Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Xiaoyu stared with her bright, intelligent eyes, then suddenly realized something. "What about my parents? They're still in Asia!"

The old man was checking the records.

"The Holy Lord was sealed into a statue by the Saint Seiya back then, and his whereabouts are unknown. However, the fact that the talisman has appeared now means that the power that sealed the Holy Lord has weakened."

"The statue was acquired by a minor nobleman in the Middle Ages, but these records indicate that two hundred years ago, all information about that nobleman disappeared overnight, as if it had been erased by someone. The statue also disappeared along with the nobleman."

The old man sighed again.

He turned his thin body around and his gaze fell on Jackie Chan and Jade.

"The Black Hand organization that's been vying with us for the talismans right now, that guy you met last time named Valon, might be a descendant of that nobleman."

"This explains everything. The Holy Lord has awakened, and they have been guided by the demons to collect talismans for him. If we allow them to collect all the talismans, the twelve talismans will return, the demons will be resurrected, the dormant balance of Yin and Yang will be broken, and humanity will face a great catastrophe!"

Jackie Chan was completely confused.

However, he probably understood what his father meant.

It's probably because they're trying to steal the talisman from that demon.

But isn't that what they've been doing all along?

Jackie Chan quickly said, "Since talismans are so important, and you've been spending a lot of time reading these books lately, why don't you quickly cast a spell to locate the next talisman?"

boom!

Jackie Chan's father flicked him on the forehead.

He strained his voice in exasperation, his hoarse voice carrying out his frustration.

"Oh dear! You've already brought so many talismans back, and we can no longer stop the resurrection of the Holy Lord! The talismans are no longer important; we must find a way to restrain the Holy Lord first! Even if we have to wait for it to be resurrected, we can still fight against it!"

Jackie Chan, who was being flicked, didn't know why. He was someone who could race against lava and trains, but he could never escape his father's flick on the head.

He covered his forehead, looking puzzled and a little aggrieved.

Did he say something wrong?

When will this cycle of getting flicked on the head ever end...?

“Dad, you said we should fight against the Holy Lord. Aren’t we fighting against the Holy Lord by constantly collecting and storing the talismans? As long as all twelve talismans don’t return, the Holy Lord can’t be resurrected, right? In that case, wouldn’t we be able to restrain him?”

Jackie Chan has his own set of logic.

"You..." The old man was speechless for a moment.

Sometimes, he didn't know how to get his stubborn nephew to understand things.

Logically speaking, if he were to flick Jackie Chan's forehead every day, it should make his nephew smarter, so why is he getting dumber...?

The old man waved his hand: "You're right. Then hurry up and look for the next talisman. If you delay the Holy Lord's resurrection, I'll have more time to find a way to restrain him."

The old man impatiently dismissed Jackie Chan.

"But Dad, if you don't tell me where the talisman is, where am I supposed to find it?"

The old man kept his head down, flipping through the book in his hands without looking back.

He couldn't help but ponder.

Since the Holy Lord is about to be resurrected, there will inevitably be widespread suffering and destruction.

If he were to rely solely on his own strength, it would be difficult for him to contend with them.

It's just these few oddballs and cracked dates...

No, he meant including his dear nephew, and Xiaoyu, who is still in elementary school.

That means including that bald sheriff.

Can they fight against the legendary dragon?

Chapter 62: Eradicating District Thirteen?

"Should we ask those people on the other side of the ocean for help?"

The old man fumbled with the papers in his hand, and couldn't help but think to himself.

But the thought was quickly nipped in the bud by his father.

Instead of sending him to ask those guys for help, it would be better to just destroy the whole world!

As the Grand Mage's most beloved and valued disciple, before ascending to immortality, the Grand Mage passed on all his qi and magic to his father.

After decades of cultivation, he himself has now become a venerable Grand Master.

The reason he crossed the ocean to come here was not of his own volition, but out of necessity.

His stubbornness caused him a lot of trouble.

The high priest's affection for him aroused jealousy among the other apprentices.

Therefore, later on, my father almost completely broke ties with some of his fellow disciples.

In addition, he was ostracized by the sorcerers there, which eventually led him to this place, where he became the owner of a small antique shop.

Even though the demon's crisis is imminent, would you expect him to bow down and beg those mindless fools for help?

Why not let the demons be born and devour them all in one gulp!

The old man flipped through the books, his head held high, a patch of hair missing, making him look like a strange, stubborn old goat whose fur had been plucked.

He comforted himself in his heart.

"Even if it's just on his own, Dad can do it!"

Only a few talismans have been produced so far, and there is still plenty of time to prepare.

If you find the right Qi Magic Spell before the New Year's bells ring, you can suppress the resurrected Holy Lord!

But then the old man thought again, his teacher had passed on his mantle to him, so who should he pass on these magic spells to?

Even if he were gone in the years to come, the threat of the devil would not disappear.

Who should step forward to fight against these terrifying monsters?

The first person the old man thought of was his nephew, Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan is arguably his closest person, without exception.

If his nephew could learn his skills, and given Jackie Chan's upright character, he believed that Jackie Chan wouldn't use these magical abilities to do anything outrageous.

The old man looked up and saw his nephew still covering his head.

"..."

He lowered his head again.

Forget it.

This nephew is good in every way, except he's too stupid.

They had absolutely no understanding or knowledge of magic.

If we're going to rely on Jackie Chan to fight demons, we might as well hope that a pig can transform into an immortal god!

His nephew wasn't interested in magic, but rather in the science that humanity had developed.

But under his influence, Jackie Chan eventually became an archaeologist.

At the very least, it could help him find some buried ancient books, which might contain some very important information.

"Sasa"

The pages are turned.

The resurrection of the Holy Lord will shatter the balance that has existed for thousands of years.

This matter, placed before his father, made him feel anxious.

He needs to find a suitable successor as soon as possible!

However, this stubborn old goat had a strange temper, which meant that he only had Jackie Chan and Jade by his side.

Are we going to rely on Xiaoyu, a little kid?

She is just a child!

"Ugh!"

The old man sighed again.

Since the creation of the talismans, and after the first chicken talisman appeared, all the other talismans have been taken by the Black Hand organization.

My father would often sigh without being able to stop himself.

Now that he knows who the demon they are fighting is, he can't help but sigh.

Legendary dragons, fire demons, masters of spells, emperors of ancient dynasties...

How can they deal with such a terrifying being, which even gods would have to sacrifice their lives to seal away?

Now, the talismans are being taken away piece by piece and put back in their places.

This demon has begun to bare his fangs.

The old man was very worried.

Jiang Shinian summoned Xiaoying.

"How is my little turtle now? Have those humans noticed?"

The top floor of the Black Hand Building.

The coiled dragon-shaped stone carving hangs high on the main wall.

His eyes were bloodshot.

hoarse voice.

The faint sound emanated and echoed in the hall.

A shadow clung to the ground, traversing the hall, and hurtled toward Jiang Shinian at breakneck speed.

Finally, a stunningly beautiful figure stepped out before him.