World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 305 An Unconventional Battle

When Lin An raised the middle finger of "God's One Eye," he not only heard Qi Sekedi's footsteps, but also the sound of something "escaping" from the women's room.

Their vibration frequencies are the same.

The president and the first lady... have always been the same person?!
This would explain all the mysteries so far.

"Gotcha, you little cockroach." Tsekedi's roar drew near, the earth rumbling and trembling. "The 'Prophet' locked you up here, didn't he? Why are you bothering me!"

The silhouette of a towering palm tree loomed not far away, resembling a skyscraper hundreds of stories high, with a bearded head hanging at the top, vaguely recognizable as Tshisekedi.

This is the true identity of the "chief"...

No, it's not necessarily complete.

On the other side of the palm tree, the scene was ethereal and blurred. Lin An looked toward the women's room, where she was most likely the so-called First Lady.

"I'll hit you if I want, why do I have to pick a day?" he said.

"Just you wait and see!" The president spread his arms, palm leaves obscuring half the sky and blocking out the shining moon and stars.

Lin An stood ready, a triangular formation of contracts appearing, preparing to repeat Nebiros's words.

The Countess once used this mystical spell on Lin An, and summoned the demon Nebiros, making the target swear an oath.

After it was included, Lin An discovered that the power of this entry lay in its widespread use.

The "War Emperor" is associated with the military or mind control. [Repeating Nebiros's words] He can act on 1000 ordinary people or 2 low-rated mystics at once, forcing them to abide by the same contract.

If Qisekedi were to use the same mysterious magic again, Lin An had a way to make his army defect and kill each other.

To everyone's surprise, the palm leaf pattern did not appear. The president took a breath, and the smell of engine oil hit Lin An's nostrils.

A heavy feeling pressed down on his shoulders, Lin An's pupils contracted, and the "One Eye of God" floated behind him.

In an instant, a strange energy descended from the sky and pierced his back, leaving a tumor-like foreign object at the wound.

During observation, the tumor suddenly expanded several times over, and the contents inside became increasingly clear.

The thing had the body of a baby girl, and its shrill and piercing cries went straight to Lin An's eardrums. Its hands and feet struggled and kicked inside his raised skin, desperately trying to get out of his body.

Lin An suddenly felt dizzy and weak in his limbs. His thoughts and strength surged uncontrollably toward the baby girl, as if trying to split him into two completely different people.

"Single man, she will be the perfect wife for you!"

Zisekdi laughed as he spat out blood, clearly indicating that using this mystical technique had certain side effects, hence he only dared to abuse it in fragments of time.

“If you use any mystical arts, you will only accelerate her ‘formation’!”

Sure enough, Lin An spun the Philosopher's Stone, creating a surge of air, and felt a strange tingling sensation all over his body.

The "tumor" has grown larger.

The baby girl stopped crying. She had grown to look like a three or four-year-old. She was back to back with Lin An, innocently sucking her thumb.

What the hell……

Mysticism is something you deserve to know.

Not only can I have a child alone, but I can also marry myself.

At this moment, Tshisekedi's laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes lost their luster, and his voice no longer held that manic desire for revenge.

"I'm sorry my former colleague trapped you in the Time Fragment, but that's no excuse for misbehaving on my turf," the president said politely. "According to Bantu law, you will pay the price."

The towering palm trees melted like lard dropped into a hot pan, leaving colorful patterns that spread across the road, followed by loud shouts of fighting.

This is a familiar esoteric technique.

It turns out that Tshisekedi's male and female forms possess two different fighting styles. The witchcraft that caused the unrest in half of Kinsasha last time was held by the president's male form, used to bewitch the people and incite emotions, while "mitosis" was held by his female form.

As a versatile "Lord of Dreams," Zisekdi can switch between the powers of the two genders at any time to achieve unexpected or complementary effects.

If I'm not mistaken, to kill Tsekedi, you must kill both genders at the same time; otherwise, he can use the remaining body parts to "replicate and proliferate" the complete original body again.

After a brief test, Lin An discovered that using the low-level entry was less likely to induce the birth of a female infant than using the high-level entry.

Seeing the presidential guards, under Tshisekedi's guidance, shouting "Expel the invaders" while pointing their long guns and cannons at him, a thought flashed through his mind.

"System, use [Mvias] - [Black Raptor's Parade]."

This is the "Lord of the Earth" entry, a supernatural tale, that Lin An collected when he first joined the class. I never expected it to come in handy here.

When it comes to diversity, the seeker of knowledge is no less than the master of dreams.

Lin An flapped his black wings and flew into the air.

Perfect, it also gave me an excuse to experiment with all sorts of dusty, ghost-themed entries.

"You try out new mystical arts out of curiosity, and your strong curiosity about the world of 'Commerx' attracts the medium 'Seeker of Knowledge' x1."

Just as his mindset shifted, the system emitted a cold notification sound, which brought a knowing smile to Lin An's face.

He flapped Mvias's wings and streaked across the neo-Romanesque marble buildings like a shooting star.

"The enemy is there! Fire!"

The indignant voices of the pursuers mingled with the billowing smoke and the hail of bullets, whizzing past Lin An's sleeves.

Mvias's accuracy, speed, and agility are far inferior to Philosopher's Stone, and its wings are too large, increasing its hitbox.

"Pfft!"

Before he had flown far, Lin An was hit in the left wing by a bullet.

Fortunately, it was just a manifestation of energy, and he didn't feel any pain. However, he felt like a capsized boat, unable to control his direction.

Lin An landed and stood on the fountain statue in the front yard, his three-meter-long black wings folded together to block a barrage of bullets hitting the ground.

"Ping ping ping!"

As the gunfire subsided, distinct, stiff hairs climbed up Lin An's arms. His fingernails grew long and sharp, veins bulged, and his muscles shrank, yet he appeared exceptionally lean and powerful.

【Bultongkin】—Hyena's evil magic. A blur flashed before the eyes of the soldier closest to him, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his neck, followed by a chilling shiver.

Lin An pulled out his blood-dripping claw, grabbed the gun at the soldier's waist, and fired blindly forward until the magazine was empty.

He threw down his gun, rolled on the spot, and hid behind the fountain statue.

Another burst of gunfire erupted, mixed with a few exclamations and screams.

Hyena magic can transform them into hyenas and inject them with nerve-numbing toxins through wounds, causing them to succumb to their instincts and physical desires.

When the soldiers injured the person Lin An had scratched, he instinctively thought the guards were the enemy, so he charged at them through a hail of bullets.

Despite being swiftly killed, his ferocious appearance and bloodshot eyes terrified the guards.

They couldn't see the energy of "Comers," but the low-level entries caused real physical distortions.

Regardless of skill level, the "War Emperor" medium is quite useful when dealing with ordinary people.

Hand-to-hand combat was by no means Lin An's forte. Compared to the low-level scenarios of bloodshed, chaos, and armed conflict, he preferred the high-level scenarios of killing with one blow, eliminating future troubles, and even shattering the soul.

Special circumstances call for special measures. Feeling the baby girl on his back gradually grow bigger, heavier, and more like him, Lin An could only limit the level of his mystical arts.

Unexpectedly, one day I encountered level restrictions; the world of "Comers" is truly full of wonders.

Despite seemingly being at a disadvantage, he remained calm and composed.

The events that occur in the time fragments cannot be reflected in the existing timeline; the only thing that remains is the memory of watching them.

To get revenge on Lin An, Qi Sekedi could only create some disgusting memories for Lin An that he couldn't bear to recall, so that when he thought about them, he would have a splitting headache and feel nauseous.

If Lin An's emotions become unstable, his pollution levels are very likely to rise, leading to a breakdown in his rationality.

His plan backfired. Without considering the consequences, Lin An would accept any challenge and sometimes even actively pursue one.

Only through a genuine fight can one truly see through a mysterious archetype or divine medium.

At this moment, Lin An not only attracted "knowledge seekers" through his actions, but also gained inspiration from some obscure supernatural tales, deepening his understanding of related categories of mystical arts—especially "Lord of the Earth."

However, he could not become addicted to it. Even though it was a ghost story, continuous use of it caused the baby girl to grow into a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

The emptiness in his body and mind intensified. Lin An extended a tentacle of [Luca], wrapped it around a heavy tank, flipped it to the ground, and smashed it into the guards in a panic. Then he used [Black Raptor's Roar] again to fly into the sky.

After the recent hand-to-hand combat, the number of soldiers still able to pursue is not large.

Lin An nimbly spun around a few times, then suddenly swooped down and scooped up the "Little Man in a Bottle" and the canna lily in the designated spot. The demon Lucifer Lofocal followed closely behind, laughing loudly.

"Don't forget our agreement: if you can't give me half of the treasure, I want it all!"

"This isn't a 'treasure trove' either..."

As soon as he finished speaking, deep darkness descended. A hand, exuding the smell of sulfur, brushed against Lin An's cheek along with the damp, hot night wind, and clear thoughts flooded his mind.

The devil helped him clear his mind.

“Oh, so it’s the key to the ‘treasure.’ Let me think, considering the Countess’s search plan in Mbanbuka, the church, and the Pentecostal clues…”

Fragments of memory surfaced in my mind.

Kinsasha, 215 Leopoldville Street.

When Zai trapped the Countess, Lin An saw the address outside the church.

The dreamer's madness is interspersed with the memories of the prophet, and the countess says, "This is not the church decoration of the Kingdom of Flanders." Lin An, guided by the devil, comes to this conclusion.

This is precisely the "address" of the Pentecostal Church in Kinsasha!
As he drew his conclusion, Lucifer distanced himself from him, his phantom hovering above Kinsasha, casting an unpredictable shadow.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin An spread his wings and followed Him.

A simple, unpretentious flat-roofed house came into view, looking like an abandoned warehouse.

"Wow!"

Lin An folded his wings, smashed through the stained glass, and rushed inside.

The small chapel was furnished with a dozen or so rows of rotten wooden chairs. The cross at the front was covered with a thick layer of dust. All the paintings in the corridor had been removed, leaving only a lonely nail staring blankly on the peeling plaster.

This used to be a Pentecostal church, but it has been neglected for a long time.

The "Chief" did not remove the fingers hidden inside by the Four Living Gods, perhaps because he was powerless, or perhaps for other special reasons.

The demon's phantom obscured the flickering triangular fragments of light from the stained glass, and darkness fell upon the cross.

A commotion arose behind them; the pursuers were close at hand.

Lin An folded his black wings and walked step by step along the faded carpet to stand in front of the cross.

David had told him that Pentecostalism is a Protestant religion that focuses on religious communities in non-Latin cultural areas, and that each pastor modifies the doctrines according to the culture of each ethnic group.

For example, instead of directly copying scriptures and allusions, they use local symbolic items to make it easier for locals to understand and learn.

Lin An lowered his head. Below the cross was a large plastic sculpture of the cowshed where the Messiah was born. The Virgin Mary held the newborn infant Jesus in her arms, and three wise men from the East brought gifts to pay homage to the savior who heralded a new era.

After gazing quietly for a moment, Lin An plucked a canna lily flower and placed it on the head of the Holy Infant.

In the language of flowers in the South Seas, canna lilies symbolize trust in God, the purification of evil, a solid future, and blessings and expectations for newborns.

"Intruder, we will never let you get away with this!"

As a group of soldiers kicked open the door and stormed into the narrow chapel, they saw a young man standing directly in front of them with his eyes closed, his posture serene, his hands resting on the head of the infant Jesus, as if he were baptizing it and infusing it with the Holy Spirit.

The silver cross loomed in and out of sight, and the greedy demon chuckled, blocking half of the overflowing moonlight. Darkness enveloped the young man's face, leaving only the "woman" connected to him in the light.

The soldiers couldn't help but widen their eyes, their pupils reflecting the face of a young girl.

She smiled serenely, her skin pale, her black hair reaching her waist, as beautiful as a spotless mirror before God.

The moment anyone glanced at the girl, they were as if their souls had been stolen, leaving them dumbfounded.

Before they could succumb to it, the entire timeline collapsed and entered a loop.

(End of this chapter)