Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Against the backdrop of this grand era where mysterious forces are emerging like bamboo shoots after spring, nations are like lone boats adrift in turbulent waves. Their desire for self-preservation and the pursuit of power and profit are growing ever more intense. Like fishermen who have been starving for a long time, they will likely bite into the bait without hesitation.

Jiang himself never slacked off in the slightest.

The most important thing right now is to diligently accumulate strength like a craftsman, carefully laying a solid foundation for future grand ambitions.

With a wave of his long sleeves, he summoned a group of shadowy ninjas whose figures were hidden like phantoms in the night. With a cold expression, he assigned the copying task: "First, carefully copy thousands of those books containing exquisite little magic that I have painstakingly collected, word by word and stroke by stroke."

"Next, we need to devote even more effort to copying tens of thousands of professional books on the magnificent chapters of the history of magic and the ingredients for magic potions."

"Finally, carefully select some seemingly useless books that occasionally mention magical legends between the lines, and pack them up and organize them properly."

After these books were copied, they were all solemnly handed over to Valon, who was ordered to disguise himself as a destitute wandering monk who had suffered cruel persecution in the Ugly Kingdom and was now displaced.

He pretends to travel around lecturing, but in reality he harbors cunning intentions and goes to various parts of the world to "sell his knowledge"—to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a carefully planned journey of deception and fraud.

Jiang Shi Nian knew perfectly well that in the current turbulent situation, these magic books were undoubtedly rare treasures coveted by everyone.

When high-ranking officials from various countries see this, their eyes will light up, like hungry wolves spotting a plump lamb. They will spare no expense to acquire it and will rack their brains and use every trick in the book to win over Valon to their side.

Valon was inherently greedy and avaricious, much like a gluttonous beast that craved gold. With mountains of wealth and prestigious status rolling in, wouldn't he be incredibly motivated and energetic?

In order to firmly maintain this immense wealth, they will inevitably use every means at their disposal to undermine the originally delicate relations between countries.

Once the flames of civil war ignite and the situation descends into chaos, Jiang Shinian will be able to seize the opportunity, like a hunter hidden in the shadows, to take advantage of the situation and greatly expand his mysterious and unpredictable black energy.

What's even better is that he doesn't need to worry at all about the righteous forces taking the opportunity to strengthen Jackie Chan's troublesome enemies.

After all, righteousness is like a loyal guardian who stubbornly protects the homeland, with a firm stance and a single-minded focus on protecting the well-being of humanity.

When humans inflict internal strife and recklessly deplete their own strength, their righteousness will also be weakened, just like a giant tree with damaged roots, whose branches and leaves will gradually wither.

In this way, wouldn't this small cycle that has trapped them for so long just collapse like a burst bubble?

"Alas, when it comes to wisdom and strategy, I am truly unparalleled in this world."

Jiang Shinian was full of pride and self-satisfaction. He held his head high, let out a long sigh, and immersed himself in his ingenious plan, as if he were intoxicated by a rich and mellow wine, his face full of intoxication.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Valon still standing there, looking embarrassed, his fingers unconsciously rubbing together. He looked exactly like a child with ulterior motives, wanting candy, and it was obvious at a glance that he was thinking about money.

What are you still standing here for?

A cold, sharp voice suddenly rang out in the air, like a thunderclap in the cold night, exploding in Valon's ears.

"Um, Holy Lord..."

Valon's face was all smiles, his fawning expression overflowing. He slowly rubbed his index finger and thumb together, his obsequious manner revealing his ulterior motives to anyone who saw him.

Jiang Shinian couldn't help but chuckle at his comical appearance and snorted, "Alright, stop pretending here. The Shadow will prepare the magic books and hand them over to you. You'll get half of the money from selling them. Just go and do your job with peace of mind."

Valon's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Holy Lord! I'll go and prepare right away."

Having said that, he turned and was about to leave.

"and many more."

Jiang called out to Walon, who was about to turn and leave, his voice calm but unquestionable.

"Uh... does the Holy Lord have any further instructions?"

Valon froze, turned around nervously, and asked respectfully.

"How much do you know about Jackie Chan and his crew's recent activities?"

Jiang Shinian's gaze was sharp as a hawk's, fixed on Valon, as if trying to find the truth in his eyes.

Valon quickly turned around, straightened his back, and respectfully reported: "I've been drifting on the ship with my men. Occasionally, when we docked to resupply, I kept an eye out and found out some information."

"According to my subordinates, Jackie Chan and his crew first went back to the antique shop, and then, like birds that have disappeared without a trace, set off for a mysterious place that no one knows about."

Previously, Jackie Chan's main characters and Jiang Shinian's villainous group had a fierce battle. The scene was breathtaking and earth-shattering, as if Ragnarok had descended to earth, causing a great commotion.

Through various advanced channels, the thrilling and magical scenes spread around the world, shocking everyone.

In the scene, the demon is towering and menacing, radiating a terrifying power that seems capable of devouring the heavens and the earth; Jackie Chan, clad in gleaming armor, is awe-inspiring and possesses incredible strength, displaying heroic qualities in every gesture.

The ultimate magic that Old Man unleashed was dazzling, with mysterious runes shimmering in the void, like a divine oracle descended by an ancient deity.

The audience watched on screen, speechless and their hearts pounding, as if they were on a fantastical battlefield.

In an instant, the world's top leaders, like sharks smelling blood, keenly sensed the strong atmosphere of crisis and opportunity coexisting. They knew that if this change was not handled properly, it could completely overturn the existing order and drag the world into an unknown abyss.

Chapter 134 Shocks in Various Countries

In the East, on the land of China, the top leadership of China held an emergency meeting. The atmosphere in the conference room was as heavy as a mountain, as if covered by thick, leaden clouds.

"This appearance and hasty retreat of the demon is like the eerie calm before the storm, which will inevitably trigger a global chain reaction."

"Based on a careful analysis of various signs, the next wave of impact will most likely fall on the United States."

How should we deal with this turbulent situation?

Someone broke the silence and raised this weighty issue.

"Stay calm and hold your ground. Our Chinese civilization has a history spanning thousands of years, with profound cultural heritage and abundant strength, which is sufficient to deal with the vast majority of sudden dangers."

"At present, mysterious forces are reviving, like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil, and chaos is emerging. The primary task is to control the restless and eager magicians in the country. Internal chaos must not be allowed, as this is the foundation."

An experienced and insightful leader spoke calmly, setting the tone in just a few words, like a steady helmsman firmly controlling the course amidst turbulent waves.

"The transmission of mysterious powers in Western countries has unfortunately been interrupted, and at this moment they must be like headless flies, searching everywhere for the whereabouts of magicians."

"We must safeguard China's key secrets and prevent these treasures from leaving the country, but we should also be generous in helping our friendly neighbors. After all, the world situation is changing dramatically, and a small change can have far-reaching consequences. Cooperation and win-win outcomes are the only long-term way to keep up with the times."

Another leader added that his words were sincere and full of a far-sighted perspective.

On the other side of Japan, the argument was equally heated, with everyone arguing heatedly.

"We must obtain magical intelligence from the U.S. and China at all costs! The divine descent occurred in the U.S. this time, and they were able to contend with it, so they must have obtained an unparalleled treasure."

"Moreover, that deity can summon ninjas, and may have a deep connection with our Great Japanese Empire. We must not let the Ugly Kingdom gain the upper hand again and seize the treasures for itself!"

"Quickly gather all the ninja masters in the country, compile all kinds of exquisite ninjutsu, and send people to infiltrate the U.S. and China to steal intelligence. In addition, activate all the spies planted in the U.S. and China, and use any means necessary to get what we want!"

The commander waved his hand and issued a series of orders, his eyes flashing with fanaticism and greed.

On the Korean side, the reaction was even more extreme. The meeting room was filled with fervent enthusiasm, like a pot of boiling water: "Our Korean people are the greatest in the entire universe! That divine dragon is clearly the incarnation of our ancestors! It was prophesied on the ancient stone wall that we have the blood of the divine dragon flowing in our veins, making us true children of the gods! We must obtain the magic manual, so that the power lost by our ancestors can return to Korea and restore Korea's glory!"

The Twilight Club in the West was also in complete chaos, resembling a noisy marketplace.

"What the hell? How could the network suddenly be attacked? Our hackers can't even get into the US's core network?"

Some people roared angrily, their faces turning red, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Forget about that nonsense, they're too busy with their own problems right now! Ask another stupid question and Uncle Magdon's boots might be on your backside! Get your act together and focus all your efforts on finding magical clues!"

The leader impatiently interrupted, loudly urging his men to act, as if a stern overseer were brandishing a whip.

Similar scenes are playing out in countries around the world. As the sun and moon rise and set, many countries remain brightly lit, with no one able to sleep.

The news of the resurgence of mysterious forces was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples and igniting a global magical frenzy.

Countries were in a state of chaos, urgently dispatching envoys and spies to the United States to gather information, while humbly seeking advice and cooperation from China.

At the same time, a thorough search was conducted in areas within the country and even neighboring countries where traces of magic had appeared or might appear, and even martial arts masters who lived in seclusion were brought to light one by one.

The United States has become the epicenter of the storm, with pressure from all sides mounting like a mountain.

The phone rang incessantly, overwhelming the hotlines of various government departments.

The people in the country are filled with anxiety, and there are constant demonstrations and protests in the streets and alleys. People are shouting "freedom" at the top of their lungs, and the situation is chaotic.

The government has to resist external pressure to spy on and seize resources, and it also has to do its best to appease the restless public and maintain social stability. The top officials are overwhelmed and have no clue what to do. They can only struggle in this turbulent undercurrent, like a trapped beast stuck in a swamp.

......

On the vast, boundless, and surging sea, Valon's slightly old but still imposing ship swayed gently with the rising and falling waves, like a steel behemoth lying in wait.

The ship's metal hull gleamed with a cold luster under the sunlight, and the occasional splash of waves lapped against the gunwales, making a crisp sound, as if whispering the mysterious stories of the sea.

Jiang found a quiet corner on the boat and briefly immersed himself in rest.

He leaned back lazily, his eyes lightly closed, the fierce aura emanating from him slightly subdued, like a beast that had retracted its claws.

However, the slight trembling of his clothes still exuded an undeniable sense of oppressive power.

Before long, Jiang Shinian, having rested and recuperated, slowly rose. With a thought, an invisible command, like a mysterious undercurrent, quietly traveled to Walon.

Valon received the summons and rushed over. Despite his best efforts to suppress it, a barely perceptible hint of impatience still surfaced in his eyes.

As the undisputed and imposing leader of the San Francisco Mafia, who usually commands great influence and has a large following of henchmen, when has he ever been so easily ordered around?

Like a supreme overlord, he suddenly became a servant, repeatedly summoned and ordered around by the Holy Lord like a servant, even though he possessed a treasure powerful enough to overturn the status quo and was entrusted with a secret and crucial mission.

I still couldn't save face, and the frustration in my heart was like boiling water, bubbling and churning.

"Holy Lord, what brings you to me this time?"

Valon suppressed his displeasure and forced out a slightly stiff smile as he asked respectfully, though the slight upturn of his lips looked somewhat forced.

"I'll borrow one of your men; each of them can have one antique a day."

Jiang Shinian's voice seemed to emanate slowly from the depths of a still pool, calm and undisturbed, yet it penetrated directly into Walon's ears, each word like a heavy hammer striking his heart.

Valon's previously gloomy face instantly cleared up, as if a golden light had suddenly torn apart a gloomy sky. All the gloom in his heart vanished in an instant. He almost couldn't help but raise his hand and slap himself hard, feeling annoyed that he had just harbored resentment and was ungrateful.

At that moment, his face was plastered with an extremely fawning smile, looking exactly like a lapdog wagging its tail and begging for a bone.

“Of course, no problem, Holy Lord! Why are you being so polite with me? These are trivial matters, not worth mentioning!”

Chapter 135 Tru's Betrayal

Valon smiled, his eyes crinkling with a fawning expression. Before Jiang Shinian could speak again, he interrupted, "But since you've spoken, I can't let you break your promise. Everyone knows you're the most trustworthy devil in the world!"

As he spoke, he quickly pulled out his communicator, his fingertips dancing lightly across the screen, sending out a series of commands like a rapid drumbeat.

Immediately afterward, a stern, cold, and unquestionable voice came through the communicator: "Afen, Lasu, Zhou, Afu, Tru, Bai Gang, Yadi, Dylan, Zhu Dun, your vacation is over! Get on deck right now, quick! Don't dawdle!"

That tone was like a blanket of frost, chilling one's spine.

After hanging up the phone, Valon smiled shyly in Jiang Shinian's direction and explained apologetically, "My Lord, I was worried we wouldn't have enough manpower, so I called a few more. They are all top elites in our Black Hand organization, each ruthless, skillful, and seasoned in the world of martial arts. They will definitely be of great help to you!"

Jiang Shinian narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly, just about to say that only Rasu and a few others were needed, when he saw a large line of people pouring out of the cabin, standing densely packed together, like a group of soldiers waiting to go to war.

He glanced at Valon, who was all smiles, and thought to himself.