Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Almost simultaneously, a streak of light flashed like lightning and struck the wall with pinpoint accuracy.

The wall shattered instantly under the powerful magical impact, turning into countless pieces of rubble of varying sizes.

The rubble flew out like cannonballs, and the dust swirled in the air, causing people to cough incessantly and blurring their vision.

Jackie Chan keenly realized that this magic was completely different from what he had seen in the underground library before. Its destructive power was astonishing, as if it were a primordial force that could easily destroy anything that stood in its way.

"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

Jackie Chan cursed under his breath, then, with his agile movements, he darted to the side like a nimble monkey, kicking up clouds of dust from the ground beneath his feet.

"Grab him! He knows too much!"

Upon seeing this, a magician immediately extended a finger, which seemed like a death sentence, and shouted sharply and piercingly.

Jackie Chan suddenly exerted force from his waist, his body leaping high into the air like a compressed spring. He quickly adjusted his posture in mid-air and unleashed a flying kick with lightning speed, accurately kicking away one of the pursuers.

Using this force, he reached out and grabbed a glittering round plaque from the magician's neck.

The plaque felt warm to the touch and exuded a mysterious aura. It was engraved with complex and ancient patterns and designs, as if silently telling a secret sealed by time.

"This is?"

Jackie Chan stopped and looked down at the sign in his hand, his eyes filled with doubt and curiosity.

He tried to decipher some useful information from these mysterious symbols, but the patterns were like a tangled mess, leaving him clueless.

Just then, a magician wearing a blue hood stretched out his finger again, a finger that seemed like the pointer of fate, and shouted:

"He already knows our emblem and totem!"

"No, I don't know what this is!"

When Jackie Chan saw the group of magicians surging towards him again like a tide, an anxious look appeared on his face.

He knew that explaining would be futile, so he turned and ran, his steps hurried and frantic, kicking up clouds of dust.

Suddenly, a commotion of voices broke the tense atmosphere.

"This way, I'll only be your guide for the Stonehenge route. As you all know, I'm not very familiar with other parts of England since Stonehenge disappeared. Let me look at the map. Don't worry, I'll definitely lead you to the next attraction."

The leader was holding a huge map that almost covered half of his face.

His eyes scanned the map rapidly, his brow furrowed, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto the map and creating small water stains.

His voice, tinged with anxiety and helplessness, stood out clearly in the chaotic environment.

"We need to get out of here quickly, lest outsiders discover our presence!"

Upon hearing the voices, the leader of the magicians' expressions changed drastically. He suddenly extended his finger.

The movement was tinged with panic and fear, and then he led the crowd to run backward like startled birds and beasts, disappearing into the darkness in an instant, leaving only a faint sound of footsteps echoing in the air.

Jackie Chan looked in the direction the magicians had left and let out a long sigh of relief.

His tense body went limp like a deflated balloon, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, though the smile still carried a trace of lingering fear.

The tour group slowly approached, and the tour guide said apologetically to Jackie Chan, "Excuse me, do you know how to get to Big Ben?"

"Uh……"

Jackie Chan scratched his head, his hair becoming a mess, like a bird's nest.

He composed himself and, drawing on his professional expertise and extensive knowledge as an archaeologist, explained the location of Big Ben to the tour group in detail.

His voice was calm and clear, as if he had temporarily forgotten the thrilling and dangerous encounter he had just experienced and was focused on answering the questions.

After explaining to the group, Jackie Chan took a deep breath and ran off again into the distance. His figure gradually disappeared into the bustling crowd, leaving only a resolute and lonely silhouette.

“I have to tell the authorities that there is a group of magicians here conducting evil experiments that no one knows about.”

As Jackie Chan ran, he silently made up his mind.

Chapter 174 Jackie Chan: What bad luck!

He hadn't run far when he saw a police car parked quietly on the side of the road.

The police car gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, like a beacon of hope, bringing a glimmer of light to Jackie Chan.

A man in a police uniform was leaning against the car, his arms crossed over his chest, gazing into the distance as if deep in thought, looking relaxed and at ease.

"police officer!"

Jackie Chan rushed over eagerly, his voice filled with urgency and hope, as if he had grasped at a lifeline.

"Is there any problem?"

Upon hearing the sound, the police officer straightened up, a kind smile spreading across his face. That smile, like the warm spring sun, instantly dispelled some of the gloom in Jackie Chan's heart, bringing him a sense of warmth and reassurance.

"It might sound crazy, but everything I'm saying is true. There's a group of people in robes who are frantically tracking me! And..."

Halfway through the conversation, the policeman raised an eyebrow slightly, and the amiable expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a wary and indifferent look.

He interrupted Jackie Chan without hesitation, his action clean and swift, as if closing a door to hope.

"You're safe now, come with me."

As he spoke, he strode over to the police car and opened the back door.

The car door creaked open with a jarring sound, which seemed particularly jarring in the quiet environment, as if it were a mockery of fate.

The police officer stepped aside to gesture for Jackie Chan to sit down, his eyes revealing an inscrutable expression, as if he were hiding some unspeakable secret.

"Oh, thank you!"

Jackie Chan thanked him profusely and then stepped into the police car.

His face was beaming with gratitude, as if he had already seen a safe haven. However, he was unaware that danger was quietly approaching.

“I have to tell the authorities about this. Luckily you trusted me. We'll go now…”

Jackie Chan had just settled into his seat and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when suddenly, the policeman darted out with lightning speed, his movements swift and agile.

He held a gleaming handcuff in his hand, its cold metallic sheen gleaming in the sunlight, like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey.

The police attempted to handcuff Jackie Chan tightly to the police car, as if to imprison him forever in this dark conspiracy, preventing him from escaping.

"Oh no!"

Jackie Chan, after all, is someone who has experienced countless life-or-death situations, so his reaction was extremely quick.

His body flashed past like a black lightning bolt, and he slapped the handcuffs hard, sending them flying.

The handcuffs traced a silver arc in the air before falling to the ground with a crisp, cold sound.

Just then, Jackie Chan's gaze fell on the policeman's finger, and he was surprised to find that the policeman was wearing a glittering gold ring.

The pattern on it was exactly the same as the pattern on the pendant he had previously snatched from the magician's neck.

The pattern seemed like an evil curse, giving Jackie Chan an ominous premonition, as if he were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

"Surrender! You know too much!"

When the handcuffs were knocked off, the police did not back down; instead, they became even more frantic and anxious.

He grabbed the handcuffs again, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and pounced on Jackie Chan without hesitation, like a rabid wolf that had been provoked.

"Too bad luck!"

With lightning speed, Jackie Chan grabbed the seatbelt from his waist. In an instant, the seatbelt transformed into a makeshift weapon in his hands.

He brandished his seatbelt and engaged in a fierce struggle with the police in the cramped space of the police car.

The two figures moved quickly in the car, exchanging punches and kicks, neither giving an inch, each attack carrying immense power and determination.

The two fought from the back seat to the front seat, and Jackie Chan was once pinned hard to the control panel by the police.

The policeman's fists rained down, slamming against the control panel and emitting a "beep beep" alarm, like a desperate cry.

Jackie Chan used his agility to dodge the attacks, his body as slippery as an eel, skillfully avoiding the police's assault.

Finally, he found an opportunity, exerted his strength, and pinned the policeman to the ground, instantly reversing their positions.

Suddenly, the police car began to shake violently as they fought fiercely. From the outside...

The police car's lights were flashing wildly—red, blue, and yellow—intertwining like dazzling fireworks in the night sky or the frenzied lights of a bar, a sight to behold.

The police car itself was vibrating incessantly, making a "buzzing" sound, like an angry bull roaring.

It's hard to imagine how intense and thrilling the fight between the two was in this confined space, as if a life-or-death struggle was unfolding within this small area.

"Oh!"

A moment later, the car door was kicked open with all its might, and Jackie Chan used all his strength to kick the policeman hard to the ground.

The policeman's body crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Without hesitation, Jackie Chan rushed over, grabbed him by the collar, and his hands, veins bulging from the force, looked like angry earthworms.

Suddenly, the policeman being held by Jackie Chan revealed a sinister smile, a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

He raised his head slightly and blew a distinctive whistle.

The whistle was sharp and long, piercing the silent air, like a summons from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, as if receiving some mysterious signal, all the surrounding shops opened with a bang.

One by one, figures filed out of the store, their eyes cold and hostile, like a group of manipulated puppets.

Some of these people wore necklaces around their necks, while others wore rings on their fingers. Without exception, all of these ornaments emitted a golden light, shimmering with an eerie glow in the sunlight.

Moreover, they all had the same pattern, a pattern that seemed like an evil mark, deeply imprinted in Jackie Chan's eyes, filling his heart with fear and despair.

Jackie Chan stared in horror at the approaching crowd, his face draining of color and turning as pale as paper.

His hands involuntarily loosened their grip on the policeman's collar, and he took a few steps back, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness, like a trapped beast in dire straits.

"So unlucky, so unlucky, so unlucky..."

Jackie Chan looked around, muttering to himself in a low, trembling voice, as if he were chanting a spell of despair.

"Oh, Dad, I need you, come quickly..."

Chapter 175 The Stone Pillar