Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Deep beneath that ancient and gloomy castle, the dust of time hangs like a fine veil.

It gently covers every inch of space, filled with the scent of old paper and decaying wood, as if the sedimentation of time has materialized and lingers in every corner.

Dressed in a white robe and wearing a blue hood, Afu stood there quietly, like a frozen sculpture, devoutly turning the pages of a history book as thick as a stone slab.

The cover of the history book was yellowed and the edges were slightly curled, as if telling the story of the long years it had carried, like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes slowly turning the pages of history.

The text details the history of these mysterious magicians, and the words are like keys that slowly unveil their mystery to Afu.

It reveals a long-buried past to him, leading him into a world full of mystery and fantasy.

"The Brotherhood of Magic was founded in the Dark Ages, when they used magic to create panic, wantonly sowing the seeds of fear in the world and plunging the earth into endless chaos and despair."

"They wield dark magic, moving like ghosts through cities and villages, leaving fear in their wake."

"But with the development of technology, technology, like a rising sun, has gradually overshadowed the afterglow of magic with its dazzling light."

"The magic that was once awe-inspiring has gradually lost its power in the face of technology, like a magic wand that has lost its magic, becoming dull and unable to command the wind and rain as it once did."

"Their power also declined, receding like the tide, leaving only some remnants scattered in the long river of history, becoming legends and stories in people's mouths."

"But how have these magical idiots managed to survive and persist until now?"

Afu's voice echoed softly in the silent library, carrying a hint of doubt and disdain, breaking the surrounding stillness.

His fingers gently traced the words on the pages, as if he could touch the pulse of that history, feel the beat of time, and the past glory and decline.

Closing the book, Afu turned his gaze to the side. Not far from him, a solitary statue of a king stood abruptly on a strange platform, its upper half of the body standing out starkly.

The statue's face was blurred, as if ruthlessly eroded by the winds of time, or deliberately concealed by a mysterious force, yet it still exuded a mysterious and majestic aura, as if guarding some unknown secret.

"Look what this cheetah has found."

Afu strode forward with steady steps, his eyes revealing a hint of keenness and anticipation, like a cheetah locking onto its prey.

He stretched out a hand, a long and strong hand, and grasped the head of the king statue tightly. Then he moved it gently, a movement that was both soft and decisive.

"click"

A slight sound broke the silence, as if the gears of time had been quietly turned, emitting an ancient sigh.

Not far away, a bookshelf slowly began to rotate, accompanied by a low rustling sound, as if the door to history was slowly opening, revealing a hidden passage.

The passage was deep and dark, as if leading to an unknown abyss, exuding a mysterious attraction that beckoned Afu to explore its mysteries.

"This is……"

A surge of curiosity and excitement welled up in Afu's heart, and his heart began to race. Without hesitation, he went inside.

As he ventured deeper, a breathtaking view suddenly opened up before him, revealing a massive stone building.

The building was magnificent and imposing, its massive stone structure seemingly imbued with boundless power, each stone seemingly telling an ancient story.

It exudes an ancient and mysterious aura, inspiring awe as if one were facing a giant who has been sleeping for thousands of years.

"Metal pillars?"

Afu abruptly stopped, a look of surprise on his face. His eyes were fixed on the building in front of him, as if he were overwhelmed by its imposing presence. He stood frozen in place, stunned by the sudden and magnificent sight.

"boom!"

Just then, a streak of light shot out from the darkness like lightning, carrying a sharp momentum and dazzling light, heading straight for Afu.

The streak of light pierced the dark sky, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if it were a proclamation of death.

Afu's reactions were extremely sharp, an intuition honed over many years in danger.

His body moved like a black shadow, swiftly flashing to the side, his movements agile and decisive, like a nimble ghost.

The streak of light grazed past his clothes and struck the wall behind him.

Instantly, a cloud of dust and gravel rose up, and a huge crater appeared in the wall, with the surrounding stones cracking as if struck by an angry god.

However, before Afu could catch his breath, more and more magicians emerged from all directions, dressed in white robes and wearing blue hoods, surrounding Afu.

Among these magicians, there was also a person being held captive, and that person was none other than Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan's face showed some fatigue and helplessness, but his eyes still revealed an indomitable light. He struggled hard, trying to break free from the magician's restraints, but to no avail.

"Jackie Chan?"

A look of surprise appeared on Ah Fu's face. He never expected that Jackie Chan, who was usually so elusive and difficult to capture, would be caught so easily by a group of magicians.

This surprised him, but he was also somewhat relieved, relieved that he was not alone in facing this sudden predicament.

Not far away, a group of magicians stared intently at Afu, their eyes revealing vigilance and hostility. They gripped their wands tightly, magic surging slightly at the tips, poised to strike, like a group of hunters waiting for their prey, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

This prevented Afu from retaliating rashly when the magician beside him restrained him. He knew that the situation was extremely unfavorable to him, and any rash action could have fatal consequences. Therefore, he chose to endure for the time being and wait for the right opportunity.

"Stop denying it, you know too much!"

The leading magician stood on the steps, tall and imposing, like a judge who held the power of life and death.

He suddenly extended a finger, a finger that seemed like a scepter of judgment, pointing directly at Ah Fu and Jackie Chan, his voice low and stern.

The words echoed in the empty space, carrying an unquestionable tone, as if their fate was firmly in his hands.

"I had no idea..."

"So what if you know?"

Jackie Chan's hands were tightly clamped, and his face showed anger and resentment as he struggled violently, trying to break free of his restraints.

Chapter 176 You know too much!

His body twisted and turned, the muscles in his arms tensed, and sweat dripped down his face, but the magician's restraints were as strong as steel.

However, Afu interrupted him directly, his eyes revealing a calmness and decisiveness, as if he already had his own plan in this critical moment.

"You will pay with your lives for what you know!"

The leader of the magicians had a blue light in his eyes, a light like a cold flame, and his gaze was fierce and resolute, like the eyes of a demon from hell.

He pointed sharply again, his gesture carrying an air of authority that commanded life and death, and spoke to Jackie Chan and Ah Fu, his tone devoid of any pity or hesitation.

"Because you already know a lot."

He slowly walked down the steps, his steps steady and deliberate, each step seemingly pressing on people's hearts, making them feel an invisible pressure.

He paced back and forth in front of the two men, his hands behind his back, as if he were deep in thought, or perhaps deliberately creating a tense atmosphere so that they would await their fate in fear.

"So, I'll tell you a secret that others don't know!"

The leading magician slowly removed his blue hood, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a thick, bushy beard.

His beard grew wildly, like a thicket of grass, giving him a wild and mysterious air, as if it concealed endless wisdom and power.

He spread his hands, a gesture that was both exaggerated and mysterious, his tone full of seduction, as if he were showing them a mysterious and dangerous treasure.

"Regarding the method of using the megaliths!"

"Uh......"

Jackie Chan was taken aback for a moment. After a brief pause, he said, "If I say I don't want to know, can you let me go? You can let this person stay here to learn your secrets."

However, the middle-aged man who revealed his true face completely ignored Jackie Chan's remarks, as if his words were just a passing breeze.

His eyes revealed a kind of madness and obsession, always immersed in his own world, as if driven by an invisible force, unable to extricate himself, focusing only on his evil plans.

"Our mages know that the stone pillars possess immense destructive power; they are weapons powerful enough to overturn the world!"

The long-bearded magician clenched his fist suddenly, the fist seemingly containing boundless power, wanting to demonstrate the terrifying power of this magnificent building.

The muscles in his arms were taut, and the veins were slightly bulging, like angry little snakes crawling along his arms.

"But some people think it's a navigational beacon for aliens."

Several magicians roughly dragged Jackie Chan and Ah Fu to a giant stone pillar and tied them tightly to it with thick ropes.

The ropes dug deep into their skin, leaving red marks, but both men gritted their teeth and did not utter a sound.

His eyes revealed determination and unyielding spirit, unwilling to show the slightest weakness in front of the enemy.

"You are fools, die!"

At the middle-aged man's signal, the surrounding magicians quickly took their places, forming a mysterious circle.

They closed their eyes, chanted incantations, and began to gather extraordinary magic.

Magic gathered in their palms, forming shimmering spheres that exuded a powerful and mysterious aura, as if they were evil spirits they had summoned, ready to unleash destructive power.

"Let the age of magic begin! We will destroy the great cities one by one, and your carefree modern society will enter a dark age, allowing our magicians to rule it once more!"

The middle-aged man with a long beard also condensed a magical power in his hand. The magical power was dazzling, as if he were holding a star in his hand, emitting a light that made people's hearts tremble.

With his other hand, he pointed sharply, his finger like the pointer of fate, shouting towards a bustling city in the distance. His voice was filled with madness and ambition, as if he had already stood at the pinnacle of the world and was ready to trample everything under his feet.

"Those raging flames will destroy London!"

His voice was high-pitched and impassioned, like surging waves crashing against rocks, its powerful momentum sending chills down one's spine.

He embraced the sky with both hands, as if he could already see the terrifying scene he imagined in his mind, his face showing a crazy and twisted expression, unable to extricate himself from his own fantasy world.

"buzz buzz buzz"

Suddenly, a rapid engine roar came from the horizon, the sound like rolling thunder, breaking the deathly silence and bringing a glimmer of hope to this dark world, like the dawn before sunrise.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it, and they all turned to look at the sky, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion.

"what is that!"

The middle-aged magician with a long beard suddenly pointed, as if pointing to unknown fears, and shouted loudly.

His voice carried a hint of panic and unease, his previous composure shattered, as if he had a premonition of some impending threat.

"Dad?!"

Jackie Chan and Ah Fu were tied to a stone pillar. Looking at the helicopter flying rapidly in from the horizon, their faces showed surprise and joy. They shouted in unison, their voices full of hope and expectation, as if they had seen their saviors.

A fierce wind howled in, like an invisible giant hand, sweeping everything away and making everything around it sway precariously.

The helicopter struggled to fly in the gale, its fuselage swaying slightly, like a small bird struggling in a storm.

As it drew closer, a strong wind blew, causing the white robes of the magicians to flutter wildly, and they instinctively used their wide sleeves to shield their eyes.

To resist the onslaught of the gale, their faces showed pain and helplessness, as if they had been thrown off balance by the sudden gust of wind.