Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 130 Beast King's Tomb

"In the dream, my mission is to resurrect the orcs. If we don't resurrect them, we will all die. Uncle Long, what should I do?"

Sam's voice held a hint of anxiety: "Based on what we know so far, once the orcs appear, they will definitely fight with the humans, and then there may be another devastation."

Jackie Chan also felt it was a bit of a dilemma, after all, it's hard to say what's right and wrong between different races.

"He definitely cannot be resurrected."

Jackie Chan first set the tone for this underground journey.

Regardless, society is still reeling from the aftermath of the Curse of Blue and has not yet fully stabilized; now, war has broken out.
No, war can happen at any time.

War is always cruel, as clearly illustrated in these murals.

Every war that the orcs could record meant that one race disappeared into the annals of history.

If the Orcs still have a place in the world, then what Jackie Chan needs to do is try his best to stabilize both sides and prevent war from breaking out.

But things are different now. The people outside who are working hard to restore order are not wrong, and they should not be involved in a war that can be avoided.

None of the group, adults and children alike, seemed relaxed; their faces appeared very solemn in the increasingly dim light of the wall lamp.

The warm yellow mural depicts a time when the sun shines brightly, preventing all evil from harming the orcs.

In this mural, the world is peaceful, a rare occurrence.

Perhaps everyone needs this rest after being ravaged by the shadows, or perhaps the sun god is truly powerful enough to suppress all conflicts with his own strength.

In the orcish accounts, the sun god was also supreme, representing peace and hope.

There were even instances where major wars were only briefly mentioned, but the ritual procedures of the feathered serpent god were depicted in a painting spanning several meters.

Seeing the orcs' worship of the sun, no one spoke again.

A frightened Jimmy, a somber Jackie Chan, a dazed Jade, and a Sam with his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

The group walked past the heavy historical murals, as if they had walked through tens of thousands of years after the end of the demon age.

The last record states that in the murals, humans have bloodshot eyes, blue faces and fangs, and there are brutal scenes of slaughtering an entire race, mounds of corpses built by orcs or other races, and even accusations and curses written in orc script.

These characters have some hieroglyphic meanings, and Jackie Chan, as a top archaeologist, can roughly understand some of the meanings from these strange characters.
The passage came to an end.

It was an ancient and heavy stone door, half-open, covered with intricate patterns. A chill emanated from the cracks in the stone door, bringing the four of them back to their senses.

"Be careful, stay behind me."

He spoke in a low voice and began to examine the stone door, looking through the cracks in it.

The area behind the door was empty, with gusts of cold wind blowing in, carrying a faint stench of decay, as if there were a mural depicting a mural of a giant pile of corpses behind the door, a thought that instilled fear in one's heart.

Jackie Chan turned his head, and the wall lights in the passageway behind him were going out one by one.

This unusual situation made Jackie Chan feel uneasy.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and the three children, who all only reached his chest, had different expressions.

He rallied his spirits. Although it was hard to believe that a dream could become reality, it had now really happened, so all he could do was try his best to ensure the children's safety.

Hopefully, my recent practice will be effective.
Jackie Chan thought about placing his hands on the stone door.

His muscles bulged, and the veins on his arms exuded a strong sense of power.

Rumble.
As Jackie Chan continued to exert force, a dull and oppressive feeling washed over him.

The heavy door was shaken and slowly pushed open.

Beside him, three children stared wide-eyed at Jackie Chan in shock.

hum~
Flames shot up, illuminating the area behind the door, but the difference in brightness was so great that it was difficult to see what was behind the door through the crack.

Jackie Chan suddenly unleashed a tremendous force, and the door was finally pushed open completely.

He looked ahead, panting.

"Wow, my God."

Behind me, I heard the children's gasps of amazement.

Looking at everything in front of him, Jackie Chan immediately thought of three words: the First Emperor's Tomb!

Behind the door was a vast space, as if the entire underground had been hollowed out to create a huge platform.

The platform stretches as far as the eye can see.

The square was filled with orcs, each over two meters tall, standing in neat rows, their eyes filled with murderous intent, their faces blue and their fangs bared.

Bonfires were burning fiercely, and the flickering flames added to the sense of oppression.

"Absolutely, absolutely do not touch it, do you hear me!"

Jackie Chan was momentarily dazed, suppressing some of his excitement at seeing the ancient civilization, and spoke seriously to the three children.

He does enjoy archaeology and ancient civilizations, but now is clearly not the time for archaeology.

"Got it" ×3
Seeing how well-behaved the children were, he nodded in satisfaction.

He turned around and carefully led the three of them into the square.

He walked very slowly, as if afraid of some kind of trap.

The three children were really well-behaved; they didn't run around or touch anything inappropriate.

For a moment, even Jackie Chan could hardly believe it.

But that's a good thing.

Jackie Chan was searching for something. If there truly was supernatural power here, then finding just one thing would save them this time.
Behind him, of the three children, Sam stood in the middle, with the other two children nestled beside him. All three were looking at the orc warriors on either side, who were exceptionally tall compared to humans, with different expressions on their faces.

Sam looked at the two of them, one with a look of fear and the other with a look of worry, and said in a low but sincere voice, "I'm sorry to have dragged you into such a dangerous situation, but don't be afraid, I will protect you."

“It’s not your fault, it was my choice to come along, and,” Jimmy snapped out of his daze, “we’re friends, and friends should share both good and bad times.”

Xiaoyu also came to her senses and gently comforted her, "I'm not blaming you, I just..."

Her expression faltered for a moment. As she met the gaze of an orc, she suddenly sensed a powerful killing intent in his eyes, and the pungent smell of blood seemed to fill her nostrils, flashing images through her mind.

They looked like mounds of corpses, with pairs of unseeing eyes staring at her, as if accusing her of something, or perhaps resenting something.

"Xiaoyu?"

"Hmm? I'm fine." Xiaoyu shook her head and remained silent. "I'm just feeling a little unwell."

"Where do you feel unwell?" Sam asked with concern, his gaze unconsciously glancing at the necklace that symbolized friendship.

Xiaoyu pursed her lips.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, but all she saw were those bloody scenes, as if countless races were wailing in despair. But this bloodshed and despair gave her a very strange and contradictory feeling.

At times, it was as if she were looking at the last glimmer of hope, giving her the feeling that she needed to be redeemed.

Sometimes it's like looking at your most admired idol, making her feel like she needs to be protected.

But in the end, it all turned into an extreme resentment and murderous intent, as if they were looking at an enemy, wishing they could devour her alive.

This sense of disconnect made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"fine."

Xiaoyu shook her head and followed behind Jackie Chan, her head slightly lowered, no longer looking at the orc sculptures.

It wasn't that she didn't want to talk about her problems, but Uncle Long was a physical cultivator without magical abilities, while the other two were just ordinary children.

Currently, she is the only one capable of casting spells, so there's no point in mentioning such strange things; it would only add to the worry.

Feeling the rune fail, she felt a pang of disappointment.

But he still didn't give up trying. His internal magic kept circulating, and runes kept appearing on the hand hidden behind his back, only to disappear quickly.

A slight fluctuation of righteous energy flickered, but it was not something an ordinary person could perceive.

The group wandered through what seemed like an endless sea of ​​sculptures.

"Xiaoyu."

Xiaoyu looked up at the two boys beside her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sam held up a bottle of drinking water and said earnestly, "Don't be afraid, we will protect you. Have some water."

Xiaoyu paused, looked at Sam's serious expression, and then at Jimmy, who, though frightened, was trying to appear calm.

She forced a smile, took the water, and replied, "Thank you."

An incredulity appeared in Jackie Chan's eyes as he continued to probe ahead.

Each of these statues is slightly different, whether in height, face, or the length of their exposed fangs, as if they were truly moving through an army of hundreds of thousands of orcs. It's simply a miracle.

If this tomb can be made public, it will immediately become a site of the same level as the Qin Emperor's tomb.

Could it be called the Tomb of the Beast King?
The group walked for nearly two hours before they could vaguely see some changes. If it weren't for the fact that every face here was slightly different, and that Jackie Chan didn't see two faces that were exactly the same, he would have thought he had entered some kind of maze.

Only the endless cycle of campfires and orc figurines.

"Take a break."

Jackie Chan looked back and saw that Jimmy was very tired, and the other two children were not in a good mood either, so he spoke up.

He took out his phone and checked it; it was lunchtime.

Jackie Chan took out food from his backpack and distributed it.

He only brought two days' worth of food and four days' worth of water; he needs to find a way to adapt within that timeframe.
After eating and drinking their fill and resting for a while, they continued deeper into the cemetery.

It went even more smoothly than Jackie Chan had imagined.

Nothing unexpected happened on the way, and an incredibly tall altar appeared ahead.

The altar is 100 meters high, and above it is a heavy and tall palace, like the legendary residence of the orc king.

Just by looking at it, you can feel a sense of weight and wildness.

Within the palace, a unique spiritual wave was continuously spreading.

A malevolent god dressed in a bright red official robe seemed to have noticed something.

He retrieved a cloud of energy that was suspended in the void; it was the seed of the orc race, one of the six major races controlled by Lin Luo.

He glanced back, his form gradually faded, and he disappeared.

Only a detached, emotionless voice echoed softly in the hall.

"Your enemy has arrived."

The evil god's low murmurs suddenly made the palace feel different.

As Jackie Chan was climbing the stairs, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He immediately raised his hand: "Stop."

Tread
However, the sound of footsteps continued to echo behind him.

Jackie Chan turned his head and immediately saw Jade, who looked somewhat dazed, and Sam, who was trying to walk past him toward the palace that now seemed a bit eerie.

"Stop!"

The strange and dangerous feeling around me grew stronger.

Fortunately.

The second call woke the two children.

They stopped, their expressions varied, but none of them showed a positive emotion.

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly uneasy.

　I'll try to post Chapter Two of "Big Orange" as soon as possible, there won't be any more tonight (hehe silly laugh JPG). My jet lag has inexplicably reversed recently, it's so strange. Please vote!

　　
　
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