World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 274 The Great Grimoire

The morning sun was high in the sky, and the Countess had been sailing on the ship for thirty minutes.

Bantu's scenery is like a kaleidoscope, with turbid waters churning in the sunlight, creating bursts of white foam that toss and rock her rubber boat, while tall trees fly past as she sails.

The air was hot and humid, but the splashing murky river water was cool and refreshing. The countess covered her entire body with energy, forming a thin film.

But her boatman didn't have that kind of strength, so he had to endure the repeated impacts that soaked him to the bone until he became a disheveled, drowned rat.

The waves crashed against the dead fish scattered everywhere, as if constantly slapping the bald head of a drowning person.

Moreover, on the turbulent Kuba River, swarms of mosquitoes or other blood-sucking insects gathered above their heads, buzzing and trying to bite them.

The boatman nervously swatted at the mosquitoes, fearing he might contract the ominous disease of malaria, while the countess frowned in disgust, waved her hand, and unseen energy was unleashed, instantly turning all the mosquitoes into piranhas' breakfast.

If she had a choice, the Countess would never have entered the rainforest in this way.

However, Lord Jacob wanted her to act more discreetly, so Kevin discussed a reasonable plan with her last night: to hold the first negotiation with the Rangers on the Kuba River, which would not only be discreet but also make it easier to destroy the evidence when killing them.

The countess glanced at her watch, impatiently calculating the time she had wasted since she set off.

We have been sailing for half an hour.

According to Kevin's estimation, the Ranger's lion tribe is not far away.

The "Starry Moment" signaled to her that the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

The countess turned her gaze to the shore and suddenly saw a standing figure.

A path winds its way up the rainforest, and a young man with dark hair emerges from behind the rocks, his rattan boots landing silently on the mud.

The intense sunlight near the equator tanned his fair skin to a wheat color, and his unkempt hair and beard looked somewhat disheveled, but his eyes remained bright and piercing.

He looked quietly at the Countess, who couldn't help but think of the Ngangas who were homeless on the streets.

The visionary wisdom of the Nganga shines with a captivating luster like a gemstone. They are well-versed in the hidden forces of the universe and the laws of balance in all things. The ever-changing wizards huddle together, emitting deep and distant voices, their eyes as ethereal as those of young people.

The Mysterious One.

He is undoubtedly a mystery man.

The water murmured softly as the young man approached her.

The countess narrowed her eyes, had the boatman stop rowing, and greeted him, "Good afternoon, [Forest Ranger]."

Upon hearing her voice, the young man smiled politely, revealing a row of neat and white teeth.

"You have indeed arrived on time, Countess."

“Oh? Your Dutch is impeccable.” The countess raised an eyebrow. “Generally speaking, people here are qualified to be called ‘doctors’ if they can understand French.”

“When hosting a Flemish person who doesn’t have a distinct language, you have to accommodate their cobbled-together habits.”

The countess seemed oblivious to his sarcasm, and calmly replied, "I have no interest in verbal disputes."

The young man shrugged; he had already stood on the riverbank, only a dozen meters away from the rubber boat in the center.

"Then what will you use to fight for it?"

“You have no grudge against the Red Poppy Merchant Guild.” The countess elegantly straightened the wrinkles in her clothes. “Unlike those closed-minded primitives, you don’t object to contacting our members. I thought you were enlightened.”

"Many 'enlightened' people once collaborated with your ancestors, but now they are all weeping ghosts."

“Ah! The cries of the dead are indeed terrible; you should try not to hear them.” The countess realized the visitor was hostile. “Forester, you seem to be bad at negotiating.”

"Because I have no intention of talking to you about anything, ma'am."

The young man placed his hand on his chest, where a strange stone emitted a hazy glow, its most subtle and purest parts inextricably linked together, presenting a harmonious fivefold equality.

"Where is the person who contacted you?" The Countess's premonition grew stronger. "Where is Kevin van Hofwegen? Where is my son?!"

"Go ask the ghosts of the rainforest; they will tell you everything about the area. People here often learn about the past and future in this way."

"very good."

The countess's gentle tone turned chilling as she pulled a sharp thorn from her waist.

“I never imagined you were such an arrogant person, ranger. Speak your name so that the Kuba River may hear for whom it is about to hold a funeral.”

“I haven’t taken back my real name yet.” “Hmm?” The countess was taken aback.

“Your ancestors caused countless ghosts to linger in Bantu,” Lin An replied. “Similarly, a woman, driven by selfish desires, created countless wronged souls. I am not qualified to use my true name until I have killed her with my own hands!”

As soon as the words were spoken, the ancient Hittite language drifted out, and the cold, dark winds roamed everywhere, howling and burning.

[Witchcraft God Ritual]!
After confirming the Countess's whereabouts via message, Lin An waited early in a valley along the Kuba River, far from the Lion Tribe.

Sure enough, a small, wine-red boat, completely out of place with the lush green scenery, drifted downstream, with a dignified woman looking around.

It was none other than the mistress of the Red Poppy, Count Mariette van Hofwegen!
Atiksha's advice made the Red Poppy Merchant Guild more cautious, but it did not deter the Countess from her trip to the rainforest. Lin An did not blame Atiksha for his poor handling of the matter; he had already guessed the outcome.

As long as the countess consciously conceals her whereabouts, his assassination attempt is unlikely to alert the powerful families behind her.

[Title]: The Great Grimoire, The Red Dragon, The Gospel of Satan, The Grimoire of Thebes Honorius, The Book of the Wizard Abramerin, Solomon's Treatise on Magic

[Rating]: Mythical C-level

Radiation level: 31.1%
[Pollution Level]: 18.6%
[Media]: War Emperor
As Lin An came to his senses, a panel appeared, following the woman on the rubber boat, like the tolling of a bell of destiny, along the ancient Kuba River, approaching Lin An.

The Grand Grimoire, also known in modern times as "Le Dragon Rouge" and in French as "Red Dragon".

“grimoire” comes from the Old French word “grammaire”, meaning “grammar”, which usually refers to books written in Latin. Over time, the meaning of the term evolved and eventually became associated with mysticism.

A spellbook ending in "grimoire" refers to a book that provides the user with instructions on how to summon supernatural beings—such as angels and demons.

This is a 15th-century magic book, said to have been written by Honorius of Thebes, who was possessed by Satan. It is recognized as one of the most effective occult books in the black magic world, and also contains the most demon-summoning rituals and spells.

Before the "Comer's" influence spread, the Great Grimoire circulated in the market as a reprint of "Red Dragon." The original "Great Grimoire" was kept in the secret archives of Vatican City and was never made public.

This object is most likely one of the ancient artifacts containing radiation, and its creation time coincides with the time of the third overlap of "Commerx".

Lin An speculated that the Red Poppy Merchant Guild exchanged its original text with the Pope, using it as a basis to awaken the Countess's mythical prototype.

No one has ever read the original text of "The Great Demon's Codex," so Lin An can only deduce from its copy, "The Red Dragon," that the Countess might possess some mystical arts.

The work is divided into two books. The first book contains instructions on summoning demons and forcing them to obey commands. The second book is further divided into "Sanctum Regnum" and "Secrets de L'Art Magique du Grand Grimoire".

The former is an explanation of how to make a pact with demons, how to make them obey and reduce their threat to the user. The Crimson Church in the Zay Illusion is one of the schemes for raising demons recorded in "Sanctuary".

"The Secrets of Magical Art" mentions a variety of basic magic spells, such as spells for winning the lottery, talking to the dead, winning the love of a girl, and making oneself invisible.

The content recounted by the Red Dragon mostly belongs to the second book, while many rituals in the first book remain a mystery.

According to Lin An's understanding, "Red Dragon" only describes the methods for summoning Lucifer, Beelzebub, Grand Duke Astaroth, and six lesser demons: Lucifer, Lofolk, Satanakhia, Agaliarep, Flayti, Sagatanas, and Nebiros.

Without studying demonology, the last six names are little known. They were actually generals and sergeants of the Hell Legion, and are described in the Dictionary of Hell.

When summoning demons, most of the rituals mentioned in Red Dragon require an "impact staff," which is a thin, black, thorn-like staff that the Countess wears around her waist, along with a piece of Ematille stone and two candles.

Suddenly attacked, the Countess raised her battering staff, and the Mortier Stone and two candles appeared behind her, forming a contract triangle.

A sacred, purified, and protected space was created, and the spell of the Sanctuary provided her with a boundary and served as a gateway to the divine realm.

The cold wind stops at the edge of the magic circle, unable to enter a defined space. It symbolizes the magician's astral plane or universe, and also corresponds to Einsoff of the Kabbalah Tree of Life.

The demons of revelry were clear; the phantom of a red dragon swept across the sky, casting a malevolent shadow.

However, the Countess underestimated her opponent this time.

The path to the gods of the underworld was blocked by the "offerings," and the sun goddess angrily questioned her, the gods' rebukes echoing in her ears.

You are a sacrifice.

Keep your hands, feet, and mouth in check.
Do not offend the gods.

At the same time, the dead pig opened its mouth wide and inhaled the circular magic circle of the Sanctuary.

Nine pits surround the Countess whose face has changed drastically. The carcasses of different kinds of birds are shredded, and an ethereal atmosphere of death permeates the curtain of flowing blood.

Lin An snapped his fingers, and a whole set of silver coins fell into a bottomless pit.

"Oh, Sun Goddess, please ascend the throne of purification and inspect the sacrificial implements."

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