Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

With his narrow eyes, Kurret smiled dismissively and then said, "We can do the same thing. It's nothing special. Congress has shown that the mysterious factors should not be underestimated."

"But at the same time, the archmage also said that demons have physical bodies. Since they have physical bodies, even if they can withstand bullets, can they withstand missiles? Humanity has developed to this point, and these demons haven't dared to utter a sound. Now that we have weapons and power in our hands, what are you so hesitant about?"

With a serious expression, Kurret gave Blake a stern lecture, then turned to look at the Black Hand Building, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

Chapter 95 Direct Confrontation with Humanity

In a country that is not very ancient and full of variables, mysterious forces are like surging undercurrents hidden in the deep sea, quietly surging and ready to unleash a storm at any moment.

District 9, this brand-new area that carries the high hopes of the rise of the mysterious power of the Ugly Kingdom, is like a mysterious treasure trove that is eager to be filled with rare treasures. It is eagerly seeking many rare items from the mysterious side to support the extensive and arduous research work to come.

Its ultimate goal is to make the mysterious power of the Ugly Kingdom grow rapidly and vigorously, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and to try its best to narrow the existing power gap between it and other countries.

Especially that ancient country that stands tall in the East, like a majestic giant in the field of mysticism. That ancient country has accumulated a wealth of history over the years, its historical heritage is like an endless treasure trove, and its ancient traditions are as dazzling as the stars, every thread and every strand containing a mysterious power that can shock the world.

Today, a surging wave of awakening mysterious forces is sweeping the globe with overwhelming force. In this clandestine competition, where no smoke of gunpowder is visible yet fiercely intense, the United States is on high alert, giving it its all, determined not to fall behind in this crucial race. Even the slightest difference would leave them feeling resentful and unwilling to accept defeat.

Congress seized the opportunity and focused its attention on the renowned old man, full of expectations, and extended an olive branch symbolizing the highest honor, sincerely inviting him to serve as the chief mage of the Ugly Kingdom and wield the core scepter of mysterious power.

However, the old man remained steadfast in his resolve and resolutely declined the invitation, thwarting Congress's plans.

However, Congress did not come away empty-handed; it managed to recruit a group of magicians, some real and some fake.

Although most of them were just people who performed fancy moves and tricks to fool people, there were also a few experts in the world who were well-versed in magic and had real knowledge.

The inherited scrolls they clutched tightly in their hands were like long-sealed mysterious tomes, containing detailed records of the bizarre and fantastical adventures of the past, which seemed like dreams yet were real, as well as the methods for using powerful magic that could change the world and was full of magical colors. These became the "keys" for the Ugly Kingdom to explore and move forward in the mysterious realm.

Just as the winds of change were turning and the situation was unpredictable, Jiang Shinian appeared out of nowhere like a dazzling meteor streaking across the night sky. In an instant, he ignited the mysterious energy that had been dormant in the world for a long time. The extraordinary phenomenon was earth-shattering and attracted global attention. All eyes were drawn to him like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

As the first nation to report a major supernatural event, the Ugly Kingdom Congress felt immense pressure and immediately dispatched the decisive and efficient Deputy Executive Officer, Kurrett, from District 9 to San Francisco as if a divine warrior had descended from the heavens.

As soon as Kurrett landed, he took over Blake's authority with a tough hand, and like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he firmly controlled the military forces in San Francisco. His demeanor was like that of a domineering overlord who ruled the battlefield, allowing no disobedience whatsoever.

Subsequently, a massive operation, as busy as a swarm of ants moving house, was launched in full swing. Congress spared no expense in investing huge amounts of manpower and resources, like a devastating hurricane sweeping through the land.

Wherever they went, all irrelevant people and obstacles were swept away, clearing large open spaces, just to facilitate the smooth transport of those massive and intimidating heavy firepower equipment. A large number of well-trained and stern-faced police officers were mobilized, setting up a magnificent posture as if they were going to fight a decisive battle at the Forbidden City.

Their mission was clearly aimed and ambitious: to capture alive the mysterious being who exuded evil magic and was like a demon god of the night, who was rumored to be holding twelve magical talismans.

Each talisman seems to contain a mysterious little world, with unpredictable power; secondly, the goal is to uproot and thoroughly eradicate the Black Hand organization that entrenched itself in the underground of San Francisco, controlling most of the dark forces like the tentacles of an octopus, like sweeping away the dust of a spider web, leaving it no chance to make a comeback.

They attempted to use this to demonstrate to the world the strength and might of the U.S. military, like beating a thunderous war drum, to proclaim to the world their formidable power and to make the world tremble under their iron hooves.

"Jackie Chan and that great sorcerer are almost here, perhaps we should wait a moment..."

Blake tried to dissuade him. He had painstakingly built up the police force of District 13 for a long time, like an old farmer carefully tending his crops. He really didn't want this suddenly parachuted-in superior to squander it and deplete the police force. That was the "family fortune" he had accumulated over many years.

"Shut up!" Kurret roared, abruptly interrupting Blake. His voice boomed like a bell, making one's eardrums ache. "That mage wasn't one of ours to begin with. If we rely on outsiders to quell this demonic storm, what will the people at home think of us? What will the international community think?"

"I am now the commander-in-chief. Congress appointed me here to deal with this demon. Your proposal was rejected by Congress long ago. Stop meddling. Understand?"

Blake choked, like a quail whose throat had been squeezed, and fell silent. Filled with helplessness and resentment, he silently retreated to the side and said no more.

"Report!" A soldier rushed over, saluted, his movements swift and efficient, his expression tense and focused.

"Speak!" Kurret's gaze swept over them, his narrow eyes revealing a dangerous chill, like a cheetah stalking its prey in the dark, sending shivers down one's spine.

"No one answers, no signal at all, the whole building seems to have been hollowed out, only the top floor seems to have a huge life form lurking there." The soldier reported in detail, his voice steady but unable to hide his inner unease.

Kuret narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, his gaze like a deep, unfathomable pool, then picked up the pager and commanded the operation to begin: "Ugly Thirteen, lead the team into the building and search floor by floor!"

"Beep--"

"Roger that!"

The squads immediately moved into action right next to the main entrance of the building. Their agile figures and synchronized steps were as precise and efficient as a machine. The squads at the side entrances were also busy organizing their equipment, unlocking the doors and entering. The clanging of metal echoed in the silent air, revealing a hint of pre-battle tension.

……

"This mask's power has increased considerably." At the top of the building, Jiang Shinian closed his eyes, sensing the surrounding mysterious energy fluctuations as if in deep meditation. A rough calculation showed that his number of shadow ninjas had exceeded ten thousand. Now, he finally had more manpower, and the feeling of being stretched thin had eased somewhat. Things were also settled on Valmont's side; the shadow ninjas he had sent had all returned to their positions, and everything seemed to be progressing smoothly.

"Tsk, these lackeys are too noisy." Jiang Shinian raised his eyes and looked at the armed helicopter circling in the sky. The metal shell was cold and shiny in the dim light, like a vicious eagle forged from steel, looking menacing.

"Hiss!" He grinned, revealing a ferocious and terrifying smile. His body suddenly shifted to the side, moving with ghostly speed. Accompanied by the crisp sound of shattering glass, he vanished from his spot in an instant, leaving only a trace of mysterious aura lingering in the air.

"Target has appeared!" Chaos erupted instantly around the Black Hand Building, with crowds surging and shouts rising and falling, creating a tense atmosphere.

Kurret looked up, staring intently at the giant dragon hanging high in the sky. Dark clouds rolled and swirled in the sky, like ink being poured into the heavens, spreading and staining the sky.

A giant dragon with a dark green body and a golden glow hovered in the air. Two golden lines between its brows shone brightly, and a mysterious aura flowed endlessly around it, as if a god had descended to earth. It exuded an aura that inspired both awe and fear.

It was situated beneath dark clouds, its flames flickering and crackling in the black mist. Black and red light occasionally pierced through the thick clouds and shot into the distance, accompanied by deafening roars that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, a sound that was awe-inspiring.

The sky was as dark as ink, and below, a group of fully armed police officers were on high alert, like arrows ready to be released.

Occasionally, a streak of light would illuminate their extremely solemn faces. Sweat dripped down their foreheads and onto the triggers, but no one cared. At that moment, their eyes were only on the "demon" in the sky.

"Why is this dragon wearing beach shorts?" Everyone was stunned when they saw this. This absurd scene seemed to add a touch of dark humor to the tense atmosphere, but the tension returned like a tide the next second.

"Has Jackie Chan not arrived yet?" Jiang Shinian's deep, hoarse voice echoed around, carrying a hint of impatience and arrogance, as if declaring to the world that he was the only one who reigned supreme on this battlefield.

"Concentrate firepower and blast it to pieces!" Kuret stared intently at the evil dragon, coldly ordering it over the intercom. His voice was filled with an unwavering determination to kill, chilling to the bone.

With a "click," the elite police officers stood in neat rows on the ground. Upon receiving the order, they released the safety, lowered their guns, and raised them with fluid and seamless movements, demonstrating their excellent training.

After a brief silence.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the sky, sparks flew everywhere, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air. Countless bullets trailed shockwaves as they shot towards the giant dragon in the sky like shooting stars.

"Buzz!" A strange fluctuation suddenly arose, and the bullets that were shooting at him suddenly froze around Jiang Shinian, twisting and deforming, as if they were blocked by an invisible wall of energy and could not move. Then, like small stones that had lost their strength, they fell down one after another, smashing small pits on the ground and raising fine dust.

As the spent cartridge cases rained down, dozens or even hundreds of heavy snipers in the surrounding buildings simultaneously pulled their triggers. Caught off guard, the large-caliber bullets, with their superior penetrating power and destructive force, pierced through Jiang Shinian's body. Blood splattered out, staining the surrounding air red. Yet, Jiang Shinian stood upright as if nothing had happened, making his appearance all the more eerie and terrifying.

"Tanks!" Upon seeing the armor-piercing shells achieve their intended effect, the order was immediately given, the voice urgent and decisive.

"Boom!" Amidst the deafening roar, the heavily armored tanks surrounding the Black Hand Building unleashed a barrage of high-explosive fragmentation rounds, armor-piercing rounds, and fragmentation shells, bombarding the sky.

"Boom!" The violent explosion shook the earth. The Black Hand Building was caught in the crossfire and collapsed inch by inch like paper. Flames shot into the sky, and the sound of explosions was deafening. Bricks and rubble flew everywhere, injuring many people. Even the thick black clouds were dispersed.

Kureth squinted, staring intently at the sky, as if muttering to himself, "Now, you're still not dead?" His eyes held both anticipation and a barely perceptible hint of fear. The battle had reached a fever pitch, yet the outcome remained uncertain.

Chapter 96 The Dragon Displays its Might!

On the horizon, the raging fire resembled a monstrous beast out of control, rampaging wildly, its intense flames seeming to tear a gaping hole in the sky.

Wherever the firelight reached, half the sky was illuminated in a bright red, as if it had been smeared with a thick layer of blood that would never dry. The heat and frenzy seemed to be turning everything in the world to ashes.

The rolling red clouds resembled boiling magma, surging and steaming, spreading wildly and intertwining with the billowing smoke and dust rising into the sky, turning the horizon into a chaotic mess, just like a terrifying prelude to the end of the world. The entire world was shrouded in this intense atmosphere of death.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, and after a long while, it was as if a gentle angel of salvation had quietly descended.

A gentle breeze swept by, seeping into the battlefield filled with smoke and death, gradually dispelling the pungent and thick smell of gunpowder.

The thick smoke, which had originally resembled a black curtain, slowly and reluctantly dissipated, like defeated soldiers, gradually revealing the horrific scene of wounds and devastation.

In an instant, everyone's gaze seemed to be drawn by an invisible yet powerful force, focusing on the airspace that had just experienced the "fire calamity".

Kuret stood at the front, his posture upright yet exuding a cold and murderous aura. His narrow eyes gleamed with a cold and ruthless light, like an icy pool in the cold night. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a contemptuous and smug sneer.

His smile was full of unwavering confidence, as if the dragon before him, baptized by fire, was now a lamb to the slaughter on his chopping block, powerless to resist.

But fate always loves to play cruel jokes. In an instant, that cold smile seemed to be frozen by frost, frozen on his face, and his original smug expression was instantly replaced by astonishment and fear.

Looking up, one could see several shockingly large holes in the body of the giant dragon hanging high in the sky. These holes ran through the dragon from front to back, dark and empty, and could be seen through at a glance.

This should have been a "glorious victory" worthy of cheers and celebration.

Strangely, however, strange magical ripples appeared on the edges of each hole.

These ripples, like lively, leaping silver threads, meander and move at a speed clearly visible to the naked eye, rapidly repairing the hideous wound.

It was as if time had been turned back at this moment, and the wound was healing rapidly, completely restored.

"They're still alive??" Kurret's eyes widened suddenly, his narrow eyes stretched to the limit by extreme shock and disbelief. His usual composed demeanor was now shattered and completely destroyed by panic.

"Heavy..." He frantically raised his hand, grabbed the pager, his arm trembling slightly with tension, his voice urgent and somewhat hysterical, already preparing to gather all his strength again, attempting to deliver a fatal blow to this "immortal" dragon.

However, at this critical moment when everything was hanging by a thread, unexpected changes surged up again like a turbulent undercurrent.

A deafening roar erupted.

The dragon was like an ancient demon god who had been slumbering for thousands of years and was now completely enraged. The immense power that had been dormant within it burst forth like a flood.

A burst of flame erupted from its gaping maw, the flame resembling a fiery meteor falling from the depths of the universe, its color an intense crimson, like thick, dripping blood, violent and arrogant.

Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be scorched and twisted, rippling with visible heat waves.

Within this raging inferno, resembling the flames of hell, wisps of five-colored light are hidden, flickering and swirling like mysterious spirits in the darkness.

Seemingly peaceful and auspicious, exuding a tranquil beauty, it is actually like a deadly thorn hidden among the flowers, adding a touch of eeriness and unpredictability to the already terrifying flames, causing its power to soar exponentially, like a demon that has been unleashed, releasing endless violence and destructive power.

The surging heat seemed to possess life and will, carrying a resolute momentum to raze the entire Black Hand Building to the ground.

The heatwave, like a surging tsunami, swept down from the sky with a devastating force, leaving nothing in its path unscathed.

The metal objects that were originally scattered around were melted into pools of scalding liquid under the heat, like fragile candles, flowing onto the ground and sizzling.

The guns in the hands of the police officers quickly became hot under the intense heat. The wooden stock sizzled and emitted blue smoke, while the metal barrels were so hot that they were impossible to hold and fell to the ground.

Looking around at the heavy tanks, the attachments on their bodies twisted like crumpled paper under the heat, curling into all sorts of bizarre shapes. The occupants inside were driven to flee frantically by the unbearable heat, their shrill screams piercing the sky and never ceasing.

Those elite police officers, who were originally lined up neatly and well-trained, were as fragile as ants in the face of the raging flames that seemed like a natural disaster.

The poor soul struck head-on by the flames instantly turned into fine dust, dissipating into the scorching air, as if it had never existed in this world, leaving not even a trace.

Those who were lucky enough to barely escape the flames fared no better; their skin peeled away and festered inch by inch, like melting ice.

The scene was even more horrifying than being completely obliterated. The excruciating pain, like maggots clinging to bones, relentlessly tormented their nerves, causing them to scream and wail in madness.

The once orderly and disciplined military formation crumbled instantly under the impact of this flame, like a paper castle. The soldiers scattered and fled in chaos, like headless flies.

"Too noisy!" Amidst the chaos and clamor, a deep and authoritative voice, like the ringing of a great bell, rang out from the sky.

As the sound faded, the giant dragon, like a black lightning bolt, carrying an overwhelming pressure and leaving a long afterimage, streaked across the sky at an extremely fast speed, crashing down towards the ground like a meteorite falling to earth.

With a deafening roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, the stone slabs on the ground were smashed and scattered in all directions. The dust in the air was like a yellow curtain that was raised and instantly spread out, blotting out the sun.

A series of fine cracking sounds rose and fell, and the unlucky ones at the center of the impact were instantly crushed into dust by this immense power, turning into a large cloud of crimson blood mist.

The thick, pungent smell of blood permeated the air, sweet yet foul, unbearably pungent, enveloping the dragon that resembled a demon god.

The dragon moved with supersonic speed, its movements like a phantom traversing the world. Wherever it went, life vanished like a candle flickering in the wind, fragile and easily destroyed.

The dragon's might that spread out was like a tangible mental shackle, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, causing each person's mind to tremble with fear.