Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Chapter 105 Oops, Dad’s lizard flew away!

Jiang Shi Nian seemed to be pulled suddenly by the giant hand of fate. His body tensed instantly and every scale was like a standing cold blade, flashing a cold luster in the dim sky.

The next moment, his huge dragon tail, which was thick and covered with mysterious patterns, seemed to be infused with the mighty power of the ancient god of war. It was like an iron whip that had broken free from its shackles, carrying the power to destroy the world, and was accompanied by the sound of a fierce wind.

The sound of the wind whistling past was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, or like the neighing of thousands of horses galloping, carrying a tremendous force, and sweeping across fiercely in an almost brutal manner.

For a moment, the air around seemed to be cut by a sharp blade.

Making a hissing sound.

The blood foam and broken bones were like fallen leaves caught in a strong wind in late autumn, or like defeated and fleeing soldiers on a battlefield, all being blown into the air.

They scattered wantonly in the chaotic space, splashing a bloody storm. The scene was extremely tragic, just like a Shura field descending on the earth, filled with a chilling murderous atmosphere.

"Dad!"

Jackie Chan was originally exhausted by this long battle. His eyes were full of bloodshot, his face was soaked in sweat and blood, revealing endless anxiety and fatigue.

However, at this critical moment, the shout was like a bright ray of dawn, penetrating through layers of haze, breaking through the throat, high-pitched and passionate, with ecstasy and eager expectation that was difficult to conceal, exploding in this dead and bloody atmosphere!

In the long and difficult struggle with this demon, every minute and every second was torture, and every confrontation seemed to be lingering on the brink of death.

Now, Dad is like a god sent from heaven, just like a lonely boat that has been drifting in the stormy waves for a long time and is almost sinking, and finally sees a quiet harbor. How can he not be excited and overjoyed?

On the other hand, Jiang Shi Nian has completely transformed into a cold and stern god of war, emitting a biting coldness and overwhelming pressure from his body.

In his eyes, the scarlet flames were like the wicked fire of the Nine Nether Hell, burning up, leaping and surging wantonly, like two balls of ghostly fire, spying on their prey in the darkness.

His face was as gloomy as water, like the midnight sky covered by leaden clouds, so dark that not a single light can be seen, and full of vigilance and fear. Every wrinkle on his face and every tense muscle told of his tension as if facing a great enemy.

He closely watched his father's every move, as if the slightest mistake would lead to eternal damnation.

I saw that in my father's hand, there was a ball of green light held steadily. The green light seemed like the mysterious original force condensed when the universe was first created, or like the spiritual light stolen from the ancient fairyland. It was dazzling and dreamy.

Looking closer, it turned out to be a seemingly ordinary lizard trunk that actually held a secret.

At this moment, it seemed like a divine weapon awakened by the ancient gods, and the magic power around it was surging and gathering like a prehistoric beast awakening after sleeping for thousands of years.

It is huge and majestic, like a surging wave, one after another, surging wildly and impacting the surrounding space.

It seems that all the rules and order in this world are drawn into this magical vortex.

In comparison, the slight fluctuation when Xiaoyu cast magic before was like a faint firefly shivering under the bright moon, or like a tiny grain of rice facing the bright warm sun.

It was instantly swallowed up by the endless light, eclipsed, and made to look insignificant and dim by the blazing green light.

As the magic power continued to surge, an increasingly bizarre and magnificent scene slowly unfolded in the green light, like a beautiful painting from a mysterious other world slowly unfolding.

The flowers, plants and trees gradually emerged from nothingness like a mirage. They were crystal clear, as if they were carved from the finest jade.

Every petal and leaf is engraved with the divine patterns of nature. They are glowing and emitting a warm and mysterious halo. The halo flows, as if telling the secrets of ancient times.

The curling white mist, like a soft veil woven by fairies in heaven, lingers hazily, adding a touch of ethereal fairyland to the fantasy, as if in a dream, making people feel as if they have strayed into a fairyland and become so intoxicated that they don't know the way home.

Under your feet, yellow sand spreads out like golden silk, coming from the distant desert through time and space, covering an isolated island with lush vegetation and abundant greenery.

That green is the most vigorous color of life and the strongest note played by nature. Every leaf and every flower seems to be injected with life and aura, and sparkles brightly.

It seems like it is cheering and leaping for joy, welcoming this long-awaited opportunity to come into the world.

At first, the green island was only an illusory shadow the size of a palm. However, under the nourishment of magic, it seemed to be blown by the gods, becoming more and more real, as if it was about to cross time and space, descend to the mortal world, and bring about an unknown turning point in fate.

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters!..."

The corners of Jiang Shi Nian's eyes twitched violently, and his narrow eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, like a dormant beast.

He revealed his deadly edge when the prey approached, thinking in his heart that he must not let his father "cast spells" like this.

He raised his hand decisively, and in an instant, a mysterious wave seemed to appear out of thin air, vibrating in the air. The wave was like ripples on the water surface caused by a huge rock hitting the water, but it carried the potential to destroy the world.

"Except your weapons!"

Jiang Shi Nian was like a berserker possessed by magic. He let out a low roar, and before he finished his words, a bright light like lightning tore through the chaos and darkness, and shot towards his father at a high speed with unparalleled force.

This magic in his hands seemed to be effortless and smooth, an instinct honed through countless battles.

He is totally different from his father, who needs to mutter to himself and chant long spells, like a slow-moving old scholar, dragging his feet in the battlefield of life and death.

"oops!"

Dad was concentrating on gathering his magic power, like a priest about to start a grand ritual, completely immersed in the sacred atmosphere of communicating with the gods.

The general was caught off guard by the swift and bright light, just like being attacked by a hidden arrow. His body shook violently and he cried out in surprise. The sound was filled with astonishment and unwillingness, echoing in the air and breaking the momentary silence.

"Dad's lizard flew!"

Along with this shout, the magic that was originally ready to be released in his hand instantly dissipated, and the magic power rushed everywhere like an out-of-control tide.

Dad watched the magic weapon slip out of his hand and fly away, as if he was watching his star of hope fall.

But the next second, he didn't even bother to pick it up, but raised his hand to take off the small glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, and hurriedly wiped them with the corner of his clothes, muttering: "One more thing, why are Dad's glasses dirty."

That look, like a stain on a pair of glasses, was more important than the tense battle situation at the moment.

At a critical moment of life and death, his calmness and persistence made people laugh, but it also highlighted his unique personality and way of dealing with things.

In the blink of an eye, Dad finished wiping, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a relieved smile: "Oh, it's finally clean."

At the same time, a reminder sound rang in Jiang Shinian's ears.

Chapter 106 God-level magic—time pause!

[The behavior was determined successfully, and you have obtained the god-level magic - Time Stop! ]

"Let me fight against the protagonists. I really am fighting against the protagonists."

Jiang Shinian watched his father bending down to pick up the magic weapon and snorted twice. His laughter was icy and full of ridicule and disdain.

"Finally completed this task."

His tense nerves relaxed a little as he stood on the dim ground. The shadows around him were as thick as ink, like a materialized tide of darkness that could swallow him up at any time and drive him into the kingdom of shadows.

He had already made plans. The immortal god armor could not only allow Xiaoyu to float, but it would also not be difficult for Jackie Chan to fly into the air. Once they were entangled in the sky, he would be attacked from both sides and entangled, and it would be extremely difficult to escape.

That's why he kept circling on the ground, occasionally raiding Blake to distract Jackie Chan from rescuing him and disrupt his formation. He was like a cunning fox, making clever plans under the hunter's nose to seek a chance to survive.

"Jackie Chan."

Now that the mission was completed, Jiang Shinian no longer had any desire to continue the fight. He thought that using words to confuse their minds would be a good idea, so he shouted in a hoarse and dark voice, like that of an old bellows.

"You have launched a massive war to attack me, and you call it fighting the devil. But I want to ask, what kind of heinous crime did the devil commit that is worthy of you mobilizing your army to surround this Black Hand Building?"

The tone was leisurely and carried a hint of cynical mockery, more like a declaration of war to the opponents, challenging their so-called justice and fairness.

"You slaughtered so many people, and you still want to shirk responsibility? If this is not a sin, then what is cruelty? Not only did you attack me, you also attacked the innocent Blake, and even tried to kill Xiaoyu!"

Jackie Chan was so furious that his eyes seemed to spit fire, like burning cups, and his chest heaved violently.

Every breath he took was as heavy as pulling a bellows. He ran to his father and stood beside him, like a warrior who had found a backer. He straightened his back and roared in response at the top of his voice.

The roaring sound seemed to break through the sky, carrying unquestionable anger and condemnation, echoing between heaven and earth, exposing the devil's evil deeds to the world.

"It's not as simple as you say."

Jiang Shi Nian looked calm, his tone was still leisurely, his hands folded across his chest, like a wise man in control of the overall situation, with a bit of cynical playfulness.

"It all started because you surrounded me and attacked me first. I was just defending myself and even showed mercy by letting many people go. The deaths and injuries of those people were just the price you paid for your wrong decision."

He spoke eloquently, as if stating a truth that was misunderstood by the world. His tone revealed a sense of grievance and innocence, which made people feel a little dazed and unable to distinguish the truth from the false.

"No, it's because you enslaved thousands of humans a long time ago. Your tyranny and cruelty made your subjects unbearable, so they rose up and attacked you, leading to your current fate."

Dad put on his glasses again and straightened the frames. His movements were steady and powerful, as if he was gathering his aura. He tightly grasped the magic weapon, as if he was holding the throat of fate. His cloudy eyes were sharp, as if he could see through the devil's disguise.

The old voice was steady and powerful, breaking the brief silence, like the ringing of a huge bell, vibrating in the air, awakening people's memories of that dark period of history.

"Oh? Since I'm already in such a mess, why are you still forcing me and adding insult to injury?"

Jiang Shi Nian raised his head and laughed strangely. His laughter sounded like the cry of an owl at night, sharp and piercing, cutting through the sky and echoing in the air, filled with resentment and indignation.

"The victors take the cake, and the losers are the bandits. History has always been written by you humans, so naturally you will exaggerate the evil deeds of the devil. But is that really the case? In this world, is there really absolute right and wrong?"

He pressed forward step by step, as if questioning fate, and as if challenging the established rules of the world. Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart.

Jiang Shi Nian paused, his emotions becoming more and more agitated, like a ignited gunpowder barrel, his voice rising, like a huge bell ringing, resounding through the sky: "Back then, although I ruled over mankind, I also protected them. When did we, the eight demons, massacre mankind? We just let you live in peace!"

"But what about you? You are treacherous and shameless. You betrayed your own emperor and tried to overthrow the rule and establish a new country!"

"Look at the history of human development. How many people have died in those bloody wars and cruel punishments? How many countries have been destroyed? How many nations have been ruined? And how many lives have been wiped out because of your struggle for power and profit!"

"Don't you know how badly the world's ecology has been destroyed? The number of people I killed who wanted to harm me is not even as many as the number of deaths in one of your small-scale battles, and yet you call this kindness and justice, and you can even distinguish right from wrong?"

Every word of Jiang Shi Nian's words was so aggressive that it was like a heavy hammer, silencing everyone present.

Dad’s brows were furrowed, as if he was trapped in a thousand-year maze. He thought hard, trying to find an exit, and was speechless for a moment.

Jackie Chan was not good at speaking, and facing this sharp question, he opened his mouth, unable to utter a word for a long time. He felt as if his throat was blocked, and all the anger in his heart seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water, leaving him only confused.

Xiaoyu's face turned red like a ripe tomato, with a lot of thoughts swirling around in her tongue, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back, stunned by the complicated situation and profound remarks.

Indeed, my father has read all the secrets in the classics and learned that the eight ancient demons are not as vicious, cruel and brutal as described in literary works.

Just like the mountain demon Pogon, although he enslaved humans to find food, he was not picky about food and could eat anything. It was only because of his astonishing appetite that people suffered terribly, and he became the most vicious symbol in records.

The Moon Demon was even more wronged. He lived on the moon, but was inexplicably visited by a group of people who sealed him in hell without saying a word, causing him to endure endless torture. It was truly pitiful.

But the wheel of history rolls forward, the truth is buried in the dust, good and evil are interpreted one-sidedly, and now no one knows what new chapter this confrontation will open. Only the passion and fighting spirit are still burning above this battlefield.

"The world is quietly changing. The slightest changes are like the lightning in the clouds before a storm. Under the lead-gray sky, they are faintly shaking the foundation of the entire world."

Jiang Shi Nian's low and hoarse voice sounded like a mysterious whisper coming from the Netherworld, wrapped in decay and majesty, echoing in the heavy, almost suffocating air.

The sound of the wind whistled past my ears, like the weeping of a vengeful spirit, or like an ominous prelude played by fate, making the corners of everyone's clothes rustle and their hair dance wildly, just like the invisible hand of fate, wantonly fiddling with the thread of the situation.

He seemed to have thrown out these words casually, but his sharp eyes were like a hawk locking onto its prey, always sticking closely to his father, as if he wanted to spy out the secrets in his heart from the changes in his expression.

The sky was becoming increasingly gloomy at this time, with thick dark clouds piling up layer upon layer, like towering black mountains, pressing down heavily and completely swallowing up the already weak light in the sky.

Only a few rays of pale light struggled to penetrate the gaps in the clouds with difficulty and fell on this land full of murderous atmosphere, as if outlining a cold and gloomy background painting for the cruel game that was about to take place.

Jackie Chan, who was standing by, was completely bewildered when he heard this. Confusion was written all over his face, like a crumpled piece of white paper. He was completely confused by this sudden, Arabian Nights-like statement.

Jiang Shi Nian's sharp words had already left him speechless. He could only rely on his knowledge as an archaeologist to keep up with the other students' thoughts, but the sudden "great changes in the world" and "the birth of a new demon" suddenly emerged.