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

Chapter 146 Tara
Cherry blossoms.

A phantom red head floated in the void, looking at the fluctuations of righteous energy not far away, with a somewhat solemn expression in its eyes.

He knew that mage, the top-tier mage who quickly sealed away numerous demon wizards when Ximu abandoned his status.

And the fat man next to the mage—he would never forget the blood in that fat man's body.

It was this person's ancestor who sealed him inside the mask, rendering the Shadow's final struggle futile.

I can't believe it's been almost four thousand years.

The Shadow General had just been revived when the other party appeared nearby, following closely beside Destiny.

"Boss, what are you looking at?"

A young man in a suit, wearing a long purple mask, with red eyes and sharp teeth, stood with his hands in his pockets, his arm around a beautiful woman, and asked in a cheerful voice.

Beside them, shadow soldiers with feet replaced by iron spikes and arms of sharp steel claws were leading the two to occupy an office building.

The faint smell of blood wafted around, making the fear in the air even more oppressive.

Clearly, some people with dark hearts, after gaining great power, will first vent their anger on it.

Tara pondered for a moment, then shook her head: "Razo, we're in trouble. We need to get out of here first."

"I've told you so many times, my name isn't Lazo. You can call me Kawashima, Kawashima Kumanobu," Kawashima said, displeased.

He thought the boss was great in every way, except that he always called him by the wrong name, which annoyed him.

However, he wasn't without doubts, glancing at the rows of dead cherry blossom police officers outside the office building:

"But boss, are you confused? Trouble? What trouble could I possibly have? If I wanted to, the entire cherry blossom region would have to submit to my feet."

Tara offered no explanation, calmly looking into his eyes, her voice somewhat cold: "Are you going to disobey orders, Razo?"

Kawashima paused, his eyes flickering, but when he sensed the almost insurmountable pressure from Tara, he pursed his lips and released the trembling beauty in his arms.

He waved his hand: "Soldiers, let's go."

One by one, the claw-like soldiers respectfully returned, each step they took leaving a crater in the ground, demonstrating their destructive power.

They respectfully surrounded their general, and shadows gradually spread across the land.

But the next moment, a green glow enveloped the earth.

Kawashima's expression changed: "I can't go back, boss!"

Tara's heart sank.

Restraining magic is damned.
At the entrance of the office building, a young man in a blue shirt stood with an expressionless face, his hands flashing with a faint green light, assuming a starting stance with his palms facing forward and back, his eyes very serious.

Behind him, a fat man was holding a dried pufferfish, and an old man with a book was beside him.

The trio's combination gave Tara a tremendous sense of pressure, as if she were facing her natural enemy.

Shake your head and banish this ridiculous thought from your mind.

"General Razo, kill them!"

Kawashima tilted his neck, making a cracking sound: "Gentlemen, are you ready to die?"

The soldiers of the Claw Shadow Legion beside him also assumed attack stances and charged forward with Kawashima.

Jackie Chan followed the charge with a blank expression.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

The whispered incantation, carrying a powerful aura of justice, spread throughout the office building. As the shadow soldiers charged, they turned into gray willow catkins and scattered, like snow meeting fire, utterly powerless to resist.

The general and the warrior charged at each other, leaping up simultaneously and launching flying kicks!
Three minutes later.

shadow.

A large red head regenerates in the shadows.

Tara looked at the familiar Dark Abyss and fell silent.

Suddenly, I realized that my opponent in this revival match seemed a bit too strong.
But he had no other choice.

He didn't do nothing during those two months.

He completely integrated the portion of his rank that he had extorted from the Queen into his main body.

He now holds half a level higher authority in the Shadow than the other commanders. If he can unleash the ultimate darkness, he can overcome his physical vulnerabilities and even seize the power of the deceased commander.

During the period without a queen, he sidelined her and eventually became the true king of the shadows.

Of course, this would definitely be considered treason in the Shadowlands, and if the Queen were to return, he would surely die.

So, it can be considered a desperate gamble.

Defeat or die!
There is no retreat.

However, that old mage was simply too powerful; he saw no possibility of victory.
unless
Tara's eyes flickered.

He had an idea: when the nine Shadow Generals came together, the Shadows would unleash ultimate darkness upon the world.

Then the Shadow will awaken, bringing endless war to the world until it consumes the entire world.

This is a record that has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

But that's actually inaccurate; it should be...
When the nine masks come together, the ultimate darkness will begin.

The old mage just took one mask. If he takes all nine masks, wouldn't that be considered a roundabout way of achieving resurrection?
Tara thought about it more and more and it seemed possible.

The true forms of the nine Shadow Generals are masks; there is no difference between a gathering of masks and a gathering of Shadow Generals.

just
Tara frowned. This was very likely, but there was one bad thing about it.

General Nija's mask is in the hands of the Holy Lord.
That's the biggest obstacle.
Thought for a moment.

Looking outwards, sensing the fluctuations of the Panku Box, he still saw the Gates of Hell not open. The solemnity in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he even revealed a slight smile.

He felt... that it wasn't entirely impossible to obtain General Nija's mask.
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"Dad, you're back."

Mexico, a sea of ​​flowers.

Xiaoyu watched the three of them walk out of the portal and immediately floated down from the edge of the fortress.

Jackie Chan frowned as he watched Jade's actions. He wanted to describe the dangers of being at a height to Jade, but in the end, he held back.

The response was mild: "Yes, he's back. This time, it's the Shadow General who has been revived, but the extent of his revival is not high, so it's not difficult to deal with."

Xiaoyu glanced at Jackie Chan with some surprise. He wasn't nagging as she had expected, and he even described the events.

A strange sense of joy welled up in the girl's heart, and her mood, already soothed by the sea of ​​flowers, improved even further.

"That must mean Uncle Long beat General Shadow to a pulp, right?"

Jackie Chan paused for a moment, his eyes glazed over, as if he saw the girl when she first came to America. Unfortunately, he didn't dance around or shout that he wanted to see the Shadow Mask.

"Xiaoyu, you use idioms quite well; you've improved since before."

"That is."

Xiaoyu looked at her father, who was discussing something with Tru, and walked over curiously: "Dad, what are you planning to do?"

"Dad plans to set up an early warning spell here. The presence of black energy will trigger this spell, letting Dad know that a demon is coming."

The old man explained, then directed Tru to tie a red rope between the two flowers and move to another location.

Xiaoyu said thoughtfully, "Then can I stay here? I like it here."

"of course."

Jackie Chan's sudden words startled Xiaoyu.

She turned her head blankly, looking at Jackie Chan with disbelief.

"Uncle Long, bow your head."

Jackie Chan, somewhat confused but impressed, crouched down to be at eye level with the girl: "What's wrong? Hiss~"

Jackie Chan rubbed his face, looking at Jade with a hint of helplessness: "Jade, what are you doing?"

“Well, you can’t blame Uncle Long for this.” Xiaoyu’s gaze shifted slightly. “Because in the past, when Uncle Long encountered something like this, he would always say: No, it’s too dangerous here.”

She mimicked Jackie Chan's tone, then said with a sense of injustice but also confidence, "And you agreed so readily now, I thought you were a clone."

"You know Uncle Long, now Blake has lost all his hair because of Barcelona's cloning technology. We should always be vigilant."

Jackie Chan patted Jade's head helplessly: "Blake has no hair to begin with."

"However, I agree to let you stay here because I also intend to stay."

Xiaoyu was slightly taken aback, her head lowered and her eyes dimmed: "Uncle Long, you don't need to do this, I don't want to cause you any trouble."

The girl is very sensitive now, and this kind of accommodation will put a lot of pressure on her.

"It's not because of you, Xiaoyu."

Jackie Chan seemed to know what the girl cared about, and he said calmly, "I just feel that we can't always let the demon have its way. Even if you don't stay, I will still cultivate here until I catch the demon or the demon is released."

Xiaoyu was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "I understand, Uncle Long."

Jackie Chan rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. These days, young girls are so sensitive.
"Hey Jackie Chan, what are you still doing over there? Come over and try it out, see if this intensity is enough."

"See?" Jackie Chan spread his hands at Jade. "Uncle Jackie isn't accommodating you. Besides, in Uncle Jackie's eyes, you've never been a problem."

"coming!"

As Xiaoyu watched Jackie Chan's retreating figure, she froze, and the intermittent voice continued to echo in her mind.

Hehe. He really is my hero. He's always so good.

"He is my Uncle Long."

"No...it makes no difference. I will protect him, Xiaoyu, don't worry."

"I can too."

Xiaoyu held the rune legacy of Lope in her hand, her body floated to the top of the fortress, and sat down on the edge. She glanced at Jackie Chan and the others busy at work, then looked down at her books, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Could you tell me more about your favorite era? I'm very interested."

【sure.】

He hoped to speak with great enthusiasm, his speech became more and more fluent, and his word choice became more and more precise.

It was excited, whether it was looking at this new world, experiencing this novelty, or watching Xiaoyu gradually recover from her depression.

These are all things that bring joy to hope.

When I became conscious, the world was ruled by five major races: the Sea Race, the Angels, the Orcs, the Humans, and the Elves. Each race had many vassals, and the world was beautiful and vibrant because of their existence.

While I admire every race, my observations have revealed a bias. I find myself drawn to the angels' ideals; their concept of order resembles one I know, though only in appearance. The angels' desired order is more aligned with the needs of living beings, while the one I know is simply the order of nature.

In that era.

Xiaoyu listened to Hope's description, looked at the runes on her legs, and then looked at Jackie Chan, who was in a circle, his face flushed from the pressure, but still had to strike various poses.

She touched the necklace on her chest.

The curve of her lips hadn't disappeared.

But it wasn't as unrestrained as the girl's smile on the necklace.

(End of this chapter)