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

Chapter 132 Is Semsem dead?

"Uncle Long?"

Xiaoyu looked at Jackie Chan, who was standing blankly at the palace gate, and called out to him hesitantly.

She could sense something strange about Jackie Chan.

However, a solution could not be found immediately, as issues related to consciousness are the most difficult to resolve.

Is it really possible for anyone to survive?

I don't want to die.

[Demons, they're all demons]

The images were flashing more and more frequently. Xiaoyu shook her head, trying to banish them from her mind, and frowned.

He took out two runes.

"Soul-Protecting Scroll!"

The two talismans transformed into two shields that lit up on himself and Jackie Chan respectively.

However, Xiaoyu could feel that the images entering her mind were gradually increasing, and at this moment they were all leaning towards images of prayer.

Because of that resentment.
Xiaoyu followed her intuition and looked in that direction.

Through the crack in the stone door that Jackie Chan had pushed open, he immediately saw a pair of scarlet eyes filled with hatred and resentment.

Boom~
A terrifying aura instantly erupted within the orc palace.

An extremely powerful force of resentment, carrying an indelible obsession, suddenly descended.

Jackie Chan was blasted away by a powerful gust of air, and his dazed gaze cleared in mid-air.

With great difficulty, I regained my balance and landed.

Zheng~
The air was filled with murderous intent.

A long sword came slashing horizontally.

Jackie Chan's eyes widened in shock, his muscles bulged, and after yelling "Damn it!" he did a backflip without hesitation. He was terrified when he saw the sword energy flying past him, almost grazing his scalp.

When he landed again, he looked at the ancient and heavy gate.

The main gate had been destroyed, and the entire hall looked extremely dilapidated.

In the center of the hall, on the throne from the dream, a gaunt figure, almost skin and bones, with gleaming scarlet eyes, slowly rose from the throne.

He was nearly 2.5 meters tall, dressed in black armor, with a scarlet cloak fluttering behind him, and a tattered crown swaying precariously on his head.

A giant sword, 1.8 meters long and nearly 40 centimeters wide, hovered beside him, emitting trembling sounds, as if it were rejoicing at its master's revival, or perhaps expressing its desire to fight again.

He slightly reached out, and the greatsword instantly entered his hand, unleashing a powerful aura.

That cowardly king, who carved soldiers for himself in the underground palace and entrusted everything to these stone carvings, finally abandoned his hammer and grasped his greatsword.

"Oh, what bad luck!"

Jackie Chan murmured.

Rumble.
There were strange noises behind him, so Jackie Chan turned around.

"Xiaoyu? You're not..."

"Uncle Long, there's no time for this. Look..."

Following Xiaoyu's direction, Jackie Chan looked and saw that the nearly one million stone sculptures of orcs were trembling. They all turned to look at the high platform, their bodies constantly shedding sand and gravel.

It felt like a real army was awakening from its slumber, making it suffocating.

Jackie Chan's face paled in surprise; this was not a good sign.

If these millions of orcs were to truly awaken and charge outwards with a thirst for revenge, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Uncle Long, watch out!"

"Explosive Scroll!"

Boom~
A loud bang rang out not far away.

Jackie Chan turned his head instantly and saw the tall figure cleaving a beam of white energy with a single sword strike.

The energy split in two and exploded behind the tall figure, causing his cloak to flutter wildly.

He glanced at Xiaoyu, his eyes growing even more bloodshot.

The withered body slowly rose up and hovered in mid-air.

He looked at the endless orc army, and for a moment his eyes were filled with a deep sense of melancholy.

Only when he picked up the greatsword again could he see clearly that the thing he had carved for thousands of years had already borne the will of the orcs.

The orcs who died in battle have all come back from the shadows.
He seemed to see the warriors who fought to the death to protect him, and he also saw the generals who were disappointed as they watched him leave.

They are all now hidden within their own statues, watching this place with anticipation.

However, for some reason, he could sense that a force was forming, but not all of it was converging on him.

He slowly turned his head, following the momentum, and looked at a human girl.

The girl wore a handmade amulet on her chest, which was emitting a faint aura of righteousness, guiding that energy into her body.

He could even sense other powers emanating from the girl, powers that were terrifying but lacked any independent consciousness.
So, the opportunity that fear speaks of is this.
He raised his hand.

boom!
Behind him, within the immense force formed by countless souls, more power and obsession flew towards Xiaoyu. After the forces were interconnected, although it would enhance the power within the girl's body, due to his status as the Beastman King...

It also gives it the right to seize that perfect balance.

Below, Jackie Chan didn't know what that guy was doing, but it certainly wasn't anything good.

He looked around, grabbed a broken tile, veins bulging on his hand, spun it around, and then hurled it at the king.

Touch~
The sonic boom was very noticeable in this underground palace.

The king merely glanced at it, and the rapidly approaching stone turned into dust and vanished.

He glanced at Jackie Chan, his bloodshot eyes burning even brighter.

Zheng~
A sword was swung out.

With sword energy raging, Jackie Chan rolled to the left and charged towards the Orc King as he rose.

Clang, clang, clang.
But the next moment, Jackie Chan stopped, turned around and ran. Countless sword energies landed behind him, shattering the altar into pieces.

Xiaoyu stared blankly at the scene: "Uncle Long."

She murmured to herself, but made no movement, simply watching. In her mind, another memory was beginning to emerge.

In this memory, it is a ball of unconscious white light that drifts around the world, but it has never had a carrier, or rather, it lacks something that prevents it from gaining independent consciousness.

This consciousness drifted over the war between angels and the three races.

Angels are so beautiful. Their ideals of justice are something modern society can't achieve. That was tens of thousands of years ago!
Xiaoyu was inexplicably moved, but she found that she could not control the light and it was just floating in the void.

Soon, the second war began. The forest fire burned for a very long time, so long that the unicorns had no place to survive, and so long that the world turned into scorched earth.

But she still couldn't control her body.

She drifted along, the scene before her eyes flashing incessantly, each flash a war.

Until the shadows fall.

People were expecting something, and she clearly saw that she had assisted a force in shaping something in the sun, which led to the descent of a god.

The sun's radiance shines upon the world.

At this moment, all races finally smiled. She felt an inexplicable joy. How wonderful! It seemed she had brought hope to this world.
She could sense that her ability to help them was also related to those terrifying shadows. Why was that?

She watched peace continue, watched it be torn apart, watched the shadows be suppressed, until silence fell.

Watching the rise of an iron-blooded empire called Qin.

She disliked Qin; it was too cruel.

She tried to help those disappearing races, but she couldn't control her luminous body.

She saw many people praying to God, their eyes filled with hope, a hope that was shattered by the iron hooves of warhorses.

As hope dwindled and races dwindled, she finally realized that she herself seemed to be fading away.

But at that moment, a resounding dragon's roar pierced the world's clamor, infusing her with a new power.

She felt herself becoming more active than ever before.

She gradually came to understand that her purpose in existence was to defeat those evil beings, but it was also because of those evil beings that she could help those beings who needed her.
Like the sun god under the oppression of shadows, like the man before him.

[Hope! Look at this world, how badly it's been destroyed by the evil dragon!]

Look, the dragon's retinue is oppressing and killing people. Look, the evil god is growing by absorbing people's fear. You see, this world is not good at all.

I still miss the world when His Majesty the Sun God was alive. I remember, it was you who helped the Sun God descend to earth back then, wasn't it? How wonderful those days were!

[I hope you can help me? Let's work together to rebuild a prosperous era. I can make you exist forever.]

The man's sincere voice kept ringing out. She didn't know why this person could communicate with her, nor why she was able to respond.

However, she did not really like the world controlled by the dragon, so she responded.

Then she lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, there were two figures beside me. It was a thick, sticky darkness, and next to the darkness was a soft golden light.

They are interdependent and also mutually restrictive.

Especially the darkness, which relentlessly suppressed me, preventing me from escaping and forcing me into a deep sleep.

Only when the world is plunged into an era of darkness can she sense a slight shift, observe the outside world, and unleash her power to eliminate evil.

But every time evil is defeated, darkness always rushes in, pulling you back here, making it impossible for you to even observe what's happening outside.

She woke up a total of five times. The first three times, she could only barely see outside, and the people outside all had smiles on their faces.

That's great, but why does it feel like something's missing?
The fourth time he has awakened.

I saw that dragon again. Sure enough, it's always the one who brings darkness to the world. Fortunately, the dragon is weak and can be easily sent to hell.

And she was dragged back here by the darkness once again.

Before we could even react, the fifth recovery began.

That player is really strong!
But she always bullies a very, very good guy, who seems to be called a hero, and who followed her and protected her the first few times she woke up.

How can a king bully the weak?

However, I seem to have become much weaker; I can no longer protect the world.
As I was thinking, suddenly, figures appeared not far away.

Before Xiaoyu could react to this memory, those beings surrounded her.

They resembled orcs, or other races, and they were blaming themselves.

Xiaoyu suddenly felt that she could control the light.

Because in those accusations and denunciations, Guang's timid, childlike consciousness is disappearing and hiding.

Xiaoyu couldn't hold back any longer: "Shut up!!!"

How can they bully this light? This light has done nothing wrong, so why are they always criticizing it?
However, these people did not listen to her, and the accusations continued.

As the light's consciousness retreated deeper and deeper, Xiaoyu felt a pang of heartache. It probably had never faced such blatant malice before.
How can I help her?

She looked at the other two beams of light, but the golden light within it was also shrinking back, seemingly unable to face these accusations.
At that moment, a figure slowly appeared in this space, following the accusations.

It grinned maliciously at Xiaoyu and reached out to grab her.

"Xiaoyu!"

But at that moment, a voice burst into this world with hysteria.

In this space filled with only three beams of light and countless accusations, a scene suddenly appeared.

Xiaoyu saw her fall to the ground and saw Jackie Chan rushing towards her in terror.

I witnessed Jimmy's disbelief and regret as he barely managed to climb to the altar, his legs weak.

They also saw Sem, who was standing in front of them, his body gradually breaking apart under the power of the Orc King.

A tattered amulet floats across the scene, with an image of Sam standing in the center, next to her and Jimmy, gradually drifting away.

hum~
Xiaoyu's consciousness was instantly struck hard. She stared blankly at the scene, not knowing why things had developed this way.

Is Samsem dead?

She felt no anger, no sadness, nothing at all.

This includes that growing hope.
All she could feel was
The languid black light rushed towards Xiaoyu's consciousness, constantly entwining, intertwining, and merging!

hum~
Shadows intertwine, darkness descends!
　One more chapter will be released soon, around 1:00 PM.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)