Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

"Fire! Fire!" Kurret roared, his hands gripping the pager like iron clamps, his eyes bloodshot and red like two burning flames, his fair face flushed red like a ripe tomato, and veins on his forehead bulging and thrashing like angry snakes.

A roar erupted from the depths of his throat, tinged with despair and resentment.

But all that responded to him were a few scattered gunshots. In the midst of the chaos and panic, everyone had lost their composure and sense of direction.

In the chaos, some police officers turned their guns on their own teammates, making the scene even more chaotic. Cries and vomiting mingled together, like a desperate symphony of death.

Even veterans who had seen countless battles and death were now weak in the knees, pale as paper, and trembling like leaves. Their former bravery and fearlessness had vanished without a trace.

On the battlefield, minced meat, white fluid, and blood flowed freely, resembling a scene of carnage, a truly horrific sight.

Only the dragon's body seemed to be protected by a mysterious, invisible wall of energy. It was the magical floating power bestowed by the Chicken Talisman that separated it from the world, creating a pure land. The bloody red and white things were blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to touch it at all.

The dragon's eyes resembled two burning crimson flames, radiating a cruel and ruthless light.

"Is this what slaughter is?" Jiang Shinian looked down at the frantically fleeing crowd around him, a strange thought rising in his mind.

These people, who had previously tried to shoot him, were now so terrified that they fled in a panic, fearing him as much as they feared death itself.

Perhaps because he had transmigrated and become the most evil villainous Holy Lord in the eyes of the world, Jiang Shinian was surprisingly calm in the face of the killing scene before him. He felt no discomfort or nausea, nor did he experience any so-called exhilarating pleasure.

It seems that deep down, he simply felt that these people were too much of a nuisance. As soon as he showed up, they raised their guns and opened fire without saying a word, determined to kill him. Such behavior is unreasonable and illogical.

Since it's unreasonable, their current miserable fate is simply the price they paid.

Jiang Shinian nodded slightly, as if confirming his own thoughts.

Although he has now transmigrated and become the Holy Lord, bearing the name of the most evil villain in the world, he does not want to kill wantonly and without restraint.

Firstly, before becoming the Holy Lord, he and these people belonged to the same clan, and the kinship from the past still retained a trace of warmth in his heart.

Secondly, he knew that if he recklessly went on a killing spree, it would only intensify the backlash of righteousness. In that case, wouldn't it be like giving the protagonist group a big gift and helping them level up?

This is by no means a situation he would like to see.

So, after killing some people who were indeed in his way, he stopped and let those so-called elites of the Ugly Kingdom flee in panic like stray dogs, leaving this bloody place.

"However, these former kin were truly fragile. Their bodies were like paper, crumbling at the slightest touch, yet their greed and evil were probably no less than that of any demon."

Jiang Shinian's gaze slowly swept around the surroundings, finally settling on an inconspicuous corner.

There stood Blake, and something mysterious he had never seen before.

Although Jiang refused the full blessing and enhancement of the black energy ten years ago, he was still inevitably infused with some power by the black energy.

It was precisely because of his body, which had been significantly modified by the dark energy, that he could easily find out who was in charge of the previous operation without even using the power of the shadow.

To his surprise, the commander was not Blake, but the mysterious thing standing next to Blake.

Jiang Shi Nian's gaze locked onto the past. The floating divine power of the Chicken Talisman swept away the battlefield debris like an invisible breeze, quietly clearing a clean path leading to Blake.

Chapter 97: Dad pulled out... the Divine Armor!

"Dad!"

As the gears of fate quietly turned, Jiang Shinian miraculously resurrected, perfectly integrating the Tiger Talisman into a unified whole at the crucial moment, just as stars found their trajectory in chaos and yin and yang returned to harmony amidst turmoil.

Black Chenglong and White Chenglong, who were originally locked in a fierce battle, were suddenly enveloped by a dazzling and mysterious ball of magical light.

The light, like nimble threads, weaves and intertwines. In an instant, as if drawn by a pair of invisible yet powerful hands, the two merges and returns to their original, complete form. All the divisions and conflicts vanish in this radiant light.

At that moment, Jackie Chan stood solemnly in front of the massive, technologically advanced central monitoring screen in District 13, holding Jade's hand tightly.

On the screen.

The Black Hand Building was undergoing an earth-shattering transformation. Magic surged like churning dark clouds, and the collision of energies sounded like thunderclaps. This scene, reflected in Jackie Chan's eyes, was like a raging fire burning his heart, making him unbearably anxious.

The urging voices, like a barrage of arrows, pierced through layers of walls and reached the ears of the old man in the next room, who was intently preparing for a mysterious matter.

"Dad!"

"Dad!"

"Father, you'd better hurry! Time waits for no one, we must set off immediately... Oh dear!"

Before the words had even finished, it was as if a raging gust of wind was carrying with it an endless urgency.

The heavy door to the monitoring room was suddenly slammed open with a loud bang.

The old man, like a majestic old goat with messy mane, rushed in with a tense atmosphere, startling Jackie Chan so much that his heart skipped a beat.

"Hmph, foolish! If we don't have absolute certainty of defeating that vicious demon, going there now would be like moths to a flame, utterly futile! Why are you in such a hurry? What good will it do to keep urging your old man? Your old man isn't a demon!"

The old man, head held high and chest out, strode forward with steady, powerful steps, his fingers curved like hooks, carrying a hint of sharp disappointment, as he swiftly struck Jackie Chan's forehead.

"Ouch!"

Jackie Chan winced in pain and instinctively loosened his grip on Xiaoyu's hand. He hurriedly covered his forehead with both hands, his brows furrowed, his face full of grievance and helplessness.

"Hmm... Uncle Long?"

Xiaoyu was very clever. Seizing the opportunity, she smiled mischievously and said in a clear voice, "Oh dear, I just remembered that the school has assigned a mountain of homework. I'll go back to my room and tackle this 'homework hurdle' first!"

Having said that, she turned gracefully like a nimble deer, disappearing from everyone's sight before Jackie Chan could react.

"Hey……"

Jackie Chan instinctively reached out to try and stop Jade from leaving, but his father reacted quickly and slapped him hard, completely interrupting his attempt.

"Your job isn't to watch over that little girl while she does her homework!"

The old man's eyes widened as he glared fiercely at Jackie Chan, his gaze like a sharp blade, as if trying to see right through him. "What, you still dare to try and take Jade with you to face the devil's hideous fangs?"

The old man sighed deeply, his expression softening slightly, and then said in a loud voice, "There is one more matter of utmost importance. You, come with me."

After saying that, the old man turned around, his clothes fluttering, and led Jackie Chan steadily back to the room they had come from.

Pushing open the door, the room resembled a mysterious magical world, with antique, yellowed books bearing the marks of time scattered about, as well as scattered magical materials emitting a strange glow.

In the very center, a large boiler, like an ancient beast lying dormant, emits wisps of faint blue smoke. Standing at the entrance, the mysteries deep within the boiler are like trying to see flowers through the fog, blurry and difficult to discern.

In the corner, an enormous box lay silently, like a sleeping giant, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

"Dad, what's this?"

Jackie Chan was full of doubts. He raised his hand and scratched his head, his eyes full of curiosity and confusion.

The old man remained silent, like a high priest immersed in a mysterious ritual. He first walked to the side of the boiler, reached out and took out a wide-mouthed bottle, its surface clear and shimmering with a cool luster in the dim light.

With practiced skill, he manipulated the bottle inside the boiler, and when he pulled it out, it was filled with a yellowish-green solution, as if imprisoning a mysterious, magical spring.

The old man gently placed it on the round table beside him, and then strode toward the giant box in the corner.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the box slowly opened.

It's like a mysterious treasure trove that has been sealed away for a long time, finally revealing its true face.

The old man stepped aside, his gaze intense as he looked at Jackie Chan, who was still standing dumbfounded in the doorway, and shouted, "What are you still standing there for! Do you expect your old man to hand you the treasure by hand?!"

"oh oh……"

Jackie Chan seemed to snap out of a daze and quickly stepped forward, his eyes immediately drawn to the items inside the box.

Inside, there was an ancient-style battle armor, its surface seemingly flowing with the river of time, exuding a sense of antiquity and solemnity, as if a deity had descended to earth.

The armor is engraved with intricate and exquisite patterns, like a dense net woven by time, with spots that resemble stars in the night sky, scattered in a staggered pattern.

Even after countless years and countless years of silence in the corners of the world, it still has a faint but tenacious luster, shimmering in the darkness, as if whispering of past glory and mystery.

"This is the armor left behind by the immortal god, carrying the remnants of divine power. If you put it on, I will use all the magic I have learned in my life to help you activate that dormant, immense power! With this armor wrapped around your body, you will be able to find a glimmer of hope when you step into the demon's territory, and you will not perish and become a ghost under the demon's claws."

Seeing Jackie Chan don the armor as instructed, the old man held up the yellowish-green liquid in both hands, approaching step by step with a solemn yet expectant expression. He then spoke slowly and deliberately: "Although this armor contains divine power, it is only one of the means to resist demons. Ancient books record that the Holy Lord is cunning and tyrannical, and his twelve talismans are even more unpredictable. This liquid is the key to breaking the deadlock!"

"When you face the Holy Lord, pour these solutions into your palms, and they will grant you magical power, helping you penetrate the demon's body and find the traces of the talisman."

"Looking for traces of the talisman? But how do we remove it, Dad?"

Jackie Chan was already dressed in armor, but he still looked bewildered, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness, and he mumbled questions.

"Oh dear, you blockhead!"

The old man was so angry that his beard bristled and his chest heaved violently. It took him a long time to calm down before he said in a hateful voice, "When the time comes, you only need to reach into the Holy Lord's body and carefully feel around in that chaotic darkness. Once you find the talisman by touch, hold it firmly in your palm and you can pull it out directly!"

"Then, how many talismans should I get?"

Chapter 98 Questioning

The old man was choking on his breath, unable to go up or down, almost fainting. Finally, he swallowed his anger, widened his eyes, and said sternly, "Listen carefully! The tiger talisman that was just lost may seem ordinary, but it is like a stabilizing force that harmonizes the Yin and Yang within the Holy Body. Although it does not directly endow it with great power, it steadily maintains the delicate balance of the twelve talismans in the body."

“Ancient texts record in detail that once you take out the Tiger Talisman, it will be like the dominoes that Xiao Yuwan mentioned. The twelve talismans will become unbalanced, and the Holy Lord will suffer a backlash from the divine power of the other talismans. His power will be greatly reduced like water bursting a dam!”

"And if you happen to be able to take out the Rat Talisman along with it, the Holy Lord will instantly lose that magical power to turn stillness into movement, and will once again become a cold statue!"

"At that time, even if it has other talismans to protect it and loses its flexible body, you only need to follow the clues and take out the remaining talismans one by one, and the demon will be powerless to fight back and will be at your mercy!"

After speaking, the old man let out a long sigh, as if he had poured all his expectations and solemn entrustment into that breath.

He solemnly handed the solution to Jackie Chan with both hands, then raised his hand and gently patted Jackie Chan's shoulder. His withered, thin but powerful hand struck the solid armor with a muffled thud, like the beating of a war drum, to encourage those going into battle.

"Jackie Chan, this time you're going to fight the demon. I hope you can successfully complete the mission and come back safe and sound, okay? I'll be waiting for you at home!"

The old man rarely showed a hint of tenderness, raising his hand to carefully straighten Jackie Chan's collar, which was wrapped around his armor, his words earnest and full of instructions.

Then, the old man closed his eyes and concentrated, rapidly changing hand seals in front of his chest. In an instant, magical power surged and gathered like a raging tide, and a thick black mist arose in his palms, as if absorbing the essence of endless darkness.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as torches. With a loud shout, he forcefully pushed the ball of black energy out. The black energy, like a nimble dragon, plunged headlong into the immortal god armor worn by Jackie Chan.

In an instant, the armor seemed to be ignited like a beacon, radiating a shimmering light. Its original rustic and heavy texture became translucent and crystal clear, as if it were carved from crystal, warm and dazzling.

The spots and patterns engraved on it seem to be infused with life, shining brightly, just like the dazzling stars in the night sky, their light intertwined, beautiful to the extreme.

It is also extremely mysterious, as if a mysterious force is surging and flowing within it, subtly resisting the invading black energy, like a battle between good and evil, playing a stirring war song in silence.

"Dad..."

Jackie Chan looked at his father's weathered face, the lines of time like ravines, full of stories and wisdom. His throat felt as if an invisible hand was gripping it, and his heart was filled with emotion and reluctance. He choked for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out the word "father".

"Snapped!"

Just as Jackie Chan was immersed in this rare emotional moment, his father's expression suddenly turned stern. His fingers moved like lightning, leaving a blur in an instant, and he accurately flicked Jackie Chan's forehead with a flick.

"Ouch!"