Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

"Only by becoming a bloodline can one hope to break free from this confinement, walk in the light, and be reborn."

"what?"

The newcomers in the back row looked as if they had heard a death sentence. Their faces turned ashen, their eyes widened as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets, and they looked at each other in horror. Their bodies trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Be sucked dry like a corpse?"

"We still have to be slaves to these mummified corpses?"

Exclamations rose and fell like firecrackers exploding, and someone asked tremblingly, "What kind of bloodline can be immune to sunlight? What qualifications are needed to become a bloodline?"

Jiang Shinian shifted his gaze slightly, as if he were a god who could see through everything, and looked at Afu. He was not surprised by the question. The fact that Afu could see the key point and ask the precise question in the midst of the chaos was what made Afu different and exceptionally intelligent.

My gaze shifted and landed on the thin man with a round head at the end of the line. A striking and horrifying scar ran from the lower left side of his face to his neck, like a ferocious, roaring centipede, telling the story of his tragic and bloody past. This was Yadi.

In Valon, a black hand organization full of ruthless characters and surrounded by wolves, it was common for people to have a few "marks" on them. Jiang Shinian did not pay much attention to this and treated it as a common occurrence.

"interesting."

Jiang Shi Nian grinned, revealing his menacing fangs, like a demon of the night revealing its ferocious face, and let out a strange laugh that sounded like a barbell colliding and was deafening.

"Only a vampire that feeds on your life force, after absorbing enough energy to completely transform into a mortal and freely switch forms, can produce offspring that are unafraid of sunlight."

"As for the path to becoming a bloodline, well, whether the vampires in this castle have that ability is another matter."

"You must understand that this is a profound transformation at the level of bloodline and soul, which is by no means easy. One must respectfully address the vampire who has transformed him as 'father' and establish a close and strange bloodline connection, which is like a soul contract that one can never break free from in his lifetime."

Jiang's hoarse voice echoed faintly in the quiet night, like the midnight bell of an ancient temple, adding a touch of eeriness.

This lengthy discourse was actually intended for Afu's ears.

Such a talented and resilient person was truly wasted under Valon's command, like a pearl hidden in dust.

For Afu, who was single-mindedly pursuing power and yearning to join the ranks of the strong, these words were like a magical seed that silently fell into his heart, perhaps giving rise to the thought that "it wouldn't hurt to join the demon camp," as if a bewitching lamp had been quietly lit in his heart.

Of course, becoming a vampire is by no means the best option. In comparison, if one wants to break through the limits of humanity, seeking the help of the Holy Lord is a wise move, like finding a guiding light in the darkest night.

"Why doesn't Your Majesty personally explore the ancient castle?"

"Yes, we're just ordinary mortals. What if we get drained of our life force and become their henchmen, turning against you instead?"

Yadi and her other henchman couldn't contain themselves any longer, and asked anxiously, their voices filled with unease.

"Humph."

Jiang Shi Nian exhaled a few sparks from his nostrils, as if an angry demon had manifested its power, his expression displeased.

"The ancient castle was heavily shrouded in righteous magic, like an indestructible sacred fortress, at the time when a family of righteous mages was tragically wiped out."

"The desperate seal, erected by sacrificing the entire clan's strength, was intended to imprison that vampire in the darkness forever, preventing him from ever being reborn, as if the clan's destiny had been used to forge a cage."

"Although I have the ability to break the seal."

“But once we take action, we will inevitably expose our whereabouts. Nowadays, human technology is so advanced that it is like countless eyes hidden in the dark. We can track down your lair by following the slightest clues.”

“I am not afraid, but the ship is full of your Black Hand organization’s assets. Before Valon finds a new safe haven, are you willing to take this risk and ask me to take action?”

"But……"

The crowd wanted to argue, like stubborn children who refused to give up, but Jiang Shi Nian raised his hand to interrupt them, like an authoritative emperor whose authority was beyond question.

"Listen carefully, before the coffin sealing the vampire is opened, my shadow soldiers must not approach. That righteous power will keep them out, like a sacred barrier."

"You only need to open the coffin to leave quickly; there's no need to linger in the fight."

“A newly awakened vampire has severely degenerated bodily functions. If you hold your breath and conceal your presence, it will have difficulty detecting you, as if you were a blind person in the dark.”

"Really...really?"

Zhou subconsciously adjusted his sunglasses, as if to hide his inner panic, and asked weakly, his voice barely audible.

"of course."

Jiang Shi Nian crossed his arms, his tone leaving no room for doubt, as if proclaiming a divine decree, "Set off. I await good news here. I hope you will not disappoint me."

After speaking, he stood silently like a sculpture in the dark night, watching the crowd move forward, but the pressure emanating from his body grew stronger, as if urging them on silently.

The thick, inky night, like a giant curtain woven from endless darkness, slowly descended from the top of the sky, covering the entire sky completely.

Layer upon layer of dark clouds, like a leaden fortress piled up by an angry god, pressed down heavily with the force of Mount Tai, swallowing up every inch of light that might leak through.

Imprisoned by the dark clouds, the moonlight struggled to pierce through, managing only a few wisps of cold, frosty light, like fine silver dust, weakly scattering across the earth.

The stars seemed to be mercilessly swallowed up by the extremely thick darkness of the night, disappearing without a trace, completely losing their former brilliance.

Afu was like a towering, indestructible mountain, with a tall, strong, and robust figure. He exuded a calm and reassuring aura and walked steadily at the front of the group.

Behind him followed a group of elite members of the Black Hand Gang, each with a different expression, yet all unable to conceal their nervousness.

The group slowly made their way along the winding, gloomy, and secluded ancient path, with the towering trees on both sides resembling silent but scheming guardians.

The wind cast eerily shaped shadows, and like a mournful ghost, it weaved through the gaps in the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound, as if whispering an ominous prophecy, or as if lamenting the desolation of the dark night.

"Would the Holy Lord use us as guinea pigs to feed the vampires?"

In the group, someone lowered their voice and muttered something under their breath.

The sound was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples and prompting whispers among the crowd.

"It shouldn't be...it shouldn't be..."

Some people echoed him tremblingly, but their confidence was clearly lacking, and their voices were filled with barely concealed fear.

Chapter 138 The Old Man Selling Antiques

"Why not? The Holy Lord said that a vampire needs to consume the life force of several people to become stronger. The one that just came out of the coffin is just an invisible 'beast.' What the Holy Lord wants are test subjects with stronger physiques. Aren't we ready-made 'bait'?"

These words sent chills down everyone's spines. Several people involuntarily gathered together, arguing back and forth, as if trying to use the noise to dispel the fear that clung to their hearts like a leech.

"Okay, we're here."

Just as the noise began to rise, Afu's deep, powerful voice, like a booming bell, rang out at the right time, instantly breaking the slightly chaotic situation.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up and saw a noble castle that seemed to have struggled out of the dust of time, standing quietly before them.

The ancient castle resembled a frail, weathered old man, exuding an aura of decay, decay, loneliness, and desolation.

Under the dark sky, the cold moonlight, like a layer of icy silver gauze, draped the ancient castle in a gloomy and eerie cloak.

The fortress is built of ancient bricks that have been worn by time, and is full of mottled marks gnawed and eroded by time. Every crack and every dent seems to be silently telling the story of past rise and fall.

In the desolate garden, dark green vines, like withered and gnarled fingers, yet with an extremely tenacious vitality, spread and grow wildly. Some even meandered into the window frames, as if persistently searching for the castle's former glory, or as if showing the world the ruthlessness of time.

As Afu and his group quietly approached, the crows that had been perched on the castle roof like black ghosts seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere instantly and suddenly took flight.

Suddenly, the croaking sound pierced the deathly silence of the night, startling everyone and sending chills down their spines, as if a jolt of electricity had instantly coursed through their bodies.

At the same time, the old, decaying gate of the castle, which was tightly closed like the sharp teeth of an ancient beast, suddenly burst open without warning.

The creaking sound of the decaying door hinges turning was like the painful, desperate roar of an ancient castle, echoing through the gloomy and silent forest, striking deep into people's hearts and making their hearts beat faster.

Suddenly, a ferocious and terrifying wolf head peeked out from between the cracks in the door. Its gaping maw was wide open, and its white fangs gleamed coldly in the thin moonlight. Its emerald eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps leaping from the depths of a dark pool, stared straight at the crowd, exuding a chilling ferocity and greed.

"My grass!"

Ah Fen's face turned deathly pale instantly, like a frightened rabbit. He leaped forward, his hands gripping Ah Fu's thick, thigh-like arms like pincers, his body trembling uncontrollably, his teeth chattering.

Ah Fu's strong, powerful muscles tensed slightly, like a solid and reliable barrier, which gave Ah Fen some comfort and calmed his flustered heart a little.

"Hey! That's not real, come down!"

Although Rasu was also terrified, her heart pounding and cold sweat pouring down her face, she still tried to remain calm, stepped forward, grabbed Ah Fen, and used all her strength to pull him down.

"Uh……"

Ah Fen looked embarrassed, chuckled awkwardly, and scrambled to hide behind La Su. He touched his nose, his eyes darting away, no longer daring to look directly at the wolf's head.

Having been frightened by his mother's terrifying vampire legends since childhood, he was now haunted by the horrific images described by the Holy Lord. His mind was filled with the fear of becoming a dried-up corpse and being trapped in darkness forever, and he could no longer calm his mind.

"Hello, are you here for the antiques?"

Just as everyone was still in shock, a short, hairy dwarf, almost like a wild man, appeared out of nowhere at the gate, carrying a large pile of old items.

He tilted his head and asked in a voice barely audible, his appearance both somewhat simple-minded and strangely eerie.

"Uh, could you please not just pop up like that?"

Ah Fen, still shaken, patted his bright white clothes, secretly annoyed by his conspicuous attire. In this eerie place, it was practically a signal light for vampires, and he feared he would be the first to become their "meal."

"Hello everyone, I am Mr. Lin, who is in charge here. You can call me... Mr. Lin."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man dressed in strange black clothes and with a thin build appeared silently like a ghost.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, his gaze sweeping over everyone like a cold, sharp arrow.

"You're here to buy antiques too, right? My assistant will bring many precious treasures... You didn't drive, you came on foot...?"

Mr. Lin frowned slightly, his words abruptly stopping as he looked behind the group. The dwarf assistant paused, his face full of confusion.

At this moment, Afu stepped forward and said in a booming voice, "The lamb doesn't need to care about the tiger's feelings. You just need to hand over the treasure to us."

Afu's voice was calm and unquestionable, like that of a general issuing orders.

Mr. Lin was stunned for a moment, and after a brief thought, he slowly nodded, signaling his assistant to hand the large stack of items to Afu and the others.

"and many more."

Ah Fu spoke again, his tone still firm.

"In the den of hungry wolves, there is no need for useless junk and waste."

After saying that, he raised his hand and gestured for the people behind him to come forward and check.

"My consultant will help me estimate the price."

Afu turned to look at Afen, gesturing for him to come forward.

Ah Fen immediately straightened his back, his neatly combed hair making him look even more capable, and he stood tall and proud.

He cleared his throat dramatically: "These things are probably not worth enough to adorn our boss's estate."

The young assistant stood there, looking reluctant. He turned to Mr. Lin and muttered, "But these are all good things. I guarantee they are all of top quality."

Mr. Lin gently pushed his assistant, shoving him towards the crowd: "In that case, you can check it again."

Ah Fen raised his hand and earnestly began to deflect the question from Mr. Lin, saying, "I already said that."