Chapter 459: I Come to Use

Yu Lin can use Magic, and his mastery of Magic is extremely high.

Don't forget, he is revered by the entire Magic Holy Land as a "Holy Lord", although he himself doesn't care much about the title.

"Teleportation Magic?" he lowered his head to look at the violet‑black Magic Array pattern on the carpet, which had dimmed from a failed spell and backlash yet still retained a clear energy trace.

"It happens to be convenient for me."

It requires three people to cast? That's because those three are too weak.

For Yu Lin, reverse‑analyzing and reproducing this directed teleportation Magic is as natural as breathing.

He doesn't even need that Magic book as a reference; merely by the residual marks on the floor and the energy flow pattern he just observed, he has fully deduced the entire Array's structure, coordinate anchors, and so on in his mind.

Chanting incantations? Even more unnecessary.

He casually raised his right hand, and his fingertip gave a light tap in the air.

Magic flowed from his fingertip, swiftly sketching a violet‑silver light pattern far more precise and stable than the remnants on the ground.

The light pattern expanded, forming a perfect Magic Array only one meter in diameter, perfectly enveloping him.

There was no lengthy Ritual, no blinding flash of light, and not even a strong Spatial Fluctuation leaking out.

All the energy was precisely contained within the Array.

In the next instant, WhiteLight flickered faintly, like rippling water.

Yu Lin's form, together with the complete miniature Array, vanished silently from the spot, as if it had never been there.

Only the lingering chaotic marks and a note he casually left remained in the room.

Later, Francis, who rushed over after hearing the news, Bai Xiaoxia, who hurried back after handling guest affairs, the solemn‑faced Bai Family executives, and personnel from the Civil Affairs Bureau, all saw only this slip of paper, bearing Yu Lin's slightly casual handwriting:

【I have a minor matter to attend to; I'll take the items away to examine them. Wait for me; I'll be back soon.】

………………

South America, deep within a rarely trodden, miasma‑filled tropical jungle.

Decades ago, a primitive tribe isolated from the world struggled to survive here.

But at some point, an unseen force completely erased the tribe and all their traces from this world, leaving no legend or record.

In its place stands a stark church jutting out in a clearing of the jungle.

The Church's exterior is not grand, even somewhat plain, resembling a typical rural chapel, its stone walls covered with damp vines.

By day it stands silently among the trees, discordant with its surroundings yet oddly harmonious.

At night, especially now, when all sounds cease and moonlight cannot pierce the dense canopy, the Church reveals its true strangeness.

Inside the entire building is pure, dense darkness that cannot be dissolved.

It is not darkness due to lack of light, but a "presence" that seems solid and can absorb all illumination.

Even with the Church's great doors flung wide like a monster's gaping maw, any starlight, moonlight, or flashlight beam that tries to enter is silently devoured and erased by that darkness.

Yet within this absolutely devouring darkness of the Church, it is not empty.

Six silhouettes sit quietly on six high‑back chairs arranged in a hexagram pattern.

The chairs meld seamlessly with the floor.

Each of the six chairs occupies one point of the hexagram.

The Magic Array's pattern is slightly recessed in the floor, emitting a faint glow.

At the exact center of the hexagram lies a circular stone table of the same material.

Because they are immersed in absolute darkness, the six people's faces, clothing, even postures are indistinct, as if they themselves are part of the darkness.

They seem able to "see" each other, or sense one another somehow, yet any external sight or detection cannot pierce this veil of darkness.

Even when they speak, their voices seem twisted and blended by the darkness, becoming low, hoarse, directionally vague, making it impossible to tell which chair the speaker occupies.

"They failed."

"As expected. That Saint intervened."

"We know. So, what now?"

"Abort this operation, go completely underground, erase all traces linked to us. Don't let him follow the trail to find this place, or else… we'll all 'return to heaven'."

"Can you stop the nonsense? Everyone knows what you're saying."

"……Alright, then, this time using the Holy Bible's power, will you take charge of leading?"

"I am, of course, willing to serve my Lord, but per the agreement, it's not my turn yet. 'He' should go."

At that moment, the named "he"—the sixth voice—slowly replied, "Me? No. The last time I purified that place, I already used the Holy Bible; the Holy favor requires equal distribution, that's the rule."

"It shouldn't be me this time."

The proposing voice sounded somewhat resigned: "None of you willing to voluntarily bear the cost of counter‑investigation and erasing traces? Then… who will?"

A brief silence.

Amid that silence, a voice tinged with ease, completely different from the previous six, suddenly interjected without warning, as if he had always been the seventh participant of the meeting:

"How about… I take it?"

"You? You may…"

The fourth voice instinctively answered along the line, but instantly, all the speakers, together with the vague silhouettes on the six chairs, froze rigidly!

"Hm—?!"

The voice is wrong!

Shocked, horrified, incredulous thoughts collided violently in the darkness!

Moreover, how are there seven people?!

Just now… who was speaking?!

Within the absolute darkness of the Church, a death‑like stillness suddenly fell, replaced by a chilling dread as if a supreme predator were staring down.

And in the middle of the table, a figure that had appeared at an unknown moment stood there, looking at them, and said with a smile:

Good evening, everyone. Should I introduce myself? Or… you go first?