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

Chapter 135 Fear: Having Met the Queen

Rumble.
As the underground world continued to collapse, pieces of rubble fell and crushed the orc army whose obsession had not yet completely dissipated.

The shadowy suppression around Jackie Chan gradually dissipated, and he suddenly stood up, finally able to speak: "Xiaoyu!"

But his shouts did not stop the queen.

The dark realm gradually merged into the underground and disappeared from the king's palace.

Jackie Chan stared blankly at the spot where Jade had disappeared, his heart still filled with grief.

This grief includes the sorrow of Xiaoyu falling into darkness, but it is mostly the emotion brought about by Sam.

Death is always a heavy and painful thing.

bump!
A piece of gravel exploded beside me.

Jackie Chan suddenly realized something and looked towards the altar where the ceremony was being held.

There, a child lay motionless, and judging from the tear stains at the corners of his eyes, he must have fainted from the overwhelming shock.

Touch~
A piece of gravel hit Jimmy's side, startling Jackie Chan, who immediately rushed towards Jimmy.

As another piece of gravel fell, he punched it away with a powerful blow.

He is now also a superhuman, just not as strong, but he is still considered a superhuman.

Rumble.
In the distance, a large section of the wall suddenly collapsed, burying the entire area underground.

Jackie Chan could no longer care about anything else. He picked up Jimmy and looked around. He had to find a foothold to support the collapse of the Beast King's Tomb and hide there, otherwise he would definitely not survive in a collapse of this magnitude.

Corner Corner Corner
Jackie Chan kept repeating this to himself, looking around but unable to find any safe spot. Finally, he turned his gaze to the steps.

If there's nowhere else to hide, this is the last glimmer of hope.
Just as I was about to take a step in that direction, a reassuring aura appeared.

A green portal opened beside me.

An elderly man wearing a wool sweater, with spiky hair and reading glasses, walked out from among them, holding a dried pufferfish and looking very serious.

A miraculous escape from a desperate situation.

Jackie Chan almost burst into tears of joy: "Dad!"

The old man paused for a moment, then looked around: "Where's Xiaoyu? Where's the demon?"

"Dad, now is not the time to talk about this. Let's ensure the child's safety first."

Jackie Chan said anxiously, "Of the three children, I've already lost two. The last one absolutely cannot be allowed to die."

The old man nodded, and magic surged forth, causing the portal that had just faded to solidify again.

Without hesitation, Jackie Chan led Jimmy inside and disappeared into the palace.

The old man looked around and frowned. There were some remnants that needed to be cleaned up, but he urgently needed to know information about the demon and Xiaoyu, so he couldn't bother with this place.

We can only come back after this is all over.

Thinking this, the old man also stepped into the portal and disappeared.

The portal closed.

The collapse became increasingly violent.

The boulder smashed the king's palace, and the greatsword's mournful cry reached its climax.

But it was also at this moment.

A golden light enveloped the Beast King's Tomb, which was about to be completely buried in the earth.

A giant rock falling from the sky, a royal palace collapsing.

The orc statue is about to fall due to the tremors.

Everything froze at that moment.

A wicked god dressed in a red robe and wearing a crown appeared in the broken ruins, delaying the orcs' final demise.

He looked around, somewhat moved.

The evil god could clearly sense the decline and resentment of that dominant race.

They stared at the mournful giant sword and the collapsing palace with a look of utter disappointment and frustration.

The king clearly had a chance to return, and the race clearly had a chance to continue.

But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't lift this king up.

Clearly, when the Shadow King awakened for the second time, all he needed to do was overcome his fear and bring his raised sword down, and he could have become the new king.
This resentment delayed their dissipation, causing them to linger and gather for a long time.

Lin Luo lowered his eyes, looking at the giant sword deeply embedded in the high platform.

This was actually planned in advance; the Beast King was merely a medium to force out the will of that race.

He was destined from the beginning to never obtain everything the evil god promised.

There is no other reason.

If you want to wear its crown, you must bear its weight.

This crown is too heavy for the orc king to carry.

This can be clearly seen from the fact that when the evil god discovered the fear from more than three thousand years ago in these ruins.

It was that fear that led to the subsequent series of recoveries.

This ultimately led to the current situation.

Lin Luo stepped forward and raised his hand.

The giant sword was instantly pulled from the ground and hovered around him.

At the same time, a cloud of gray gas appeared beside him, swirling around.

This mass of gas seemed to have a mind of its own, emanating a faint air of rage, as if it were angry at being the last king of the orcs.

The difference between kings is too great.

Lin Luo sensed the mournful cry emanating from the longsword and smiled as he spoke: "The king has fallen, but his sword can carry on a legacy."

hum~
The words fell.

The gas surrounding him suddenly emitted a peculiar fluctuation. In the void, amidst those unwilling wills, an orc clad in heavy armor and wielding a longsword slowly materialized.

He exuded an incredibly explosive aura, and there was a clear hint of resentment in his eyes as he looked at the palace.
But after noticing the evil god's gaze, he bowed slightly to the evil god and, with his greatsword, merged into the sword.

This was once the strongest orc, and also the most powerful general.

Now, the entire orc race is almost lost to the annals of history. The only chance for them to survive is to give them a glimmer of hope.

Of course, only the strongest inheritance can match this vitality.

After doing all this, Lin Luo raised his hand.

The gold that enveloped the ruins was swirling back.

The will of this once dominant race is trembling and wailing.

Images appeared in the void.

Tall soldiers stood in neat rows, clad in dark armor, their ancient halberds standing tall, pressing in orderly towards them.

Behind the army, a young, tall, and handsome figure stood above them. His imperial robes seemed to be accentuated by the army, or perhaps they were protecting it, as he drew closer.

Beside the emperor, a massive blood beast loomed in and out of sight. Beneath the beast, a handsome young man in armor, wielding a long sword, rode his warhorse forward at a leisurely pace.

The orc's will trembled even more violently, almost to the point of shattering.

But they did not resist. The evil god gave them a chance to live and a chance to continue their race. So they would not be stingy with what the evil god wanted.

In the illusory scene, the young man on horseback, covered in blood, slowly approached the front of the army and raised his long sword.

Behind them, the massive legion began to roar in battle. The eyes of these elite soldiers were like those of wolves, filled with a thirst for glory, an admiration for their general, and a faith in their emperor.

The general's warhorse sped up, and the blood beast approached with a ferocious grin, bringing with it a massive black torrent.

The orcs' will shattered completely at that moment, and the enormous phantom vanished.

A red crystal the size of a human head slowly condensed in the void.

This wary posture seems to be the same as the blood energy that condensed on the general's body in the illusory scene just now.

Even the mere manifestation of fear gave Lin Luo a sense of danger.

He raised his hand, and the blood-red crystal flew into his palm.

He weighed it in his mind and sighed with some emotion. No wonder the Holy Lord had no respectable relatives after the battle with Qin.

Looking at the prosperous scenes from the past, Lin Luo wondered how the Holy Lord could have ended up like this if he had the help of his followers.

Given how powerful the Vidis are, wouldn't a whole race of Vidis take off in no time?
But now, the fear of facing the Qin cavalry is in his hands. As the God of Fear, Lin Luo can face the pressure and the feelings of the beastmen at that time.

He immediately felt that it was truly amazing that the Holy Lord was able to destroy Qin, and the fact that those giant dragons were not wiped out was enough to prove how excellent their quality was.

I looked at the orc statue, which is now completely 'fallen'.

Lin Luo carefully put away the orc 'seed', took a step, and disappeared.

Rumble.
As the evil god departed, the collapse here reached its climax, with the entire ground continuously sinking, burying all traces and forever binding the history of the orcs within it.

Lin Luo looked up and saw that the black energy was very active, and an aura was spreading recklessly throughout the world—the aura of the Shadow Queen.

This aura seems to be growing stronger, and its favor from destiny is even greater than that of Lin Luo.

This is normal; fear, as the evil god of the new era, is at the pinnacle of this time.

But if we place it in the old days, it would be one of the thousands of demon wizards that Basha mentioned.

The Shadow Queen is the head demon of those thousands of demon wizards. The three commanders, including Tara, are also demon wizards. Even the 27 generals under the Shadow Commander almost reached the threshold of becoming demon wizards.

The Shadow has always been a very powerful dimension.

However, Lin Luo ignored it; he didn't want to get involved in this matter.
Just as I was thinking this, shadows began to shift around me.

One by one, shadow soldiers appeared.

The sky began to be filled with shadows, the Shadow Legion under Tara's command, a rare aerial force in the shadows.

One by one, soldiers with incredibly flexible bodies appeared, their arms intertwined, seemingly trying to seal off this space. This was the Soft Shadow Legion, possessing powerful sealing and encirclement capabilities.

As the legions gradually spread out, the idiom "a net stretching across the sky" was instantly embodied.

They seem to be capturing an evil god?

Lin Luo was puzzled. Why did Shadow want to see him?
Although he orchestrated all of this, he had no connection with Shadow.

Turn your attention to the gaps in the intricate web of intrigue.

There appeared a group of ninjas, who slowly approached a throne.

On the throne, a girl with slightly purple skin, dressed in a purple-black crown robe, and with scarlet eyes sat on a throne that matched her body.

He stared at the evil god with a blank expression.

Lin Luo sheathed the fear in his hand and the greatsword beside him.

Looking at this most popular character in the original work, a trace of disorientation appeared in his eyes. It had only been a little over a year, but the memory felt like a lifetime ago.

The queen stopped when she was within a hundred meters of the evil god.

The surrounding net of heaven and earth finally filled the last gap.

The evil god bowed slightly, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, and spoke in a complex tone.

"I have met you, Shadow Queen!"

The Queen looked at the evil god calmly, unlike when she faced the Orc King.

The Shadow Jade did not despise the evil god; in fact, it was at the same height as the evil god on its throne.

In this day and age, there are indeed few who can look down upon fear.

Shadow Jade reached out, her voice silent: "Give me back my power."

Lin Luo:.
He looked at the Shadow Jade with some confusion. How could he have touched anything from the Shadow Jade?
Dark Jade frowned, somewhat impatient.

"The Complete Book of Spells!"

Lin Luo: ? ? ?
When did the Encyclopedia of Spells become the power of shadows?

(End of this chapter)