Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

The previously ferocious crimson in his pupils shrank rapidly to a tiny red dot, and deep within his eyes was fear and terror, like a frightened trapped beast that had lost the courage to resist.

"you you you..."

The vampire stammered, his usual ferocity and ruthlessness completely gone, still reeling from the enormous shock.

The few loyal vampire servants beside him, who were like vicious dogs protecting their master, could not suppress their anger and obsession with protecting their master, and took the initiative to attack.

The four ugly creatures moved with lightning speed, roaring as they pounced on Jiang Shinian. Their bared teeth and claws were as fierce as four unsheathed blades, slicing through the air and making sharp, piercing sounds.

Jiang Shinian, like a king who reigns supreme and looks down upon all living beings, merely glanced at them indifferently. His gaze was like a cold, icy star, exuding endless pressure.

In his eyes, arcs of electricity flashed and crackled, like blue electric snakes intertwining and meandering, with leaping sparks burning brightly deep within his eyes, radiating a chilling aura of danger.

Immediately afterwards, four dazzling beams of light, like lasers, burst forth. Wherever the light touched, the air seemed to be cut by sharp blades, hissing and even rippling with visible light.

In an instant, the intense light struck the four ugly creatures with unerring accuracy, the whole process as swift as a meteor falling to earth, carrying an irresistible destructive force.

Those ugly monsters didn't even have time to let out a scream; their roars during the charge came to an abrupt halt, as if an invisible hand had instantly extinguished a candle flame.

In an instant, their bodies seemed to be swept into another dimension, turning into several wisps of black mist and disappearing without a trace. Only a patch of black powder on the ground, emitting a pungent odor, indicated that they had once existed.

The powder trembled gently in the breeze, like a soul unwilling to vanish, retaining its last trace of resentment.

Afen, Zhou, and Sula, like startled rabbits, scrambled to Jiang Shinian's back, poked their heads out, and stared tremblingly at the pile of black dust, their faces filled with astonishment and their mouths agape as if they could fit an egg inside.

"awesome!"

Ah Fen shouted loudly, his voice trembling slightly from excessive excitement. He immediately realized his lapse in composure and hurriedly changed his words in a flattering manner: "Oh, I mean, Your Majesty, your divine power is almost blinding! I think I will remember your figure forever!"

That fawning face was like that of a lapdog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, displaying the utmost obsequiousness.

Jiang Shinian seemed not to hear the flattering words, his expression cold and stern, like an ancient, unyielding iceberg.

Previously, he had immersed himself in a vast sea of ​​ancient books and secret texts, diligently studying many obscure and difficult-to-understand materials, until the moment the vampire was born.

With his profound cultivation and extremely keen perception, he keenly detected that unique black aura.

In his eyes, this vampire was nothing more than a marginal product "adopted." The mysterious black aura had little effect on strengthening it. After all, his own son was present, shining brightly, making it appear dim and lackluster in comparison.

If Jiang hadn't intentionally released it ten years ago, it would have remained sealed in that dark coffin for who knows how long, never to see the light of day again.

Chapter 146 Who is your master?

At this moment, as Jiang Shinian scrutinized the vampire before him, information flashed through his mind as he pondered to himself.

Lacking the iconic majesty and power of the original vampires, it is most likely a flawed product created by dark energy after a second sealing, greatly diminishing its research value. It would be barely acceptable as a sandbag for magical experiments, better than nothing.

"You've absorbed the life force and blood of several people, yet you're so weak. Although you still have room for improvement, never mind, I was just looking for a punching bag to torment at will anyway."

Jiang Shinian's entire body seemed to be cast in gold, his skin gleaming under the light, like a god descending to earth, exuding an otherworldly aura.

A flash of red light appeared in his eyes, like a flickering will-o'-the-wisp in the dark night. A hoarse, deep voice came from his hideous maw, like the voice of death proclaiming fate, cold and merciless, sending chills down the spine of the listener.

The vampire's pride was shattered. As a noble family of slaying mages who roamed freely in the darkness, the pride and self-respect accumulated over hundreds of years could not be trampled on like this.

Even when faced with such an ancient and powerful being, their inherent stubbornness and pride would never allow them to admit defeat.

"Roar!"

It roared in fury, its brutal eyes fixed on Jiang Shinian, as if it wanted to devour him alive.

The black aura surrounding him resembled raging black flames, surging and burning intensely, enveloping him layer by layer, as if he were wearing a black armor.

With a swift movement, carrying his strongest attack, he charged towards Jiang Shinian like a black meteor, the air in his path seeming to be sliced ​​by a sharp blade, emitting a piercing whistle.

"Like an ant trying to shake a tree." Afu, an observer with a clearer perspective, snorted coldly upon witnessing the vampire's actions, his tone full of disdain and mockery.

Before the words were finished, a high-pitched roar, like the angry cry of a divine dragon, suddenly rang out, deafening and piercing the sky, as if it would shatter every inch of the ancient castle's bricks.

In an instant, five-colored light burst forth like fireworks, dazzling and captivating, appearing even more mysterious and majestic against the backdrop of billowing smoke and dust.

As the light flickered, a terrifying power surged forth, like a raging tide, instantly and precisely striking the vampire with a destructive force.

With a deafening roar, like a thunderclap, the vampire who had been swaggering in front of the Black Hand gang suddenly had a huge hole in his chest, as if he had been pierced by a cannonball. His flesh and blood were flying everywhere, a truly gruesome sight.

He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, making a series of loud bangs along the way.

It crashed through countless room walls in succession, as if the castle had been hit by a violent earthquake, shaking violently, with bricks and stones falling and raising clouds of dust.

In the blink of an eye, this once eerie but relatively intact ancient castle was transformed into a ruin of broken walls and rubble, as if it had survived an apocalyptic catastrophe.

Jiang Shinian did not stop. Like a golden lightning bolt, he moved and drew a dazzling light, smashing through the ruins and disappearing into the depths of the ancient castle.

In an instant, screams and explosions echoed throughout the castle, like a symphony of death resounding among the ruins, sending chills down the spines of those who heard it.

Before long, Jiang Shinian reappeared before everyone, his expression calm, as if he had only done something insignificant, his every move exuding composure.

"Is this power...?"

Looking at the god-like figure before him, Afu was shocked. His usually firm beliefs were like a lone boat in a stormy sea, violently shaken, as if his worldview had been completely overturned.

"Uh... Holy Lord, you are truly amazing... but the antiques in this castle..."

Ah Fen was preoccupied with the task assigned by his boss, and asked in a weak voice, his voice filled with caution, afraid of angering the unpredictable and powerful man in front of him.

"Humph."

Jiang Shinian snorted lightly, his gaze as cold as lightning sweeping across the surrounding ruins, and asked in return, "Do you see any fragments or remnants of antiques among these ruins?"

"Uh?"

Afen was startled and hurriedly looked around, turning his head left and right like a rattle drum. He saw that apart from dust and rubble, there was no trace of antique fragments in the ruins, as if those antiques had never existed here.

Just as he was wondering, he looked up and saw that the shadowy ninjas beside Jiang Shinian were like ghosts, constantly emerging from the shadows in various corners of the castle. Some of them were clutching old things in their hands, like phantoms of the night, silent and stealthy.

Ah Fen instantly understood that the Holy Lord had already sent shadowy soldiers to take away the antiques before the fight even started, and he had been worrying for nothing. He couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Boom"

Several shadowy ninjas carried a coffin and placed it steadily in front of Jiang Shinian.

Two other shadowy soldiers dragged the dying vampire from the ruins like a dead dog and threw him into a coffin.

The vampire lay limp in the coffin, like a lump of mud, no longer showing any of its previous ferocity.

Seeing the vampire lie back in the coffin, Ah Fu stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Holy Lord, a henchman has betrayed us. He seems to have another master, and he can even use magic and has destroyed that Holy Lock."

"Ah."

Jiang Shinian remained calm, as if he had everything under control, like a wise man who understood all things in the world. He spoke lightly: "This sealing magic is inherently strong inside and weak outside. Even without magic, destroying the Holy Lock is not difficult. As for its own strength, it is not necessarily that strong."

As soon as she finished speaking, several shadowy ninjas, like well-trained hunting dogs, moved out again and dragged Yati to the crowd like a dead dog in the blink of an eye, then threw her to the ground.

Yadi collapsed to the ground in a sorry state, her face filled with terror, like a lamb to the slaughter, powerless to resist.

......

Night fell like a huge, ink-soaked velvet cloth, pressing heavily on the earth, so thick that it almost extinguished the last glimmer of light in the world.

The ancient castle stood silently in the deathly darkness, like a primordial beast that had slept for a thousand years and exuded an aura of decay.

The mottled stone wall gleamed faintly with a cold light under the dim moonlight. Each crack seemed like the gaping maw of time, silently telling the story of the passing of past glories.

Jiang Shinian's figure was hidden in the thick, inky darkness. Only his dragon eyes, burning with scarlet flames, were like two incomparably sharp blades that could pierce through the void, mercilessly penetrating the darkness.

His chilling gaze was fixed on the trembling black-clad ninja before him, his hoarse, low voice like the sinister whisper of a demon in the cold night.

He squeezed out each word from between his teeth: "Tell me your master's name."

The sound seemed to carry tangible ice shards, and wherever it passed, the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly.

"hehe……"

The shadowy ninja managed to squeeze out a few broken and eerie laughs.

Chapter 147 Valon, is your crew a spy den?

The sound was like the final, nervous sobs of a dying person, echoing faintly in the empty front hall of the ancient castle.

This made the chill of this gloomy place suddenly deepen, as if an invisible, icy hand was slowly climbing up the spine.

Jiang Shinian's brows furrowed instantly, his dragon eyes narrowed dangerously, and the bloody light in his pupils seemed to be a tangible vortex of killing intent, surging and rolling.

He glanced coldly at the shadowy soldier beside him.

In an instant, a shadowy soldier flashed out like a ghost, his lean yet powerful hands like cold iron clamps.

He grabbed Yadi's hair tightly and then exerted force swiftly.

Yadi's head slammed against the cold, hard ground with a thud, like an out-of-control sandbag.

The dull thuds of impact were deafening in the deathly silence, each strike like a heavy hammer blow to the heart, raising clouds of dust.

Like the death drumbeats that herald a demon's feast, it exudes a chilling aura.

"Wait……"

Yadi managed to squeeze out a single word, but it was mercilessly drowned out by an even more rapid and fierce "bang bang bang" sound.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, splattering everywhere. He looked extremely disheveled, like a trapped beast struggling in vain.

"Are you willing to talk now?"

Jiang Shinian's tone was frighteningly calm, yet it was like a frozen lake, concealing an endless, chilling cold.

He stared silently at Yati, who lay sprawled on the ground like a rag doll, without a trace of pity in his eyes, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

"puff!"

Yadi coughed up a mouthful of blood, her lips moving weakly, her voice barely audible: "I... I just had some blood in my throat, that's why I didn't answer..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Shinian's eyes flashed with a scarlet light, like the prelude to an impending eruption of karmic fire, the surging rage almost igniting the surrounding darkness.

However, he managed to suppress his anger, remaining completely still, like a statue of a dark demon god, coldly and majestically gazing at Yati.

The surging darkness around him seemed to come alive, twisting and swirling in wisps, as if echoing the violent emotions his master was trying so hard to suppress.

"My...my master is...Pfft!!"

Yadi's words came to an abrupt halt. In that instant, a thick, ink-like black aura, resembling black lightning, surged and converged from all directions.

Like an evil python coiling around Yati's head, pouring straight into his skull.

"boom!"