Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Deep underground in that ancient and gloomy castle, the dust of time is like a fine veil.

Softly covering every inch of space, the air is filled with the mixed scent of old paper and rotten wood, as if the accumulation of years has turned into substance, lingering in every corner.

Ah Fu, wearing a white robe and a blue hood, stood there quietly, like a solidified sculpture, reverently flipping through a history book as thick as a slate in his hands.

The cover of the history book has turned yellow, and the corners are slightly curled, as if telling the long years it has carried, like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, slowly turning the pages of history.

It records the history of these mysterious magicians in detail. Those words are like keys that slowly unveil their mysterious veil for Ah Fu.

It presents a long-forgotten past before his eyes and leads him into a world full of mystery and fantasy.

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

"They manipulate the magic of darkness, traveling through cities and villages like ghosts, and wherever they go, they are shrouded in fear."

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

“The magic that was once so awe-inspiring has gradually lost its power in the face of technology, just like a magic wand that has lost its power. It has become dim and dull, and can no longer summon wind and rain like before.”

"Their power also declined, retreating like the tide, leaving only some traces scattered in the long river of history, becoming legends and stories among people."

"But how come these idiots who can do magic can continue and persist until now?"

Ah Fu's voice echoed softly in the silent library, breaking the silence with a hint of doubt and contempt.

His fingers gently stroked the words on the pages, as if he could touch the pulse of that history, feeling the beating of years and the past glory and decline.

After closing the book, Ah Fu looked to the side. Not far from him, a statue of a king stood alone, with only the upper half of the body standing abruptly on a strange platform.

The face of the statue has become blurred, as if it has been ruthlessly eroded by the wind and sand of time, or as if it has been deliberately covered up by a mysterious force, but it still exudes a mysterious and majestic aura, as if guarding some unknown secret.

"Look what this cheetah found."

Ah Fu walked forward with steady steps, his eyes revealing a hint of sharpness and anticipation, like a cheetah locking onto its prey.

He stretched out a hand, which was long and powerful, and tightly grasped the head of the king statue. Then he moved it slightly, his movement was gentle but decisive.

"click"

A slight sound broke the silence, as if the gears of time were quietly touched, emitting an ancient sigh.

Not far away, a bookshelf slowly turned, accompanied by a low friction sound, as if the door of 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, calling Ah Fu to explore the mysteries within.

"This is……"

A surge of curiosity and excitement surged in Ah Fu's heart, his heartbeat accelerated, and he walked in without hesitation.

As he went deeper, the view in front of him suddenly became clear and a huge stone building appeared before him.

The building is grand and majestic. Its body made of huge stones seems to contain endless power, and each stone seems to be telling an ancient story.

It exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, which makes people feel awe, as if they are facing a giant who has been sleeping for thousands of years.

"Stone Pillar?"

Ah Fu's steps suddenly stopped, a look of surprise appeared on his face, his eyes fixed on the building in front of him, as if he was shocked by its momentum. He stood there for a moment, shocked by this sudden spectacular sight.

"boom!"

At this moment, a streak of light shot out from the darkness like lightning, with fierce momentum and dazzling light, and headed straight for Ah Fu.

The stream of light cut through the dark sky, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was a declaration of death.

Ah Fu's reaction is extremely sharp, which is the intuition honed by years of danger.

His body flashed to the side like a black shadow. His movements were swift and decisive, like a nimble ghost.

The streak of light almost brushed past the corner of his clothes and hit the wall behind him.

In an instant, a cloud of dust and rubble was raised, and a huge hole appeared on the wall. The surrounding stones cracked one after another, as if they had been hit hard by an angry god.

However, before Ah Fu could catch his breath, more and more magicians emerged from all directions. They were wearing white robes and blue hoods and surrounded Ah Fu.

Among these magicians, there was a man being held captive, and that man was Jackie Chan.

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

"Jackie Chan?"

There was a hint of surprise on Ah Fu's face. He never thought that Jackie Chan, who was so elusive and difficult to capture in normal times, could be captured so easily by a group of magicians.

This made him feel both surprised and somewhat fortunate, fortunate that he was not facing this sudden predicament alone.

Not far away, many magicians were staring at Ah Fu closely, their eyes revealing vigilance and hostility. They held their wands tightly in their hands, and magic power was slightly surging at the tips of the wands, ready to go, as if they were a group of hunters waiting for their prey, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

This made Ah Fu not fight back rashly when the magician beside him restrained him. He knew very well that the situation was extremely unfavorable to him at the moment, and any rash action could bring fatal consequences, so he chose to endure temporarily and wait for the right opportunity.

"Stop denying it, you know too much!"

The leading magician stood on the steps, tall and majestic, like a judge who controlled life and death.

He suddenly stretched out a finger, which seemed like a scepter of judgment, pointing directly at Ah Fu and Jackie Chan, and his voice was low and stern.

It echoed in the empty space with an unquestionable tone, as if their fate was firmly in his hands.

"I have no idea..."

"So what if you know?"

Jackie Chan's hands were clamped tightly, with an expression of anger and unwillingness on his face. He struggled hard, trying to break free from the restraints.

Chapter 176 You Know Too Much!

His body twisted constantly, the muscles in his arms tensed, and sweat ran down his cheeks, but the magician's restraints were as strong as steel.

However, Ah Fu on the side interrupted him directly, his eyes revealing a calm and decisive look, as if he had already made his own plans at this critical moment.

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

The leading magician had a blue light in his eyes, and that light was like a cold flame. His eyes were fierce and resolute, like the eyes of a demon from hell.

He pointed his finger again with the majesty of dominating life and death, and spoke to Jackie Chan and Ah Fu without any mercy or hesitation in his tone.

"Because you already know a lot."

He slowly walked down the stairs, his steps steady and slow, and every step seemed to step on people's hearts, making people feel an invisible pressure.

He paced back and forth in front of the two men, his hands behind his back, as if he was thinking about something, or as if he was deliberately creating a tense atmosphere, making them wait for the decision of fate in fear.

"So, I will tell you the secrets that others don't know!"

The leading magician slowly took off his blue hood, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with thick and dense beard.

His beard grows wildly like dense grass, giving people a wild and mysterious feeling, as if hiding endless wisdom and power.

He spread his hands, the action was a bit exaggerated and mysterious, and his tone was full of temptation, as if he was showing them a mysterious and dangerous treasure.

"About, how to use the Stonehenge!"

"Uh......"

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

However, the middle-aged man who revealed his true face ignored Jackie Chan's speech, as if his words were like the wind in his ears, which passed by in a flash.

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

"Our magicians know that the Monolith has enormous destructive power and is a weapon powerful enough to overturn the world!"

The bearded magician clenched his fist suddenly, and that fist seemed to contain endless power, trying to demonstrate the terrifying power of this magnificent building.

The muscles in his arms were tense and the blue veins were slightly bulging, like angry little snakes crawling on his arms.

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

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

The ropes dug deeply into their skin, leaving red marks, but both of them clenched their teeth and did not utter a single groan.

His eyes revealed determination and indomitable spirit, and he was unwilling to show any weakness in front of the enemy.

"You are stupid, go to hell!"

At the signal from the middle-aged man, the magicians around him quickly came to their respective positions and formed a mysterious circle.

They closed their eyes, chanted something, and began to gather extraordinary magical power.

Magical energy gathered in their palms, forming gleaming orbs that emitted a powerful and mysterious aura, as if they were evil spirits they had summoned, ready to unleash their destructive power.

"Let the Age of Magic begin! We will destroy the big cities one by one. Your free and easy modern society will enter the Dark Ages from now on. Let our magicians rule it again!"

The middle-aged man with a long beard also condensed a magical power in his hand. The magic power was dazzling, as if he was holding a star in his hand, emitting a heart-pounding light.

He pointed his other hand suddenly, and that finger seemed to be the pointer of fate, and he shouted towards a prosperous city in the distance. His voice was full of madness and ambition, as if he had stood at the top of the world, ready to trample everything under his feet.

"That blazing fire will destroy the city of London!"

His voice was high and passionate, like the surging waves hitting the rocks, so powerful that it made people shudder.

He embraced the sky with his hands, as if he had already seen the terrible picture he had imagined in his mind. A crazy and distorted expression appeared on his face, and he was immersed in his own fantasy world and couldn't extricate himself.

"buzz buzz buzz"

Suddenly, a rapid roar of an engine came from the sky. The sound was like rolling thunder, breaking the deathly silence here. It was like the light before dawn, bringing a glimmer of hope to this dark world.

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

"what is that!"

The middle-aged magician with a long beard pointed suddenly, as if the finger was pointing at the unknown fear, and shouted loudly.

There was a hint of panic and uneasiness in his voice, his original composure had been broken, as if he had sensed some impending threat.

"Dad?!"

Jackie Chan and Ah Fu were tied to stone pillars. They looked at the helicopter flying at high speed in the sky with surprise on their faces. They shouted in unison, their voices full of hope and expectation, as if they had seen a savior.

The strong wind came howling like an invisible giant hand, sweeping everything wantonly and making everything around it shake.

The helicopter was flying with difficulty in the strong wind, and its fuselage was shaking slightly, like a bird struggling in a storm.

As it gradually approached, strong winds blew continuously, making the magicians' white robes rustle, and they couldn't help but use their wide sleeves to cover their eyes.

In order to resist the invasion of the strong wind, an expression of pain and helplessness appeared on his face, as if he was disturbed by the sudden strong wind.