Chapter 127 [The Thirteenth District that will never be conquered]
“Huh? Son of Darkness???”
The Holy Master must be Shi Lezhi, since Yang An was asked to catch him by himself.
The family is laughing so hard. Does he want to laugh himself to death and inherit his inheritance?
When Yang An heard this, he almost lost his expression.
Fortunately he is professional.
But looking at it this way, the Holy Lord really has some plans for his identity as the Son of Darkness.
The Son of Darkness cannot be harmed by people or creatures of the dark camp.
But it’s not completely absolute!
At least Yang An is vaguely worried, feeling that for a top-notch demon like the Holy Lord, who can rival the gods.
The title "Son of Darkness" does not have any binding force. Instead, it makes him look like Tang Monk and be remembered.
As expected!
Looking now, the Holy Lord has already peeked at him.
The Holy Lord noticed Whitebeard’s slightly weird tone and quickly answered.
"Yes, Father, according to the aura I felt, the Son of Darkness was also brought to San Francisco."
"He is very important to me."
The Holy Lord said while observing Whitebeard's expression. He was worried that Whitebeard himself knew about the Son of Darkness.
Originally, the Holy Lord gave this task to Walong.
But who made Wallon fail!
[Holy Lord: This waste! waste! 】
The Son of Darkness, if nothing else goes wrong, has fallen into the hands of the mage named Dad.
The Holy Lord has no hope and lets a group of ordinary people compete with the mage.
It’s entirely because it has too few cards that can be used, and it has a bad hand, which makes it impossible to play!
Especially when the Holy Lord’s palace was dragged out by some unknown guy.
The Holy Lord and the Ghost Mask also lost control, causing it to be unable to summon and control the ghost army. It could only rely on these humans, or in other words, it could only rely on Whitebeard, who seemed willing to help him.
The Holy Lord is impatient to get out of the current predicament!
If he could get the Son of Darkness and get back the Sheep Talisman, he would be sure to seize the body of the Son of Darkness.
Getting free in advance, even if the strength is further improved, it is not necessarily possible to get rid of the demon god's body that has been greatly weakened.
So, the Holy Lord did not hesitate to look down and put in all his efforts to please Whitebeard, "Father, Father~ you are not willing to help your son even with this small request."< br>
'I don't have a son as old and bad as you. ’
Yang An cursed in his heart, despising the Holy Lord and not giving up any dignity at all.
But think about it, it is the Holy Lord who can put his face down and be able to bend and stretch, so that he can escape from hell again and again.
Looking at the other seven demons, aren’t they strong enough?
At least the Moon Demon Curse Lan and the Thunder Demon Zhongsu! There is also the mountain demon Bo Gang, who can threaten the Holy Lord.
But why can the Holy Lord run out again and again, but they can't?
The reason is that the old saying goes - shameless people are invincible!
“I promise you.”
Whitebeard waved his hand without hesitation, as if it was a trivial matter, which made the Holy Master feel happy.
Whitebeard's strength is well known to him. He is much stronger than himself now, and can even reach the height of the Demonic Pillar God.
As soon as he made a move, he successfully got a charm, although he didn't give it to him.
My Holy Lord has recorded this account!
Logically speaking, such a figure should be a heroic figure in both ancient and modern times, but the Holy Lord has never heard of the other party's name.
This can only be regarded as Whitebeard having an adventure.
Not even the Holy Lord dares to ensure that he understands all the secrets of this world. This world hides too many unknowns.
"That's great, thank you father, I will always remember you and your help to me."
The Holy Lord said in an moved tone, but in his heart he roared viciously, 'Yes, I will remember all the shame! When I get out of trouble, I will peel off your skin, cramp your muscles, and refine your soul! ! ! ’
Before the Holy Lord was happy for too long, Baibeard showed some embarrassment on his face, and used his thick palms to straighten his crescent-like white beard.
"But. I have a small problem now."
The Holy Lord suddenly raised his heart, "What's wrong, father."
"That's it."
Yang An smiled, he knew that the Holy Master was holding back his evil, what a coincidence, he was the same.
So, we must squeeze out every last drop of the Holy Lord’s benefits.
"I just woke up from my deep sleep and found that my staff was stolen by some thief!"
Whitebeard's voice was like thunder, echoing in the office.
“Asleep?”
Upon hearing this, the Holy Master was obviously shocked, and the red light in his eyes flickered.
Obviously something was wrong.
But Yang An didn't care. He went on to state his purpose with strong deception, "What a big boy, why don't you help dad solve the problem of the staff."
"Staff?"
The Holy Lord is uncertain in his heart. To be honest, his spell has been hacked, which has already made the Holy Lord furious. He must not be willing to pay the price. of.
Regardless of whether the Holy Lord is an Eastern Dragon or a Western Dragon, it is realistic to be stingy with his treasures.
Furthermore, the Holy Lord's method of contact with the outside world is almost cut off. Even if he has the staff, it is difficult to get it back. Is it possible that he needs to give Whitebeard the address of his treasure hiding place?
Even if it is given, the Holy Master is not sure how effective those magic props will be after the magic power has declined for thousands of years.
But if you don’t show
Whitebeard’s appearance, it’s obvious that he’s just like Wallon! The bad nature of human beings, the Holy Lord doesn't even think about his own virtues, yet he has the nerve to criticize others.
When the Holy Lord was in a dilemma, White Beard said casually, "I heard that the sharp teeth of a dragon are most suitable as a magical weapon. In combination with dragon scales, dragon blood, dragon tendons and..."
Holy Lord Hearing this, my heart trembled.
‘No, do you want to kill me? '
"Father, I am sealed in the sculpture now. I can't take out what you said." The Holy Lord suppressed his anger and answered in a low voice.
To be honest, Yang An felt a little pity for the Holy Lord, he was so humble.
This is still because the Holy Lord is not strong enough, but he is different. Yang An will not make the same mistakes that the Holy Lord made again.
He will continue to get stronger and continue on the road to becoming stronger, until no one can do anything to him!
“Oh?”
Whitebeard jumped down from the table with a half-smile, bang! The floor shook.
The shadow formed by the tall figure shrouded the tiny Holy Lord.
Unconsciously, the Holy Lord, the immortal demon god, was at a disadvantage.
“Really?”
I was sweating profusely.
Seeing Whitebeard's cold expression, the Holy Master knew that he had to come up with something.
“However, I have left behind a piece of material that can be used as material for your staff.”
After weighing the pros and cons, the Holy Lord had no choice but to make a choice.
It has a magic circle under the San Francisco Bridge, with several dragon teeth as supports.
Originally it was so that one day, if his body was destroyed, he could be resurrected through dragon teeth!
But now, his resurrection is the general trend of the world and is unstoppable. It is time to use the backup plan he left behind.
Although the Holy Lord is still very heartbroken, he can only trap the wolf if he gives up his children.
"The dragon's teeth I left behind are buried under the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. I am willing to dedicate them to you for your use." When he said this, the Holy Lord's voice was trembling, which showed that he had been pushed to the limit. It would probably be too much if he continued to push. Nothing good can be gained.
"Good boy, I knew you wouldn't let your father down." Whitebeard was satisfied and gave up.
"Don't worry, after I make the staff, I will go and bring you the Son of Darkness you want!"
With this comfort, the Holy Lord's heartache finally felt better. But he still didn't want to say a word and just cut off the 'call connection'.
Forbearance!
The day of reckoning is coming soon.
Everything it loses will be regained on that day!
Under the Golden Gate Bridge
The figure with white beard appears.
Don't look at the original drama Xiaoyu and the others. It's easy to find the Dragon Teeth Resurrection Formation, but how could the Holy Lord leave the Dragon Teeth exposed without any hidden means.
Without the help of the Holy Lord.
No one can discover this formation until the Dragon Teeth Resurrection Formation is activated!
Because of this, Yang An did not run over to find it himself, but directly pulled out the tiger's mouth, no, the dragon's mouth, and let the Holy Master tell him how to activate the formation, and then he came to harvest it with great interest.
After activating the magic circle according to the method provided by the Holy Lord.
"Rumble--"
The ground began to tremble, and huge gaps opened in the grass beside the river beach.
Subsequently, three terrifying dragon teeth that were almost four to five meters long appeared on the ground and were inlaid on the stone slab. Various patterns were also carved on the stone slab.
It seems extremely mysterious.
“What a big dragon’s tooth.” Yang An habitually tugged on his beard and exclaimed.
Some people around noticed the situation and pointed in this direction, while others looked around curiously, as if looking for a camera. After all, this scene was too much like filming a movie.
But then he was driven away by the mafia.
Yang An did not pay attention to the discussions of ordinary people, and first used sand to destroy the Holy Lord's magic circle.
Then he directly pulled out the three-meter-high dragon tooth!
Including the parts buried deep underground, the teeth alone are five meters long. Even after thousands of years, they are still extremely sharp and carry the power of a dragon!
One can imagine how huge and powerful the Holy Lord's demonic body is.
In this case, Yang An has to find a way to weaken the Holy Lord.
In addition to wanting the Son of Darkness, the Holy Lord most likely had the purpose of killing two birds with one stone and wanted Whitebeard to kill Dad and the others directly.
What a coincidence.
Yang An also wanted to warn Father about the existence of Holy Lord in advance.
After all, Dad has not figured out who the talismans belong to yet, but he only found out from the data that these talismans once belonged to a terrible dark wizard.
Remind Dad early so that Dad and others can prepare early.
Animation is animation after all, and some plots are too childish. The reality is that the Holy Lord is resurrected, and his power must be terrifying. He wants to defeat the Holy Lord and seize the Black Qi status of the Holy Lord.
Yang An must be absolutely foolproof!
There is no way to weaken a powerful demon god too much.
The dragon teeth contain a large amount of black energy and magic power, and store part of the power of the Holy Lord. Otherwise, there is no way to resurrect the Holy Lord with just three dragon teeth.
It’s all cheaper now Yang An.
How many wands can this make!
With the wand, Yang An can better control the unreasonable spiritual magic originated from the Harry Potter world, and his combat effectiveness can be increased by at least 20%, or even more.
In District Thirteen.
This will be very lively, starting with Xiaoyu rushing into Yang An's room.
Not only Jackie Chan came, but also his father came to this extremely confidential base.
Chief Black intends to show his father, the mage, the strength of District 13, and takes him to visit.
He seems to have forgotten the shadow Yang An gave him.
As a result, when it came to my dad, I received only a few words of evaluation.
"It's useless!"
"These weird gadgets can't deal with magic at all."
"Dad has long said that you must use magic to defeat magic. You want to use computers to defeat the black energy wizard. Well! They are still ordinary people who know nothing about magic."
Dad's sharp comments made Sheriff Black feel disgraced and secretly blamed himself for not having a good memory and making the same mistake again.
Finally, I took my father to the conference room in District 13.
"Huh, you only have a nice lounge here with hot tea!"
This is the most pertinent comment my father has made since he entered District 13.
Seeing his father's disdain for modern equipment, Jackie Chan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and apologized to Sheriff Blake.
Fortunately, although Sheriff Black and a certain S.H.I.E.L.D. guy are both bald and like to wear black windbreakers and red sweaters, he is much more considerate than Nick Fury.
Chief Black: "It doesn't matter Jackie Chan. The original purpose of building District 13 was not to confront the mysterious."
"I can tell now, what happened?"
"It's about the talisman that the Mafia is looking for." Jackie Chan recalled Whitebeard's tall body like a mountain, and the other party also appeared. Using magic, they were at a disadvantage.
This is not the only bad news.
Dad knocked on the table, interrupting Jackie Chan, with a serious look in his eyes behind his reading glasses.
“The world is about to be in big trouble.”
"That talisman once belonged to a powerful demon wizard. It once commanded a huge empire, and its territory spanned the entire Eurasian continent. The world called him - the Holy Lord!"
"The Holy Lord!" ?” Sheriff Black repeated in confusion, why hasn’t he heard of such a person?
"Haha, then you should know about the Golden Rooster Palace recently excavated by Dongda University."
Dad took out a crumpled newspaper, slapped it on the table, and pushed it a little The glasses that slipped off continued.
“The Holy Lord is the ruler of the Golden Rooster King Dynasty! It’s just that everything about him has been artificially erased from history. No one knows that there once was a terrifying demon god who commanded the earth, and no one even knows about him. ”
"But the Golden Rooster King Dynasty is just a myth and legend. It has been three or four thousand years ago." Before Chief Black could finish speaking, his father gave him a shudder on his forehead.
“Hey!”
“Listen to Dad!” Dad said dissatisfied, “The Holy Lord is not an ordinary person, He is a demon, an immortal demon!”
"The talisman contains the power of the Holy Lord"
"We cannot let this power fall into the hands of the Mafia." This was the only sentence Sheriff Black said that satisfied his father, nonsense.
"Although you can't help much, you can search the whole world for traces of spells. This is what Dad wants to say." Dad said seriously, crossing his arms.
He still has some guesses in his mind, but they are just guesses and cannot be expressed yet.
Chief Blake happily agreed to his father’s request. After all, this is also his job.
Just when he invited his father to stay for lunch.
A piercing siren sounded.
"What happened?"
A group of people rushed to the control room.
On the big screen, in front of the phone booth used to hide in District 13, a giant at least five or six meters tall appeared and smashed the wall with one punch.
“It’s him!”
Jackie Chan exclaimed, remembering the horrific night a few days ago, “It’s the mage of the Mafia!”
At this time, Chief Black said confidently.
“Don’t worry, Jackie Chan, District 13 is safe!”
(End of this chapter)