World Occult User Guide

In the field of vision of [God's One Eye], Lin An saw a thick and long creature, most likely a snake, emerging from the side of the olive tree.

Is this the mystery of "Mother of Desire" grafting?

The prototype of the "snake" in the finger of the God of Creation immediately flashed through his mind, but no corresponding data popped up.

This mysterious being, the Mother of Desire, comes from outside Bantu mythology. Based on his appearance and energy fluctuations, Lin An can confirm that he is still from Nanzhou.

It seems that there are more local aristocratic families remaining in Nanzhou than imagined.

Although he didn't know the specific value, Lin An saw that Tshisekedi's changes were getting more and more serious, and his appearance gradually became extremely concrete. Even ordinary people would think that this was not a human being, but a real tree. Palm tree.

This means that his contamination level has reached over 90% and is almost incurable.

The situation cannot be allowed to develop.

Just now, Lin An was testing Tshisekedi to see what was "wrong" with him. Now that all the truth was revealed, he took action without hesitation.

"System, use [Thunder God Sacrifice]!"

Dark pits emerge at the feet of palm trees, the sun goddess casts a majestic shadow on its swaying leaves, the ghostly wind from the underworld blows, birch and poplar trees line up on the path, A cold song came from the bottom of the pit.

These trees watch over death,

They are sleeping, graceful beings.

Will not offend the dead by being proud of living,

nor more vigorous than they.

The shadows became darker and darker, and Lin An saw Tshisekedi's soul, like an eternal burning flame, with long and lingering phosphorescence emerging, falling towards the pit along the cold wind.

However, when the drifting phosphorescence fell halfway, it split into two groups of light, and then turned into three groups of light, sometimes clashing left and right, sometimes colliding with each other, sinking into the sticky swamp, facing the living. The world I miss so much.

When Lin An saw this, his lips moved, and the ancient Hittite language came from inside, humming continuously.

Here death has honor,

In the quiet time of sunset and dusk.

The sun goddess will make a deal with you,

There is ancient gentleness, and there is ancient severity.

The swamp was silent, and phosphorescent light flashed across the pits.

"Well."

There was a sudden stinging pain in his ankle, and Lin An found dead vines growing tenaciously from the floor, and the jagged leaves of medicinal plants scratched his skin.

He had to postpone the Hittite sacrifices and activate the [Philosopher's Stone]. Soft light poured out from the planet at the feet of Hermes, changing red and blue. The intertwining of life and death was so romantic, and the energy healed Lin An. Lacerated wounds.

Tshisekedi's soul jumped left and right, like a firefly flying here and there, passing through the shadow-covered pits. When it encountered the shadow of the sun goddess, it immediately dimmed. When it encountered the breathing interval, it immediately changed. Bright.

After all, it was just hanging on for a while, and soon the palm tree's body showed signs of disease, and its leaves quickly withered and became shriveled and thin, like a dead tree that lacked water under the scorching sun.

"Pain, pain, pain..."

From the hearing of Fatima's hand, Lin An heard Tshisekedi's painful moans.

His soul is about to plunge into eternal darkness.

Just when the darkness was about to swallow Tshisekedi, his screams stopped, followed by a series of crazy and weird murmurs, as if to welcome something.

"Come on, come on, come on."

Lin An was stunned for a moment, and saw a frightening scene in [God's One Eye] appear.

A pair of faceless black eyes kept circling around Tshisekedi, with a dreamy luster falling from above, as if the light reflected by countless mirrors were intricately intertwined and intertwined, forming a huge net that enveloped the president.

"Caught the first one."

A soft, cold, soft voice sounded faintly, and Lin An's hair was counting down for some reason.

The next moment, the net turned into an eternal night filled with countless pairs of eyes. They stared at Lin An's face from all directions, some were laughing, some were crying, but without exception, they showed a sense of jealousy.

Who is this?

Do I recognize it?

Fortunately, the visitor did not stop, as if the inexplicable jealousy was just Lin An's illusion.

Eyes closed, only a beam of light fell from the sky.

"Hiss, hiss..."

There was a strange noise and Lin An lowered his head.

The snake parasitic on the palm tree was summoned, slipped through Tshisekedi's trembling soul, followed the silky and delicate light, and crawled into the unknown place beyond the reach of Lin An's eyes.

"Snapped."

The refracting web and the dense black eyes disappeared, leaving behind them the dying Tshisekedi, a mere palm tree, devoid of all human characteristics.

He is dying.

"Forester, ranger."

A weak voice came from Fatima's hand, and Lin An turned his head and looked at the tree with its leaves swinging.

"It allows my life form to continue in another way, just like its father once did, but my consciousness is about to die at this moment."

Lin An didn't understand the metaphor, so he said, "I hate the Riddler the most in my life."

"Hehe, please bring my coat."

Glancing at the leopard-print jacket hanging on the back of the seat, Lin An stretched out a tentacle to pick it up and threw it to Tshisekedi.

Clothes fell limply in front of the palm trees, like tributes dropped when visiting a grave.

Tshisekedi stared at the leopard-print jacket and remained silent for a long time. Lin An, who had no specific data to refer to, taunted him in order to test his vital signs.

"It turns out that Bantu people wear such wild-looking shrouds."

"Don't stereotype, only I like it. Leopard print clothing has extraordinary meaning to me. It is a symbol of my 'rebellion' - against the status quo of conformity, against the decadent inheritance of ancestral spirits, and against the altruism of three people becoming a tiger. By."

"Where are the remaining two fingers of creation?" Lin An asked the question he was most concerned about, which would determine whether he would perfect the legendary [Eye of Providence].

"They were taken away from me, as was my life."

Mother Desire took the remaining two fingers? Lin An frowned.

This is not easy to handle.

The sounds heard by Fatima's hands became smaller and smaller, like candles in the wind. The palm trees seemed to use all their strength to gently shake the leaves above their heads.

The breeze blew open the office window, and more than 10,000 fanatics in the Presidential Palace Square were still roaring crazily.

"I have never regretted living a more selfish life than most people. I am an electric eel in a catfish pond. At least I tried my best not to let anyone's dirty feet enter my life."

Tshisekedi Kumasi's tone was as confident as when he first met him, as if he was narrating to Lin An, giving the last speech in his life, or talking to himself alone.

"Remember me until the planet is destroyed!"

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

Outside the window, all the people cheered eagerly. They were immersed in the fanatical atmosphere and lost their self-awareness and the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

The president's will is their creed, and the president's existence is their life.

Suddenly, Lin An finally understood Tshisekedi's purpose.

"Wait a minute, since the Mother of Desire has taken away your 'life', doesn't it mean -!"

It turned out that after being attacked by the "Mother of Desire", Tshisekedi knew that he could not escape, so he came up with a crazy plan.

The "thing" taken away by the Mother of Desire was not only the mystery after grafting, but according to Lin An's observation, the snake also retained the aura of Tshisekedi.

The two mysterious archetypes merged with each other and became a new item created out of nothing.

This is somewhat similar to the "source tracing" function of the system, except that the "Mother of Desire" needs to plant "seeds" in other people's bodies to obtain evolutionary "entries".

At the last moment before his death, Tshisekedi released the "state" to as many people as possible.

Unless the Mother of Desire who holds Tshisekedi’s mysterious prototype is killed, or the star orbit of “Comoth” leaves Titan, the “Kingdom” will always be in effect, and all ordinary people affected will not be able to return to normal.

They will forever repeat the slogan "Long Live the President", forever worship Tshisekedi Kumasi, and will engrave the president's great achievements into every drop of blood, every cell, and even the epitaph - until death.

This is Tshisekedi’s legacy to the Bantu.

A name that cannot be erased.

Later generations can call him a tyrant, dictator, and executioner, but they must not ignore him or Tshisekedi Kumasi, the 26th president of the Bantu country.

"That's all you want?" Lin An asked with confusion, "Pursuing secular and fleeting worship? Appearing in insignificant history books? What's the use of this? In the end, he will become a liberal arts student Just a long footnote to a water paper.”

"Ah, this is the biggest difference between me and the prophet. I want to be a leader, a monument of the times, a 'person' who will leave a name in history, but he just wants to guard silently and appear as a 'Comes' The 'god' that only comes into play."

The dark green leaves of the palm tree swayed loudly, and the thick and strange color seemed like the weird smile it showed to Lin An at the end when it was still human.

"Mark my words, the ranger, the chief, and the prophet will turn against each other."

"..."

Lin Jing stared at it silently. After a moment, he heard the prompt tone from the system.

"The entry "The Spirit Living Beyond the Rainbow I: Makanga Mahongu" has been included. You have obtained the medium 'Lord of Dreams' x9, 'Emperor of War' x6, 'Mother of Desire' x5, 'God of Truth' 'x3, 'Judge' x2."

I can still get entries.

Doubts disappeared in Lin An's mind. He exhaled a breath, passed the no longer breathing palm tree, and picked up the microphone on his desk.

A few minutes later, the young man's calm voice echoed in the ears of everyone who listened, and resounded throughout Kinshasa.

"Attention all departments, President Tshisekedi Kumasi is dead, and all political activities will be suspended until the election results are out; I repeat, President Tshisekedi..."