Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

With a "snap," he was jolted awake.

Looking around, he saw that beautiful women were still surrounding him, and his subordinates were busy at work in the distance, as if nothing had happened.

Valon composed himself, picked up the communication device, informed everyone of the Holy Lord's return, and then waved his hand to dismiss the bikini-clad beauties.

In the blink of an eye, a luxurious bed suddenly appeared on the empty deck. The bed was soft, and the quilt was embroidered with gold thread patterns, just like an emperor's dragon bed.

At the same time, the huge parasol opened with a creak and stood steadily to the side, like a guard standing watch.

Beside the bed, a table laden with a dazzling array of food and wine appeared out of thin air, its rich aroma instantly filling the air, as if a celestial banquet were about to begin.

At this moment, another strange thing happened. A pile of fruits seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, forming an arc in the air and flying towards the concave part of the bed, as if controlled by an invisible giant hand, mysterious and bizarre.

Jiang Shi Nian concealed himself and lay on his side on the bed. Although he could avoid being captured by satellites by transforming into human form, he was always unruly and would never be willing to act in a restrained manner. He found it more comfortable and pleasant to be invisible.

At that moment, he reached out and grabbed a barrel of fine wine, tilted his head back and gulped it down in large mouthfuls, splashing the wine everywhere and wetting his clothes.

After finishing the drink in one gulp, he wiped his mouth, looking satisfied, and said casually, "Vallon, come here."

The sound seemed to pierce through the void, drilling straight into Valon's ears, as if it were a call from destiny.

Valon shuddered and, not daring to delay, hurriedly walked to the bed, head bowed, barely daring to breathe, like a child who had made a mistake facing a strict teacher. He had completely lost his previous ease and carefree demeanor, and was like a wilted eggplant.

Jiang Shinian glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if a secret plot was about to unfold, like the calm before the storm, concealing hidden secrets.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

Valon's face was all smiles, his fawning manner like a lapdog trotting over to its master, standing respectfully by the bed, his body slightly bowed, his head lowered, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Go and clear out the most secluded and darkest room on this ship. It must be very sturdy. I need it."

Jiang Shinian's hoarse and deep voice, like the sound of an old bellows being pulled, echoed softly in the quiet air, exuding an unquestionable authority, as if every word he uttered was a golden rule that had to be obeyed unconditionally.

Valon looked up at the large bed in front of him and saw only a huge dent on it, as if it were the mark left by a giant beast lying on its side.

Apart from that, there is nothing.

For a moment, he had the strange illusion that he was talking to thin air. If it weren't for the conspicuous indentation and the clear, warm voice in his ear, he would have been convinced that the Holy Lord was playing a trick on him, or that he had been inexplicably dragged into a bizarre dream.

Just then, in the shadows beneath the parasol, as if ink were churning, a ghostly soldier silently appeared amidst the shifting shadows.

The soldier was surrounded by a thick aura of darkness, like a ghost of the night, with only his scarlet eyes flashing with an eerie light, like two flickering will-o'-the-wisps in the dark.

"What did you find?" Jiang Shinian asked indifferently, his calm tone causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees, as if an invisible pressure was quietly spreading.

The shadow ninja's crimson eyes flashed, and like a machine receiving instructions, he quickly took out a piece of white paper from his pocket, gently placed it on the round table where the food was laid out, and then began to write.

Since Jiang Shinian completely took control of the Nija Mask and cleverly used the black energy that had been drifting during his resurrection to refine it, the Shadow Ninja's intelligence, which had been slowly accumulating, has become even more profound, as if an innocent child has opened his mind.

Chapter 130 Tempting Valmont

This shadowy ninja, who had always been dedicated to delivering information, was now incredibly skilled at writing. The awkwardness and crooked handwriting of the past were gone. His pen moved smoothly and each character fell neatly, just like a normal person's writing.

After a while, the shadowy soldier put down his pen, respectfully held the white paper in both hands, and was about to hand it to Jiang Shinian.

Suddenly, an invisible force enveloped the white paper, as if it were being pulled by an invisible giant hand.

With a "whoosh," it flew straight to Jiang Shinian's front.

A striking line of large characters appeared on the paper: "The vampire in the castle has been found."

Jiang Shinian's previously dark eyes suddenly lit up, as if stars in the dark night had suddenly shone brightly: "Oh?"

Since the upgrade of his mask, Jiang Shinian's forces have become increasingly abundant, like an invisible net slowly spreading across the world map, constantly searching for ancient treasures hidden in the dust of time.

That mysterious vampire was also one of his long-cherished targets, so he dispatched a massive number of shadow soldiers to various places to conduct a thorough search of the ancient castle.

After all, his study of magic was still in its early stages, and many of his magical effects remained theoretical and urgently needed to be verified through practical application.

A vampire who also possesses an immortal body and can repair its own damage would undoubtedly be an excellent "test subject".

"Go back."

Jiang Shinian raised his hand slightly and waved it, as if brushing away dust. The dark figure respectfully nodded, as if it had merged into the ink droplet of the night, and instantly disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

"Valon."

“My Lord, I am here,” Valon replied hastily, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

"You've taken the wealth from my palace, haven't you?" Jiang Shinian asked, his voice like the long tolling of an ancient bell, reverberating through the air.

"Yes, Holy Lord, those ugly... Your men have already taken my share of the financial report."

As Valon spoke, he slightly raised his head, his eyes glancing at the large bed out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that it was still empty, his heart skipped a beat.

Would the devil try to steal my money?

"Very good. Now, I'll give you another task."

As Jiang Shinian slowly shed the hidden power of the snake talisman, it was as if a mysterious veil was being lifted, gradually revealing its true form.

His scarlet eyes, like blood-red rubies, shone brightly, exuding a chilling aura and supreme pressure.

"Mission? What mission? Money... I mean, please give me any missions you have, Your Majesty."

Valon's eyes lit up, like a long-starved mouse seeing rice, their light gleaming with greed and anticipation.

"You can't go back to the Black Hand Building now. Besides, my battle with Jackie Chan has turned that building into a dangerous structure that could collapse at any moment. District 13 has also forcefully destroyed your businesses. You and your men have nowhere to go now, otherwise you wouldn't be drifting on this ocean."

Jiang's bloodthirsty eyes were fixed on Walong, and a mysterious light flashed between his brows, like a serpent moving about, shifting and turning.

The entire dragon head was covered with a dark gold luster, noble and extraordinary, as if a god had descended to earth, and just looking at it inspired awe.

"Huh?" Valon was taken aback, full of doubt.

Is Shendu's skin naturally golden?

I vaguely remember it being green? Or is it just my imagination, and it was actually gold?

He pondered to himself, but quickly suppressed those thoughts. After all, what the Holy Lord looked like wasn't the key; the mission and the reward were the most important things.

He nodded slightly and replied, "Yes, Holy Lord, I am considering whether to go to another country, establish a new identity, and lead my brothers to transform into legitimate businesses."

Jiang Shi Nian nodded slightly, as if an emperor were granting permission to a minister to offer advice: "How about this?"

His hoarse voice, like the cry of an owl, echoed eerily in the air.

"Since the Ugly Kingdom's high-ranking officials have given up on everything, why don't you play along and pretend to be a noble descendant with deep connections to mysterious forces and knowledge of advanced magic, and go to make contact with the high-ranking officials of other countries? Isn't that exactly the kind of role you are?"

Jiang Shinian chuckled softly, his laughter like a bewitching melody, causing Valon to unconsciously nod along.

"You teach magic to these high-ranking officials of these countries, thereby getting them to protect you and your subordinates. As for your businesses, they will probably flourish with the help of these people, right?" Jiang Shinian asked, raising an eyebrow.

Valon frowned in deep thought, nodded after a moment, but quickly shook his head, looking troubled: "But Holy Lord, I don't know magic!"

"hehe......"

Jiang Shinian's lips curled up into a meaningful smile, like a wise man who knew everything.

"Magic is easy to learn. Besides, you only need to know how to 'speak' it. As for how to perform 'miracles,' the Shadow Ninja will help you achieve that."

"Think about it, with the support of high-ranking officials from several countries, at what rate will your assets accumulate? At that time, even without the wealth I give you, you will be richer than a country on your own."

The devilish whispers swirled in his ears like a bewitching spell, causing Valon's blood to rush, his heart to pound, and his veins to throb.

"And all you need to do is tell the high-ranking officials of those countries that many of your important magical data, ancient treasures, and springs that can prolong life and increase lifespan have been swallowed up by the Ugly Kingdom. They want to dominate the world, just like before," Jiang Shinian said leisurely.

Valon frowned, his face full of worry, and he began to have doubts.

If I go to other countries, will I be treated with courtesy, or will I be imprisoned?

As if seeing through his thoughts, Jiang Shinian smiled again: "You just need to throw out the basic magic book I gave you. Those countries that haven't yet experienced a large-scale arrival of mysterious forces and have no resources of their own will treat you like a treasure. Moreover, my shadows will protect you. In those places, these shadows are invincible and can protect your safety."

Valon's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. The Holy Lord's plan was like a cannonball coated in sugar, extremely tempting.

He was frowning with worry about the next step of the plan, like a headless fly bumping around, when this devil pointed him in the right direction.

He stole a glance at the golden dragon head, then quickly lowered his head, thinking to himself.

This direction is somewhat dangerous, but the benefits outweigh the risks.

Based on his years of experience and worldly wisdom, he immediately understood the hidden meaning in the devil's words—this devil's goal was probably to stir up chaos in the world and use those wavering, opportunistic Western countries to put pressure on the Ugly country and create trouble.

The extraordinary phenomena caused by the resurrection of the Holy Lord are known throughout the world. Now, what I need to do is to bring the magic into the open and make the whole world clearly realize that the heavens are about to change.

Chapter 131 Recruitment

Before that terrifying phenomenon that blotted out the sky and seemed like the end of the world, the whole world seemed to have been silenced, as if a cicada had been put on a silent button.

But who could have imagined that a mysterious power, capable of contending with that terrifying creature, was lurking within the borders of the United States?

This power was like a giant beast lurking in the shadows, silent most of the time, but capable of unleashing astonishing energy at crucial moments, forcefully resisting the surging tide of darkness.

The news sent shockwaves through countries around the world.

What will other countries think? This is undoubtedly a bombshell, exposing the hidden corners of the minds of various countries.

Looking around, besides that ancient country in the East, which has inherited thousands of years of heritage and remains unmoved even if Mount Tai collapses before it, who else can be so calm and composed, regarding the strength of the Ugly Country as nothing?

Which other country doesn't secretly fear and revere the United States' formidable strength?

Jiang's plan over the past ten years was ingenious. He sent Valon on a visit to another country as a descendant of a magician who had suffered cruel persecution in the United States.

Valon was a shrewd and perceptive man who knew people very well.

By simply exaggerating the current situation of the United States, one can accurately strike at the most sensitive nerve in other countries' hearts—their sense of crisis.

This sense of crisis is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that make monarchs around the world lose their appetite and sleep. It will inevitably drive them to frequently attack the United States. Under the undercurrents, the international situation is on the verge of exploding.

After all, the root cause of countless civil wars in human history is nothing more than the pursuit of "interests".

"The world is bustling with activity, all for the sake of profit."

This timeless proverb is a precise summary of humanity's profit-seeking nature.

When the balance of interests is disrupted, various forces will inevitably fight to the death in order to gain a place in this ever-changing world order.

Jiang knew this deeply over the past ten years.

Once the world descends into such chaos, it's as if a vast stage has been erected for him, allowing him to remain hidden behind the scenes and secretly plot even more earth-shattering schemes.

Valon's eyes were sharp. Over the years, he had worked his way up in both the underworld and the legitimate world, experiencing countless power struggles and intrigues. He had developed a keen eye that allowed him to see through the world and understand the true nature of people's hearts.

He knew very well that if he assisted the Holy Lord this time, he would be lighting the fuse himself, and the whole world would be thrown into turmoil, ushering in an unprecedented upheaval.