Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Thirdly, the giant stone pillar seemed to be related to aliens, but this was not important in his current plans.

After all, no one knows what kind of beings those aliens are; they are like phantoms in the mist.

He vaguely remembered that the aliens in the original story came to Earth in UFO-like spaceships, which clearly indicated that they possessed a certain level of technology, and might even be a society that combined technology and magic.

But right now, he simply didn't have the energy to pay attention to these alien creatures, like a busy traveler who had no time to appreciate the scenery along the way.

Most importantly, he seemed to have heard that those magicians possessed a very large secret library, which must contain many precious and mysterious magical books and knowledge, which was extremely attractive to him, like a magnet attracting iron filings.

......

"oops!"

A sudden exclamation rang out in Dad's antique shop, as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm lake.

"My magical senses tell me that Jackie Chan is in danger!"

Beside a table laden with various antiques and magical artifacts, a gaunt old man, who was about to count his banknotes, suddenly looked up, his eyes revealing a solemn and worried expression, like a sky filled with dark clouds.

He was Old Man, a wise man skilled in magic, like a prophet from ancient legends.

"What danger, Dad? Didn't your lucky magic work?"

Just then, a small figure skipped and hopped over from not far away, like a happy little deer.

She was wearing a bright orange top and chewing a piece of bubble gum; it was Xiaoyu.

Her lovely face was filled with curiosity and concern, her bright eyes fixed on her father, waiting for his answer as if waiting for the key to unlock a mysterious treasure.

“Xiaoyu, Tru must have danced the wrong steps back then. Dad said it wasn’t the Irish dance. The magic told me to dance the River Dance!”

The old man's hoarse and aged voice carried a hint of frustration and urgency, like that of a trapped beast that had been provoked.

As he spoke, he frantically searched around for something, his wrinkles deepening with anxiety, as if the marks of time were becoming increasingly clear.

"I'm sorry, sir."

A burly and tall figure walked over, like a moving mountain, with a face full of apology.

This man was Tru, whose stature was like that of a giant, giving people a strong sense of oppression. But at this moment, he looked like a child who had made a mistake, with his head down, appearing somewhat uneasy, like a lamb that had made a mistake.

"What do we do now, Dad? Will Uncle Long be alright?"

Xiaoyu looked up, her face full of worry, as her father went to find the magic book.

She spat out the chewing gum in her mouth, clenched her hands tightly together, and trembled slightly. She was clearly extremely worried about Jackie Chan's safety, like an ant on a hot pan.

Chapter 172 Jackie Chan: I need backup!

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! "

At this moment, the old man held a tattered and mysterious magic book in one hand and grabbed a handful of inexplicable green dust in the other, muttering incantations as if he were an ancient spellcaster.

Then, with a forceful flick of the wrist, the shimmering, green-tinged dust drifted down.

"簌簌~"

In an instant, it transformed into a dense green mist, permeating the air and exuding a mysterious aura, as if shrouded in a mystical celestial fog.

"Demons and monsters, get out of here!"

The old man closed his eyes, his expression focused and serious, like a messenger communicating with the gods, as if he were having a deep conversation with some mysterious power.

After a moment, the fog gradually dissipated, and the old man slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes revealed a firmness and determination, like the dawn breaking, as if he had found his way from the revelation of magic, like a navigator seeing a lighthouse.

"Magic will guide us."

With that, he slammed the magic book heavily onto the table with a loud "thud".

Then he turned around to prepare various things, his movements quick and efficient, like a well-trained soldier, without any of his usual sluggishness, as if he had been injected with new vitality.

"Quick, Tru, hurry up and pack your things, we need to get ready to leave. Xiaoyu, call that bald guy and ask him to arrange a plane for us to England!"

The old man's voice was full of command, like a general's order, leaving no room for doubt.

Upon hearing this, Tru and Jade immediately sprang into action, plunging the entire antique shop into a busy and tense atmosphere.

Deep within that ancient and gloomy castle, shadows spread like viscous ink, and every inch of air was filled with an atmosphere of decay and mystery.

Jackie Chan, like a frightened bird, huddled in a dark and gloomy corner, his body taut like a fully drawn bow, sweat trickling down his resolute face, leaving tiny wet streaks on the dusty ground.

His eyes, like those of a vigilant cheetah, scanned his surroundings quickly and keenly, not missing a single clue that might conceal danger.

The voice, hushed to the extreme, seemed like a faint breath squeezed out from between the teeth, as if the speaker was muttering something incessantly, as if praying to the gods in the unseen realm for protection, or perhaps trying to encourage himself and dispel the ever-present shadow of fear.

At the same time, his fingers trembled, yet with a hint of urgency and determination, as he quickly dialed a number.

The rapid clicking of keys suddenly rang out in this deathly silent corner, like the sounding of an alarm bell for fate.

"Hello? Is this Jackie Chan?"

A powerful voice came from the other end of the phone, like the ringing of a great bell, breaking through all obstacles and drilling straight into Jackie Chan's ears, bringing a brief moment of comfort, but unable to dispel the gloom in his heart.

"it's me!"

Jackie Chan huddled tightly against the cold, damp, mottled wall, his body shrinking smaller and smaller, as if trying to blend into the dark wall and conceal his presence.

His response was so low it was almost inaudible, yet it carried an undisguised anxiety and tension.

Then, he began to speak rapidly, like beans pouring from a bamboo tube, his words filled with panic and helplessness:

"My trip was incredibly dangerous! I went through so much trouble to find the Siwa Temple bracelet, but that persistent guy Afu is like a vicious wolf, relentlessly chasing after me!"

"We stumbled into the mysterious, hidden castle of England, which seemed like a ghost town."

"Danger lurks everywhere here. There's a group of mysterious figures who wear robes and hide their faces in shadows, making it impossible to discern their expressions or intentions."

"Moreover, they also used strange and bizarre magic to attack me. The magical light flickered like ghostly light from hell, making it impossible for me to defend against it."

"Right now, I'm hiding in this extremely secluded corner wearing the bracelet from Siwa Temple. I'm truly isolated and helpless, and I desperately need help!"

Sheriff Black, the bald police officer known for his composure, had a voice as calm and deep as a still lake, conveying a sense of reassurance over the phone. But Jackie Chan couldn't find much comfort in it at that moment.

"I received a call from Xiaoyu before this. She said that her father wanted me to arrange a plane for them to fly directly to England. They have been on their way for some time now, so they should not be far from here."

Sheriff Black's calm and methodical voice came from the other end of the phone, instantly plunging Jackie Chan into confusion and bewilderment.

His eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape, and his face was filled with disbelief, as if he had heard something out of a fairy tale.

"What? How did Dad know I was in England? Which way did they fly? Did they even know where I was??"

Jackie Chan gripped the phone tightly with one hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, resembling withered branches covered in frost and snow.

He tried his best to lower his voice, but his anxiety caused it to rise involuntarily, making it sound particularly clear and jarring in the quiet environment, like a scream suddenly rang out in the dead of night.

"Dad said, uh... magic gave him guidance, so I'm not entirely sure, but Dad has a specific destination, a small town five hundred miles from the Stonehenge ruins. They've prepared a lot of things. Dad also said you're trapped in deep darkness, I guess..."

"toot"

Suddenly, the other end of the phone fell into dead silence without warning, leaving only a monotonous and cold busy tone, as if fate had ruthlessly severed his connection with the outside world.

"Wait? Wait?"

Jackie Chan anxiously called out "hello" twice, but all he received in response was endless silence.

Just as he was about to make another call, suddenly, several dark figures behind him reached out like ghosts and swiftly dragged him into a deeper, darker corner.

"what!"

Jackie Chan cried out in terror, the sound echoing in the narrow space, filled with despair and helplessness.

He turned around in a panic and saw several mysterious magicians wearing blue hoods and white robes surrounding him.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the darkness, exuding a chilling aura, as if they were evil ghosts that had stepped out of an ancient legend.

"Um?!"

A figure slowly emerged from the group of magicians. His gaze fell on the communicator in Jackie Chan's hand, and he froze instantly. The muscles on his face twitched slightly, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Chapter 173 He knows our names!

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly extended a long, pale finger, which resembled a sharp sword, pointing it directly at Jackie Chan, and said in a stern voice:

"That scoundrel actually dared to talk about us magicians with others!"

Jackie Chan looked at the person pointing at him with a puzzled expression, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, as if he were in a fog, unable to find any clue.

"Magician?"

Just then, another person on the other side quickly reached out, the movement exaggerated and urgent, and shouted loudly:

"He knows our names!"

"What?! Oh no!!!"

Jackie Chan was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and his breathing became so rapid that it sounded like he was working a bellows.

He pointed sharply with his free arm, the arm arcing powerfully through the air, and retorted angrily:

He clearly said that just now!!!

However, the magicians ignored his words, clasped their hands together in front of their chests, and began chanting mysterious spells and ancient scriptures.

The voice was deep and hoarse, buzzing in the small space, like a murmur from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.

"Mimi Mama Mimi Mama Mimi Mama..."

As they chanted, magical power slowly gathered in their palms like a surging tide.

The mysterious energy between heaven and earth is like an ancient beast that has been awakened, gradually waking up and releasing a dazzling radiance.

The light illuminated this dark corner, reflecting the greedy and evil eyes of the magicians hidden under their hoods, like will-o'-the-wisps flickering in the darkness.

"boom!"

Jackie Chan, after all, is a seasoned and agile expert. He seized the opportunity when the magicians were chanting spells and unhesitatingly executed a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw.

His movements were fluid and clean, and he threw the magician who had pinned him against the wall away with great force.

The magician's body traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground with a dull, chilling thud, raising a cloud of dust.

"boom!"