Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

But a girl's voice rang out before everyone could recover. The voice was clear and loud, breaking the silence and surprising everyone.

Like a ray of dawn in the darkness, it brought people a glimmer of hope and warmth.

"That girl..."

The leading mage was highly skilled and was among the fastest to recover.

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes still showing signs of exhaustion and shock, as if he had just gone through a life-or-death battle.

However, when his gaze fell on the little girl in the orange dress...

To their surprise, she seemed completely unaffected, looking at them with a smug expression and making sarcastic remarks.

Her eyes revealed a fearlessness and stubbornness, as if she didn't care about the danger in front of her at all, and she was like a brave warrior mocking the enemy's incompetence.

"The ancient books of magic record that these megalithic pillars have a mysterious origin and strange functions, but they are not destructive. Instead, they are like teleportation arrays for magical signals. You are just wasting your time fiddling with them here!"

At that moment, the old man's aged voice rang out.

His voice was steady and powerful, like the ringing of a bell, echoing in the air and inspiring conviction, as if a wise elder were imparting truth.

"There's one more thing, put Jackie Chan down!"

The magicians looked at each other, their eyes revealing a hint of hesitation and unease, as if weighing the pros and cons and considering their next move.

Finally, the leading magician waved his hand, a gesture tinged with helplessness and resignation, signaling for people to remove the chains.

At this moment, the situation was clearly unfavorable to them. They secretly considered that it would be better to give the other party a friendly look and wait for the next opportunity to come.

As for what the old man said?

Who would believe that? Do you believe it?

He's definitely not going to believe it.

In their view, the old man was merely bluffing and trying to disrupt their plans, and they would not be easily swayed by his words.

"Dad!"

As soon as Jackie Chan was released, he immediately leaped over and ran over like an agile cheetah.

His face beamed with the joy of surviving a disaster and gratitude towards his father, as if he were a child lost in darkness who had rediscovered light and warmth.

"Jackie Chan, if anything happens, put this on."

With a solemn expression, the old man pulled out an ancient-looking suit of armor, which was covered by a huge black bag, with only a corner of the armor showing.

That corner shimmered with a mysterious light in the sunlight, as if telling its ancient and legendary history, or as if beckoning Jackie Chan, giving him strength and courage.

Chapter 179 The Armor of the Undying God!

The armor looked quite old, but it was surprisingly clean and spotless, as if it had been carefully protected by time, leaving no trace. It was like a mysterious guardian, waiting for the destined person to arrive.

"The armor of an immortal god?!"

Jackie Chan was startled. His eyes widened instantly, filled with surprise and doubt, as if he had seen an incredible treasure.

He quickly looked around and found that the magicians didn't recognize what it was at all, and didn't even notice what it was in his hand. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

He secretly rejoiced, but at the same time felt a little curious and puzzled about his father's arrangement, like a child's anticipation and confusion about a mysterious gift.

"Dad, why did you bring this along? I was just chased by Afu to this magician's lair!"

Jackie Chan lowered his voice, trying to make sure only a few of them could hear him.

His voice carried a hint of resentment and confusion, as if he were blaming his father for making a mountain out of a molehill, or as if he were seeking a reasonable explanation.

"Hey! Don't question your father!"

The old man's hand moved incredibly fast. He suddenly raised his hand and flicked Jackie Chan's forehead, rewarding him with a big smack on the head.

The movements were swift and decisive, tinged with a hint of indulgence and dissatisfaction, as if a strict parent were disciplining a naughty child.

"Aww!"

Jackie Chan winced in pain and quickly covered his forehead, his face showing a wronged expression, like a child who had done something wrong and felt helpless and sad after being punished.

"There's one more thing. Father followed the magic's guidance and came here. There's an extremely evil aura constantly lingering around us; it must be a great demon!"

The old man's voice was aged yet full of wisdom, which made people believe him.

His eyes revealed a hint of worry and determination, as if he had foreseen the impending danger, or like a brave warrior preparing to meet the challenge.

"A demon? You mean the Holy Lord? What's he doing here?"

Jackie Chan exclaimed in surprise, stunned as he held the immortal god armor that Tru had handed him.

His face was filled with shock and confusion. The terrifying image of the Holy Lord involuntarily surfaced in his mind, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart, and he felt a surge of fear and unease.

"Aww!"

Suddenly, another flick on the forehead appeared.

The old man's eyes revealed a hint of dissatisfaction and urgency, as if he were blaming Jackie Chan for his slow reaction, or as if he were reminding him to always be vigilant.

"How would Dad know! But whoever that demon is, now that we've found it here, we absolutely cannot let it leave!"

Behind his father's glasses lay a pair of resolute and wise eyes, eyes that seemed to see through everything, pierce the darkness, and find the evil hidden deep within, like a sharp sword that could sever the root of all evil.

"There's one more thing. I've found a new spell. If the demon is very far away from us, it won't work at all. But if the demon is right next to us, this spell will directly pinpoint its location and make it reveal its true form!"

As the old man had Tru take some things out, he explained to Jackie Chan.

His movements were methodical, and the objects in his hands seemed to transform into powerful weapons against demons, or like a magician casting a mysterious spell, filling people with anticipation and awe.

"All right……"

Not wanting to suffer a third injury to his forehead, Jackie Chan obediently nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and obedience, as if he had become accustomed to his father's domineering and mysterious nature, or like a soldier obeying his superior's orders.

After everything was prepared, the old man gently waved the dried lizard in his hand, and instantly, a green light transformed into a large megaphone, hovering in front of the old man's mouth.

The loudspeaker shimmered with a green light in the sunlight, like a magical artifact from a mysterious world, or a messenger conveying the voice of justice.

"Holy Lord, come out! Don't hide inside and keep quiet. I know you're here!"

As the old man opened and closed his mouth, a loud sound rang out.

The sound, like thunder, echoed throughout the heavens and earth, as if declaring war on the demons, shaking the entire world, or like a righteous roar that could dispel all evil shadows.

"Dad, how do you know it's the Holy Lord's? Weren't you unsure just now?"

Beside the gaunt old man's legs, a little girl looked up and asked a question. Her eyes were full of curiosity and doubt, like a little explorer eager for knowledge, venturing into the unknown world.

In stark contrast to his hostile attitude towards Jackie Chan, the old man waved his hand, and the megaphone disappeared. He lowered his head and patiently explained to Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu, you must understand that as a wise person, sometimes you need to learn to use military strategy. No matter who that demon is, we always have to seal it or destroy it. So, using any information that can be used, whether it's deception or something else, letting the demons know false information first will be more advantageous for our fight against the demon. Also..."

The old man looked at Xiaoyu, who was barely taller than his thigh, and patiently explained things to her, bit by bit.

His voice was gentle and kind, like a loving grandfather telling his granddaughter an ancient story, making people feel warm and at ease.

"Dad!"

Seeing the completely different treatment he received, Jackie Chan's voice revealed helplessness.

His eyes revealed a hint of envy and grievance, as if he were lamenting the unfairness of his fate, or like a child longing for love, envying the happiness of others.

Meanwhile, the demon that their father kept muttering about stood at their feet, in that huge secret library.

Jiang Shinian stood there, surrounded by mountains of books, like a king standing in a treasure trove of knowledge, or a greedy plunderer coveting these precious treasures.

"These are all magic manuals, scriptures, and scrolls accumulated over hundreds of years. If I empty this place, my collection will be greatly enriched."

Jiang Shinian looked at the mountain of books before him and let out a strange, chuckling laugh.

His laughter echoed through the library, sending chills down one's spine, like the laughter of a demon from hell, capable of making one's soul tremble.

"I didn't expect this so-called brotherhood to be so loyal, giving me so many spellbooks. Is it really strange that they are completely undefended here? They only have simple repelling power, which can at most prevent some beings like single shadow ninjas from getting in, but it is completely useless against me."

Chapter 180 Transcending the Heavens!

Jiang Shinian's hoarse and deep voice rang out, as if it were a murmur from the depths of hell, or an evil ghost recounting its triumph.

His eyes revealed a hint of greed and smugness, like a pirate who had discovered a treasure and was ready to pocket all the spoils, or like an evil overlord showing off his victory.

It's like there's a loosely stretched string in front of a person, blocking their way. A small dog might trip over it, but a person walking by simply kicks the string away.

Moreover, the removed line was so inconspicuous that it would go unnoticed.

In other words, those mages were so oblivious that even if a high-level mage or demon broke in, they wouldn't notice unless they were paying attention.

"This is outrageous! I think I should give up on the idea of ​​taking them under my command."

"

Jiang Shinian sighed, a look of disappointment and helplessness on his face, like a child who had lost his toy, or a person whose dreams had been shattered.

He summoned shadow ninjas, who emerged from the darkness like ghosts and quickly began emptying the secret library.

Their movements were swift and agile, and they snatched away precious books one by one, like a pack of hungry wolves fighting for food, or a group of greedy thieves stealing treasure.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shinian also dispatched some shadowy soldiers to head towards the outside of the library.

Their figures moved silently through the darkness, like ghosts, as if they were messengers of darkness, carrying out an evil mission.

Jiang Shinian ordered them to check the other rooms for anything of value, and if they found anything, to borrow it all!

His eyes revealed a hint of coldness and decisiveness, like a general commanding thousands of troops, ready to take all the spoils of war, or like an evil overlord ruling his territory.

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Welcome aboard this special train on a fantastic global journey.

In a distant and mysterious time-space platform, a train emitting a dreamlike glow lies quietly. Its body lines are smooth, like a swimming dragon or a rainbow traversing the stars. It is the special train that can open up countless legendary adventures and is a fantasy journey through the heavens.

At this moment, a faint mist of light surrounds the train, as if whispering the wondrous journey that is about to unfold, awaiting those destined to board.

The ultimate destination of this journey is—

【The Secret Realm of Covering the Sky】

It was a mysterious place existing between ancient legends and yellowed books. The two words "Covering the Sky" seemed to contain endless magic, inspiring awe and longing in people as soon as they heard them.