ignited from all directions, and a group of ghosts walked out of the boundless nothingness.

"If you can survive this accident, I will kill you... even if we both die together..."

"This is not an accident." Lin An said, "I have done a lot of 'work' in Kinshasa, and Mr. President will definitely blame you for everything...and then it will be assassination, the same old routine."

"What?"

"You need a new 'listener' when you are reborn after death, and I let it wear the mask of life and death, completely locking your existence through touch... Just wait."

"Forester, you bastard!" the prophet roared.

"I just want to tell you that I have never been your prey."

"go to hell!"

Some of the ghosts that rushed out were driving tanks, some were pushing mortars, and most were infantrymen with guns. The younger ones had red "Boy Scout badges" on their foreheads, and the older ones were all suffering from old wounds, and they rushed towards them menacingly. .

Lin An had seen these ghosts in Zai's fantasy world more than once. Now they no longer passed by like moving movies, but pointed their guns at him.

The figure of the soldier was clear, as if he had just retreated from the timeline and could still see the full picture in the modern history book. He immediately activated the [Philosopher's Stone], the metal transformed, and all the hot weapons became dull squibs. .

Before the soldiers could launch the second round of attacks, the memory was shattered, and the TV picture of the modern military image was interfered by the signal, leaving only the increasingly chaotic "sizzling" sound of the snowflakes.

Then came the warriors riding elephants, their bodies smeared with the intricate lines of chiefs and kings, picking up their spears, and arrogantly trampling on the increasingly turbid water.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The world trembles and the earth spins.

"System, use [Blessing of the Original Incarnation]!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind. Lin An received the blessing of Asherah's power. He tore off his clothes and tied a knot. The energy of the [Philosopher's Stone] was transformed into a golden scimitar. He raised his long sword and rushed towards the elephant soldiers' battle formation.

The warriors at the front took out shields smeared with animal blood, and the elephants raised their trunks and howled wildly, but they could not stop the power of the Canaanite Goddess of War and Fertility. Their masters fell to the ground like dumplings, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

Before the elephant soldiers could regroup, the prophet's memory disappeared for the second time. They faded and disappeared like murals that were swirled and erased.

The flames were still burning, and a group of ancient gods dressed in gold and silver came out one after another. They played musical instruments, held a silver rod engraved with a snake head, and wore a shell belt around their waist. They collided with crystal bracelets to make a beautiful sound. .

Lin An threw away the golden scimitar, and the [Philosopher's Stone] recovered its energy, and it turned into a coat and was put back on his body.

With his knees bent, he clenched a fist with his right hand, and the [Throat Cutting Tool] solidified, aiming at the gods and throwing it out.

"Bang!"

Gods from all over the world showed their magical powers, but they were unable to stop the primitive goddess's weapon of massacre. The sharp dark golden weapon drew a beautiful arc. The fragments of jewelry fell to the ground with splashes of flesh and blood, and then sank to the bottom of the water after a pause.

"The ancestors chose me, and I have to be responsible for this land no matter what! No matter what -"

The python raised its head and let out a bloody roar from its throat.

The flames suddenly rose. Lin An looked up. Two towering giants raised their torches and cast a thoughtful glance at him.

Lin An's dark eyes looked at them.

The surrounding light disappeared and became extremely dim. The prophet's body became stiff and he became unconscious.

At this moment, it felt the call of the world. The deep songs from the hills of dreams were wandering around. The bright moon hung high and the silver light was everywhere, playing its nerves like piano music.

The prophet grabbed this harmless, kind and gentle light and followed her away regardless.

As death approaches, more memories disappear. It is like a child growing in reverse from old to young, becoming purer, younger, ignorant and at a loss with every step.

At the same time, the giant staring at Lin An showed cracks in the lines of the oil painting, and before turning into fragments of time, slight, weird words, close to ancient Chinese or Russian, but subtly different, sounded.

"Andromeda 0449, +4295°; Orion 044.3, +15.67°."

"Supernova celestial sphere coordinate system?" Lin An was stunned. He was surprised that he could actually understand the language of the two people. "Are you communicating with me across billions of light years?"

The system's beep sounded in the ears, and the giant's figure was shattered simultaneously.

"The entry "The Spirit Living Beyond the Rainbow I: M'Mumma Mbatilanda" has been included. You have obtained the media 'God of Truth' x11, 'God of Farming' x6, 'Emperor of War' x5, 'Earth Lord'x3, 'Seeker'x1, 'Mother of Desire'x1." (End of this chapter)