Full-time monk: I am the prophet of civilization!

Chapter 2 World Library and Sincerity for Sincerity

On the road.

"Lin Fan, you're telling us about such an important ability? Aren't you afraid we'll harm you?"

Old Bao sat cross-legged on the back of the golden griffin, chatting with Lin Fan beside him.

Lin Fan, while holding the griffin feathers, replied with a smile.

"Senior Song dedicated his life to slaying demons and protecting the common people. If we can't even trust a senior like him, then there's no one in this world we can trust."

This is the truth, but it is not the whole truth.

Even before Lin Fan arrived, he had already learned about Old Man Bao and Leng Qing through his innate abilities.

He only chose to speak after confirming that the two individuals were faithful to the original French characters and would not harm him.

Most importantly, if you want to gain someone's trust, don't treat them like a fool.

Only sincerity for sincerity is the true path!

"Hehe, it seems I'm quite important to you."

Hearing this, Old Man Bao's goodwill towards Lin Fan increased even more.

"The World Library provides access to all kinds of intelligence and information..."

"Your talent... is truly exceptional."

As a forbidden spellcaster and former priest, Old Man Bao could naturally see the value of Lin Fan's talent.

Although Lin Fan's talent is not a natural talent for enhancing magic, such as being born with a spirit seed or being a victim of a disaster.

In terms of improving personal strength, it may not be as simple and brutal as that of the victims.

However, from the perspective of human civilization, Lin Fan's innate abilities have absolute strategic significance.

As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."

From the perspective of human civilization, as long as Lin Fan's talent is real and true, and he can freely express it...

Therefore, human civilization is equivalent to playing games like 'Civilization VI' or 'Honor of Kings' with a full map cheat.

Resources, enemy forces, strategies, undercover agents, and other information will all be readily available.

This is why Lin Fan sought out Song Qiming to offer advice and reassurance right from the start.

One person's strength is ultimately limited.

Even if he becomes an emperor or a god of law, he will still be no different from Mo Fan in the original story.

Running around everywhere as a firefighter, constantly on the go.

In the end, the casualties were still heavy, and they could only repel them but could not kill them.

To save human civilization, the only way is to take a holistic view and gather all forces to break the deadlock.

Lin Fan's first step was to use Song Qiming, a forbidden spell mage, as a stepping stone to directly enter the decision-making circle of the Eastern Empire's upper echelons.

The greater the courage of the people, the greater the harvest of the land.

If he doesn't even have this much magnanimity, then Lin Fan, as a transmigrator, might as well not have transmigrated at all.

"Senior Song has good judgment, and I think so too."

Lin Fan smiled and nodded at Old Man Bao's praise, looking confident that it was indeed true.

"Haha, you're really not a hypocrite at all."

"However, whether it's true or false, we'll have to see it for ourselves."

"That's how it should be. Whether it's true or false, I'd like to ask you, senior, to judge for yourselves."

……

Since the location where the Red Devil ambushed the Cold Hunter King was not far away, and the Monarch-class Golden Griffin summoned by Old Man Bao had an astonishing flight speed.

The two arrived at their destination—the mountain of imprisonment—in just half an hour.

This place belongs to the Pearl Magic Association and is controlled by the Lu family. It is used to imprison criminal magicians.

If it weren't for Lin Fan's guidance, Old Man Bao would never have imagined that the Red Devil would be lying in ambush with the Cold Hunter King here.

"Lin Fan, are you sure you're here?"

Old Man Bao carefully sensed the situation inside the mountain of confinement, but apart from a slight chill, there was almost no negative energy reaction.

"Yes, this is it."

"The Red Demon is an evil spirit that feeds on negative emotions, and the fact that the prisoners in the mountain of confinement have no resentment is the best proof of its existence."

Looking at the warm and peaceful prison mountain not far away, Lin Fan began to share information about the Red Devil with Old Man Bao.

"The Red Devils can manipulate humans with negative emotions; the Prison Mountain is probably their backyard now..."

"In addition, the Red Devils have a strong recovery ability. As long as they have negative emotions to replenish, they are very difficult to kill."

Upon hearing this, Old Man Bao remained expressionless, merely nodding slightly to indicate his understanding.

Although he sensed that there were nearly ten high-level mages inside the mountain of confinement.

However, in the face of forbidden spells, these are nothing but clay and earthenware.

As for powerful regenerative abilities, that's already a standard feature of supreme monarchs, so there's no need to be too surprised.

As the sun set and time passed, Old Man Bao's trust in Lin Fan gradually eroded.

Looking at the tranquil Imprisonment Mountain, where not even a trace of the Cold Hunt King could be seen, Old Man Bao shook his head slightly.

'I'm getting old, and I actually got fooled by a young punk...'

While sighing, Old Man Bao also felt much relieved.

At least the Cold Hunt King didn't actually get into trouble...

The thought had barely formed when a huge object hit the ground.

"Boom!"

Upon closer inspection, he saw a dragon the size of a building land on the mountain of imprisonment while he was distracted.

Having known the Cold Hunt King for many years, how could Old Man Bao not recognize him?

This dragon, hundreds of meters long, is the contract beast of the Cold Hunter King.

Just as Lin Fan had said, the Cold Hunt King had indeed arrived at the Mountain of Imprisonment!

The moment Old Man Bao saw the Cold Hunt King, all his doubts vanished.

Even he didn't know the Cold Hunter King's whereabouts for the past few days, yet Lin Fan was able to stake out the place half a day in advance...

"Lin Fan, that Red Devil, do you want him dead or alive?"

Seeing that Lin Fan was probably not lying, Old Man Bao's attitude towards him immediately rose to a new level.

His previous casual attitude towards the younger generation turned into a high regard for the strategist.

"If we can capture the Red Devils alive, that would be the best outcome."

Lin Fan's eyes lit up slightly as he thought about the various uses of the Red Devil.

"But... can Senior Song capture him alive?"

"Look at what you're saying, of course I... can't catch him."

Clearly, Old Man Bao was quite self-aware.

Although the forbidden spell is not afraid of the Supreme Monarch, capturing him alive is much more difficult than killing him.

"..." (▽-▽)

"Look at you, always in such a hurry."

Seeing Lin Fan's speechless expression, as if to say "Are you kidding me?", Old Bao chuckled like a mischievous old man.

"Of course I can't catch them all by myself, but I didn't say I was the only one, hehe."

"You mean, find outside help, Dean Xiao?"

Upon hearing this, Old Man Bao's smile froze for a moment, then he said helplessly.

"Even Old Xiao, who's been hiding it so well, knows about it. Now I believe you have that kind of talent..."

Chatting with someone who knows everything takes away even the fun of being a riddle teller.

He was originally going to keep it a secret...

Not long after Old Man Bao sent out the request for help, Dean Xiao arrived quietly.

However, Dean Xiao was not the only one who came.

"Commander Hua, what brings you here?"

When he saw the black-haired, black-bearded man next to Dean Xiao, even the usually calm and composed Old Man Bao couldn't help but be slightly moved.

Lin Fan, standing to the side, also stared wide-eyed at the upright-looking middle-aged man.

Hua Zhanhong, leader of the Southern Guard of Donghuang, is another forbidden spell master!

The surprise didn't last long, because Lin Fan soon thought of something interesting.

When Red Devil Ichiki sees the three forbidden spellcasters later, he'll surely be moved to tears...

Thinking of this, Lin Fan couldn't help but smile brightly.

Chapter 3: Three Forbidden Spells Capture the Crimson Demon

“When you contacted me, Zhan Hong was having tea with me, so I simply invited him to come along.”

"On the contrary, you old man Bao are still using emergency communications."

Dean Xiao complained to Old Man Bao in an annoyed tone.

He had mistakenly thought that Old Man Bao was in mortal danger, so he quickly used teleportation to bring Hua Zhanhong to his aid.

But then they saw Old Man Bao taking a young man on a picnic...?

Seeing Dean Xiao's angry expression, even the thick-skinned old man Bao gave a somewhat guilty and awkward smile.

"Old Xiao, this is a long story..."

Although Old Man Bao wanted to explain to the two of them, the Cold Hunt King wouldn't allow them to chat.

"Boom!!!"

Along with the explosion came a powerful shockwave that shook mountains and split the earth.

While helping Lin Fan regain his balance, Old Man Bao hurriedly called out to Dean Xiao and Hua Zhanhong.

"Deal with the demons first. Our goal is to capture all the creatures in the imprisoned mountain alive!"

"Capture them alive... Looks like we'll have to be more serious."

Sensing the energy fluctuations of the supreme monarch within the mountain of confinement, Dean Xiao narrowed his eyes and became much more serious.

……

Meanwhile, he was imprisoned in the mountains.

"As expected of the renowned Cold Hunter King, he was able to see through my disguise."

The chilling words rang out along with the sound of demonic blood dripping.

Blood Demon Yi Qiu's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he stared intently at his prey—the Cold Hunt King.

The wounds on his body, torn by the magic-slaying tools and high-level magic, were being rapidly healed by streams of blood-ink energy.

"You audacious demon, how dare you act so recklessly!"

The Cold Hunt King looked around and was instantly enraged.

What was once a peaceful and tranquil prison mountain has now been transformed into a living hell.

The weak prisoners and guards transformed into streaks of blood-red energy, providing the Red Demon with rapid regeneration.

Even the powerful super-level mages, like walking corpses, surrounded themselves.