Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Jiang Shinian nodded in satisfaction, a faint smile appearing on his face, as if he was quite pleased with the vampire's answer.

His eyes revealed a sense of triumph and ease, making it seem as if he had completely taken control of the situation.

"It seems our conversation has come to a successful end. Let's eat, the food's getting cold."

Then, he grabbed another piece of roasted lamb leg that was crispy and put it in his mouth.

He chewed away without a care in the world, enjoying his food immensely, seemingly forgetting the tense atmosphere of the negotiations that had just taken place.

His face was beaming with satisfaction, as if everything in the world was under his control.

"Uh……"

The vampire stared blankly at the sumptuous feast before him.

This demon king actually likes human food so much?

As a vampire noble, he had even evolved to the level of a vampire, making him fundamentally different from ordinary vampires.

Only newly converted lower-level vampires will have a rejection reaction to these human foods due to their body's instincts, making them unable to eat them normally.

While a noble vampire like him no longer has any actual nutritional needs for human food, he can still accept it.

However, since they have transcended the realm of human life and death, eating human food offers no real benefit other than satisfying some sense of ritual and gustatory enjoyment.

For them, what is truly delicious is human beings themselves.

Human beings possess a unique scent, just as each person is a unique delicacy with a distinct "flavor."

For example, an infant has a pure and sweet milky aroma, as tender and delicious as an extremely pure dairy product.

The boy's scent was like a salty, rich cheese, while the girl's was more like a sweet cheese, exuding an alluring fragrance.

As for men, women, middle-aged, and elderly... their aura is like a mellow red wine, or like a delicate dessert or a delicious dish...

Each person's unique flavor, after undergoing a special and complex "tasting" process, will be revealed to its fullest extent, making one almost go crazy just thinking about it.

Chapter 170 Test Subject: Saint Shuas

The vampire shook his head violently, trying to clear his mind of these dangerous thoughts. Then, he spoke softly:

“Your Majesty, the ancient Demon King, I am a second-generation noble of the Saint Shuas family. I will be honored by any title you bestow upon me.”

At this moment, his tone no longer contained the previous resistance and dissatisfaction, but instead showed humility and obedience.

Clearly, they had accepted their fate and decided to seek a chance to survive and develop under Jiang's control for ten years.

His eyes revealed a sense of helpless compromise, as if he had given up the struggle and was preparing to face the unknown fate.

In that elegantly decorated, almost dreamlike private room, the crystal chandelier resembled a dazzling golden sun.

The soft, warm light gently caressed every inch of the space, reflecting on the exquisitely carved walls and creating a dreamlike, faint halo.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of food and a faint, magical scent, the two intertwining and entwining like an invisible net, creating a unique atmosphere that was both mysterious and alluring.

"Then I'll call you Saint Shuas."

Jiang Shinian leaned back lazily in the oversized chair, like a king who ruled over everything, casually toying with the wine glass on the table with one hand.

The wine glass twirled lightly between his long, strong fingers, as if the red wine inside had been enchanted.

The gentle ripples reflected a vibrant, almost bewitching color, much like the light shimmering in his eyes at that moment.

His voice was deep and hoarse, like a sob coming from the deepest hell, carrying an unquestionable and irresistible tone.

It was as if he had casually uttered the name, thus establishing it, just as he seemed to control the fate of Saint Shuas at will.

"In addition to these conditions, you also need to use your body to help me complete my research on magic when I need to conduct some magical experiments. Of course, in return, I will prepare a few death row inmates for you to help you recover your energy and physical strength, so you won't starve to death."

He sat up slightly, his movements elegant yet carrying an invisible pressure, his scarlet eyes fixed on Saint Joshua.

Those eyes were like two sharp, cold glints, piercing straight at the other person, revealing a kind of indifference and authority, as if they were talking about the most mundane and trivial matter.

He paid no heed to the fact that this was a potentially extremely dangerous and life-or-death request for Saint-Shuas, as if Saint-Shuas's life were nothing more than an ant in his eyes.

"Yes, no problem, I'll follow your instructions."

Saint Joshua lowered his head slightly, his posture almost humble.

His pale, almost transparent face was expressionless, as if he were wearing a cold mask, but deep in his eyes was a trace of helplessness and forbearance that was hard to detect, like a faint starlight that flickered in the night sky.

His slender fingers rested lightly on the armrests of the chair, yet they trembled slightly, unable to suppress the movement.

His trembling, like a leaf shivering in the autumn wind, revealed the surging tension and unease within him, which he could only desperately suppress, daring not to reveal it in the slightest.

In fact, as an immortal being, one cannot easily see through life and death or calmly disregard them simply because one has experienced the changes of a long period of time and deeply felt the ruthless passage of time.

On the contrary, the vast majority of these long-lived individuals generally value their lives more than those who die young, as if they were the most precious treasure in the world.

Firstly, they often consider themselves to be inherently more noble than those with shorter lifespans.

After all, one can stand on the long river of history and observe the changes of the times with a detached eye.

Such a unique and extraordinary experience can indeed unconsciously give rise to a strong sense of pride that borders on arrogance.

Secondly, desires are endless, like a bottomless black hole, and there is no end to all the good things they enjoy.

Instead, it will only make them crave to be immersed in it forever, just like drinking poison to quench their thirst.

The conditions that Jiang Shinian proposed might be understood by ordinary people.

Such a life, where one is manipulated and controlled, offers no freedom whatsoever, and one might even wonder what the difference is between having no freedom and death.

But for Saint Joshua, these conditions were already extremely comfortable, like a glimmer of light in the darkness.

It was nothing more than participating in a few magical experiments, translating some scriptures, and providing burial sites for some treasures.

Although each of these risks may be fraught with danger, they seem insignificant compared to the days spent imprisoned in that dark, sunless coffin.

His thoughts drifted back to the hundreds of years he had spent imprisoned in the coffin, a memory that haunted him like a nightmare.

At that time, only endless darkness, like the tentacles of a demon, tightly enveloped him, causing him immense torment, as if he were in the deepest hell.

Admittedly, vampires do slumber in coffins, but it is a natural and peaceful state of dormancy.

He was forced to lie in the coffin, his consciousness kept clear by the evil power of magic, the purpose of which was to slowly deplete his life force, causing him to gradually weaken in endless pain.

In that desperate situation, he was unable to move his hands and feet, his body was completely imprisoned, and the darkness around him seemed eternal, with deathly silence always following him like a shadow, making every minute and every second an ordeal.

The dark years of those centuries, the profound loneliness, helplessness, and despair that penetrated to the bone, were more terrifying than death itself, like a dull knife slowly cutting into his soul.

Just like the Holy Lord, who was very wise, he did not want to have all his wisdom worn away by endless suffering in hell and eventually just wait for death to come.

So, at the cost of nearly a quarter of his anger, he convinced his seven brothers and sisters to believe him, thus successfully escaping from hell.

This is the instinct of living beings to survive, like a moth struggling in a flame, knowing that it may be shattered to pieces, yet still striving for that sliver of life.

If one can live comfortably, who would willingly give up life and face death?

Back then, when the demons were being fought by righteous mages, during that time of crisis, my elders gave me a piece of advice: "Live indifferently."

He kept those words deeply in his heart, as if burying a precious seed deep within his soul.

That elder was his only relative. To protect him, she resolutely chose to die, and that tragic figure became an indelible wound in his heart.

Chapter 171 Father's Warning

Even if it's just for this overwhelming debt of gratitude, he will stubbornly live on, even under this humiliating imprisonment!

“I agree to all your conditions and will abide by your rules. In a short while, I will tell you all the locations of the treasures and the places where various strange powers exist. The work of translating the magic book can also begin immediately.”

Sanshua's bowed head, like a withered petal, symbolizes the end of this seemingly friendly but actually treacherous and oppressive negotiation.

"Ah, very good."

Jiang Shinian nodded in satisfaction, a hint of smugness flickering in his scarlet eyes, like that of a cunning fox.

I felt somewhat fortunate that I had successfully tricked a not-so-good assistant into helping me solve many problems, even though this "assistant" was so unwilling and helpless.

He ignored Saint Shuas as if discarding a used tool, and instead grabbed a whole eight-treasure chicken and stuffed it into his mouth without any decorum.

He ate with his mouth full of oil, juices dripping from the corners of his lips, completely disregarding his image. At that moment, he seemed to be the most unrestrained and wanton master in the world.

"Eat quickly. We've been chatting for so long, the food has gotten a bit cold. Just make do with this for now. A death row inmate will be brought to you in a little while."

Jiang Shinian's hoarse and deep voice echoed in the relatively spacious private room, carrying a faint tone of command, as if it were an inviolable divine decree.

Saint Joshua looked at the food that Jiang Shinian had almost finished eating, and a stiff smile appeared on his lips.

That smile was like a frozen lake in winter, cold and bitter, full of helplessness and self-mockery, as if silently telling the story of his complicated and tangled state of mind.

"OK......"

After the meal, Jiang Shinian settled Saint Joshua in his personal space.

However, this time it wasn't that private room, but a more spacious and luxurious villa, almost extravagant, as if a canary had been locked in a more magnificent cage.

A group of shadowy ninjas, like ghosts, busily carried heavy magic books, each as thick as a stone slab, into the villa, piling them up like a mountain, resembling a tomb of knowledge.

At the same time, Jiang Shinian also successfully obtained information about the location of the treasure's hiding place and the various sealing sites known to Saint Joshua.

He immediately ordered the shadowy soldiers to investigate and search according to these clues, his eyes revealing a hint of urgency and greed, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey.

He himself began preparations to travel to where Afu was.

So much time has passed that the Siwa Temple bracelet is probably hard to get easily, but in his view it is not an insurmountable problem, as if it were just a small pebble on the road.

His purpose in going there was twofold: first, to see if those magicians could be subdued and turned into his labor force... no, his subordinates.

In his mind, those magicians possessed unique magical abilities, like untamed swords.

If he could use it for his own purposes, it would certainly be of great benefit to his plans, as if it were adding bricks and tiles to his path to hegemony.

Secondly, it was also because of the interference of these magicians that Afu's situation became somewhat precarious.

He worried that if things continued to develop, Afu might end up in jail.

Once imprisoned, Afu will inevitably be enveloped by righteous magic.

By then, if he wanted to rescue Afu again, he would have to go to great lengths, which was a situation he was extremely unwilling to see, as if it had touched his most sensitive nerve.

Therefore, he felt it necessary to go and see for himself whether he needed to take Afu away directly, like a chess player in control of the whole situation.

Pay close attention to the movement of every piece on the chessboard.