Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

This face is quite handsome, like a finely carved jade, but his actions are so mercenary and obsequious that it's infuriating. I really want to tear that fawning face off with my claws and see if he can still put on that slutty act.

Valon, who was beckoning his men to hurry over, suddenly shivered all over, as if a polar wind had pierced through his clothes, chilling him to the bone and making his soul tremble.

But the chill was fleeting. He assumed it was just the damp sea breeze and the salty seawater, and that he was feeling unwell from being at sea for so long, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

"What are you all dawdling for! The Holy Lord is still waiting!"

Seeing his subordinate trot up to him, Valon nodded in satisfaction. He was about to assign tasks when he suddenly stopped, his brows furrowing. His sharp gaze swept around the room like a hawk locking onto its prey, and he asked in a stern voice, "Where is Tru?"

Ah Fen and the others exchanged glances, their faces showing reluctance. Finally, Ah Fen mustered his courage and stammered, "Boss... Boss, Tru... ..."

Seeing that Valon's eyes were getting fiercer, like a volcano about to erupt, Afen gritted his teeth and blurted out, "After Tru made a stop to resupply last time, he seemed to have vanished into thin air and hasn't shown his face since!"

Valon's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits in an instant, his aura blazing like a raging fire, intensely hot and scorching the surrounding air, making it difficult to breathe.

Jiang Shinian watched the battle quietly from the sidelines, unsurprised by the situation.

Tru was a man of integrity, and who knows what he went through after boarding the ship that led him to resolutely betray the ship and join the righteous camp.

In Jiang Shinian's eyes, Tru was nothing more than an insignificant pawn. It was not worth the trouble to confront the righteous forces head-on to stop him, which would only waste his own strength and be a loss.

The game of chess in this world is ever-changing. Sometimes a single mistake can be tolerated, but there is no need to lose sight of the bigger picture and disrupt the entire plan.

"Amin, call Tru!"

Valon gripped the scepter tightly with both hands, the scepter trembling slightly with its master's anger. His voice was deep and low, as if from the depths of hell, carrying a chilling coldness, each word as if wrapped in shards of ice.

Yadi quickly took out her phone, dialed the number, and heard a "beep-beep-" waiting tone from the receiver.

The monotonous sound was particularly jarring at that moment.

A moment later, with a "smack," the phone was hung up, like a resounding slap across everyone's face.

"Hit again!"

Valon glared at him and shouted, his eyes blazing with fury.

Yadi's fingers trembled as she pressed the redial button again, but the result was the same; the call was ruthlessly cut off as soon as it rang, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

"That's enough, Valon."

Jiang Shinian's hoarse voice suddenly rang out, like the cry of a night owl, startling several Mafia elites who trembled as if they had been electrocuted.

"Tru's departure must be orchestrated by Jackie Chan and his associates. You are powerless to reverse the situation now and cannot stop him from joining the righteous camp."

"But he is me..."

Valon stopped mid-sentence, remained silent for a long time, then slowly nodded, a hint of desolation and resentment flashing in his eyes.

"Jackie Chan... Oh well, I get it."

Turning to Ah Fen and the others, he waved his hand and said, "Ah Fen, the Holy Lord has instructed you to go and help him properly."

After saying this, he bowed slightly to Jiang Shinian, showing proper etiquette and respect, then turned away dejectedly and walked heavily toward the cabin.

He muttered to himself as he walked, "Remember to pay for the antiques in advance. My subordinates are working overtime, so their wages can't be reduced."

His back view was desolate, revealing a sense of helplessness and vicissitude, like a defeated general leaving the stage in sorrow.

"Antiques? What antiques?"

Rasu hunched over, scratching his head with a puzzled look on his face, as if he were completely baffled.

Zhou pushed up his large sunglasses and confidently replied, "The boss must have sold us out again!"

Ah Fen agreed wholeheartedly and nodded repeatedly. The other elites who had been brought in to make up the numbers also chimed in, and the noise rose and fell.

"Humph!"

In the void, Jiang Shinian let out a cold snort, which sounded like a thunderclap, making everyone's ears ring.

Ah Fen snapped to attention, immediately turned around, and bowed respectfully: "Holy Lord, we are ready and await your command!"

The only response he received was the gentle sea breeze and the rustling of his clothes; all around was deathly silent, as if even the air itself had frozen.

In an instant, dark waves surged from all sides of the ship, like a raging black tide, with tremendous momentum.

It resembles viscous black silk surging wildly, both dynamic and unpredictable.

Like viscous ink slowly climbing, it dimmed the light and shadow wherever it went. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped everyone, like a black behemoth with its gaping maw, swallowing its prey whole.

Yadi and the others looked terrified and disgusted, struggling and twisting instinctively, like trapped beasts in a swamp, trying to break free of their restraints.

In contrast, Rasu and Afen seemed to take it all in stride, their faces calm and composed, like seasoned veterans who had seen it all before.

Afu muttered incantations, uttering strange words as if chanting a mysterious spell.

In the blink of an eye, the black shadow swept through, and everyone disappeared from their original spot, dragged into the Ghost Kingdom.

Upon entering this place, the snake talisman that Jiang Shinian used to conceal his form gradually lost its power, and his dragon body revealed its domineering aura, shining with golden light, as if a war god clad in golden armor had returned.

The scales gleamed, each one like a meticulously polished bronze mirror, reflecting a dazzling light.

The crimson dragon eyes, like burning red lanterns, were dazzling and captivating, seemingly containing endless majesty and mysterious power.

"Holy crap, the Holy Lord is so domineering! How come I didn't notice it before?"

Chapter 136 Vampire

Several Mafia elites were amazed, as if they had witnessed a miracle, but when their eyes swept over the iconic big shorts, they couldn't help but secretly complain, as if a flaw in a beautiful jade ruined its majestic image.

Only Afu, his eyes filled with reverence, exclaimed, "Holy Lord, you have become even more powerful! The power of the Divine Dragon is like a volcano about to erupt, its momentum overwhelming and unstoppable!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shinian's scarlet eyes flashed with a hint of approval.

That Black Tiger Afu has a sharp eye; he didn't pick him for nothing!

To be able to accurately describe the changes in one's strength at such a momentous time is a testament to the effort I've put into him.

"Shh!"

Like a black torrent suddenly surging from the depths of the night, the shadowy figure swept in like a turbulent, unstoppable tide.

The dark shadows surged and surged, like a group of demonic ghosts from the deepest hell, baring their fangs and claws, dancing wildly.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Shinian, accompanied by a chilling aura and eight capable subordinates from the Black Hand organization, appeared on the island of Ireland as if traversing a rift in the void.

At this moment, the night sky is like an aging painter, wielding a huge, lead-gray brush, heavily and slowly drawing down an impenetrable curtain over the heavens.

The dark clouds, like mountains of lead, piled up layer upon layer, completely obscuring the brilliant light of the stars and moon, making the sky resemble an inverted, deep, and boundless black cauldron, so oppressive and suffocating that it was hard to breathe.

The earth seemed to be filled with endless ink, and the thick darkness spread rampantly, devouring every inch of land.

Only the cold moonlight, like fine silver frost struggling to break through the heavy obstruction of the clouds, scattered sparsely across the silent, sleeping forest.

A gentle breeze stirred, and the mountains and forests seemed like a mysterious beast quietly awakened from a long dream, murmuring softly.

The branches and leaves, like frightened children, trembled and swayed incessantly.

The cold wind, like a mournful ghost, howled through the winding forest path, emitting chilling and shrill sounds like the howling of wild wolves, as if lamenting the sorrowful lament buried deep in the long river of time.

A few crows, like sprites hurrying through the night, flew past, cooing and their sharp cries sounding like blades.

In an instant, it pierced the thick, inky silence in this vast, deserted place, a mysterious and secluded place that seemed like another world.

It adds a touch of gloom and eeriness, as if playing a strange melody from the dark underworld.

Jiang Shinian stood quietly in the thick, inky shadows on the riverbank, his figure seemingly blending completely into the surrounding darkness. Only his scarlet eyes, like burning embers in the darkness, were intensely captivating and mesmerizing.

His gaze, like a tangible blade, slowly swept over the eight Black Hand gang elites before him, their faces filled with fear. A hoarse, deep voice, like sandpaper being rubbed, emanated from his throat: "Look, ahead, stands an ancient and weathered European castle."

Time, like a merciless sculptor, has carved countless, startling marks on its mottled bricks. It stands here quietly, like an old man in his twilight years, silently telling the legends and vicissitudes of the past in the long passage of time.

"In the castle lives a vampire, an ancient bloodline that has lived for a long time, as if it had emerged from the dust of history, and knows countless secrets hidden in the cracks of time."

"vampire?"

Upon hearing this, everyone reacted as if struck by a thunderclap in the dark night, exchanging bewildered glances with surprise and fear in their eyes, their pupils contracting sharply.

The brief silence was like frozen air, suffocating.

Then Afu took the lead, cupped his hands, bowed slightly, and mustered his courage to ask, "Holy Lord, what is the purpose of your search for that vampire?"

Jiang Shinian tilted his head slightly, as if trying to pierce through the thick night and look in the direction where the ancient castle was hidden, and said slowly, "This is the oldest known vampire in the world, a living fossil of the vampire race. The sedimentation of time has accumulated on it into a mysterious treasure trove."

"I am searching through the vast demonic path for a crucial opportunity to advance and elevate my own magic, and this is the perfect and rare test subject."

"Furthermore, the castle contains a wealth of rare and dazzling magical materials, treasures carefully collected and preserved by the vampires over the long years. It also contains relics of a righteous mage family, carrying the legacy of a glorious magical civilization and mysterious power."

"Of course, as payment for your service, the antiques to be delivered to Valon are all hidden in the castle's intricate corridors and secret rooms."

He spoke with that unique, hoarse voice, as if from the depths of hell, speaking calmly and serenely, yet stirring up a storm in the hearts of his listeners, leaving them deeply disturbed.

"Uh……"

Some people hesitated, their lips trembling slightly, and stammered.

"So, Holy Lord, you used our boss's men to explore this unknown and dangerous place, and in the end only gave the boss some 'scraps'? Isn't that... getting something for nothing? In the end, didn't all the benefits go into your own pocket?"

Halfway through his sentence, he seemed to realize something was amiss, noticing that his companions were all acting as if it were none of their business, heads bowed and pretending nothing was wrong.

Then, she met Jiang Shinian's sharp eyes, which seemed to emit lasers and pierce through the soul. Her heart tightened instantly, as if an invisible hand had gripped her throat. Her voice stopped abruptly, her neck stiffened, and she slowly lowered her head, silent as a cicada in winter, cold sweat quietly seeping from her forehead.

"But...but what if we can't beat that vampire?"

Rasu scratched his head, feeling that asking the question at this moment was somewhat inappropriate, like a reckless child speaking out rashly in a serious lecture hall. However, he still braced himself and weakly expressed his worries. His voice trembled slightly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

"hehe."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shinian let out a low laugh, like the hooting of a night owl, with a hint of amusement and mockery, as if the ruler of the night were looking down on the struggling ants.

"If you are no match for it, you will become its prey. It will be like a greedy demon, sucking out your life force and turning your vibrant and full bodies into withered and rotten sacks in an instant, turning you into lifeless, withered corpses."

"Magic and the power of blood are like an evil curse that will erode your soul and tame you into lowly servants without any independent consciousness, who only know how to blindly obey. You will not even be qualified to join the ranks of the bloodline and inherit the noble bloodline of the vampires. You will completely lose your mind and become walking corpses, with no day of liberation in the dark night."

He paused, a strange, eerie light flashing in his eyes, like phosphorescence in the dark night, and continued, "However, this process was not entirely without 'gains'."

"After the transformation, the withered body will contain immense power, as if it has been infused with the power of an ancient demon god. It can easily lift objects several times its own size. Moving mountains and filling seas may be an exaggeration, but it can still be called divine power."

Chapter 137 Castle

"The senses will also be greatly enhanced, and the movements will be agile and ghostly, possessing extraordinary speed, as if instantly teleporting between light and shadow."

"However, for the rest of my life I will be cut off from the sunlight and can only hide in dark, damp corners like sewers, like an abandoned child rejected by the light, unable to see the sun."