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

Chapter 182 That might lead to death.
An awe-inspiring surge of energy continuously erupted.

All the runes that Xiaoyu usually writes surge forth at this moment, unleashing a power beyond what a rune master of this level should possess, aided by the power of hope.

Then a miraculous power surged forth, dressing the girl in a white coat of hope.

Boom!
Countless golden beams of light fell simultaneously, followed by a brief silence.

An incredibly thick beam of light shot into the sky, hurtling towards the thunderclouds and filling the entire firmament with lightning.

Immediately afterwards, all the sounds turned into a muffled thud, spreading outwards.

The vitrified land was destroyed a second time, and the entire land continued to sink, completely destroying the original drainage system and turning this area into a no-man's-land, where even bacteria no longer exist.

The last phantom of the colossal beast transformed into golden light and flew over.

Zhong Su silently felt the power within his body, which was still 1.7% of its peak strength.

In ancient times, every super empire had its own unique character, and the Thunder Kingdom of the Central Soviet Union was no exception.

When the gods came knocking, the Thunder Kingdom did indeed have the most traitors of all the super empires, but those who did not betray them were also the most violent inhabitants of all the empires.

This is the outcome of fighting with all one's might until the very last moment, only to be ultimately killed head-on by a powerful enemy.

For these rioters, the obsession wasn't so strong.

Therefore, the Thunder Kingdom offered China and the Soviet Union nothing more than some nostalgia and fragments of memories.

Of course, the reason why China and the Soviet Union opened their own kingdoms was precisely for these fragments of memory.

He vaguely remembered that there were some secret techniques in his memory that could enhance his destructive power.

It's just a pity that these fragments of memory don't contain it.
He turned his head silently.

Three kilometers away, a golden beam of light with a diameter of one kilometer slowly dissipated.

In the eyes of the Chinese and Soviet leaders, filled with violence, one could see a young girl struggling to stand up.

The girl was now covered in tatters, and the blood at the corner of her mouth was being disintegrated by lightning. Only the pendant on her chest was completely undamaged, and on that pendant, the boy and girl were laughing so freely and happily.

Zhong Su stared at the pendant for a while, feeling that the boy on the left had a somewhat familiar look in his eyes, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

There was no excessive intervention.

Just as the thunder was about to completely dissipate.

Zhong Su's figure disappeared, leaving behind a golden lightning bolt.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of the disheveled girl.

The seven-meter-tall Zhong Su looked at the one-and-a-half-meter-tall girl with no pity in his eyes, but rather with madness.

He lifted his foot, and the dissipating, powerful energy around him instantly gathered beneath his feet.

Boom~
The thunder in the sky grew increasingly rampant.

Like the roar of the heavens, or the howl of the times, wisps of madness followed the thick dark clouds and shrouded half of the blue planet.

"Hoo~ho~ho~"

Tokyo.

Jackie Chan was panting heavily.

He held a black mask in his hand, and all around him, shadow soldiers with huge pincers in their hands were unwillingly dissipating as they rushed towards him.

Before him, a black-haired youth regained consciousness from his madness.

"What's wrong with me?"

He vaguely recalled what had just happened.

He looked around, somewhat bewildered.

Tokyo’s once most bustling area is now filled with the strong, pungent smell of rust and burning.

On the street, cars collided, people fell to the ground, some with their heads smashed, blood and white blood splattered everywhere, others bitten in two by some kind of mouthparts, their limbs and organs mixed with blood, staining the street red.

The suppressed sobs and the muffled whimpers that seemed to escape through his fingers as if he were covering his mouth had a great impact on him.

Memory recall.

He instinctively reached out to touch his forehead, but felt something sticky on his hand. Upon closer inspection, he realized...

A hand, covered in thick, sticky blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, appeared before my eyes.

"Did I do this?"

Tap tap tap.
The sound of footsteps came.

He looked up blankly and immediately saw a blue-clad, big-nosed young man with an expressionless face walking towards him.

"you"

Before he could react, the young man walked up to him with a black mask in his hand.

I was just about to ask something.

He then saw the young man lift his leg.

With a sudden look of terror in his eyes, he stomped down hard!
Boom!
He felt his head make intimate contact with the ground, and then his consciousness fell into chaos.

"Ah Long."

The old man stepped forward, glanced at the man at Jackie Chan's feet, and paid him little attention. Given Jackie Chan's personality, he certainly wouldn't kill these people with his own hands, but he would render them incapable of resistance. The old man raised his hand, and a mark merged into the man's body.

The Shadow's actions caused countless deaths, and the last city they conquered was Tokyo, where the population was reduced by nearly 50%.

With this magic applied, when someone starts cleaning up the city, they'll immediately know who the culprit is.

As for the fact that he was controlled by the power of the shadows, and that it is difficult for mortals to resist the will of demons, what does that have to do with his father?

He was simply presenting the truth.

"Dad."

Jackie Chan calmed himself down and looked at Tru, whose eyes were filled with tears, as he began to try to rescue people. He waited anxiously for his father's instructions.

The old man sensed that the fluctuations on Daolong's side had completely subsided and would not cause any further disturbances.

Of course, Daddy wasn't happy about Daolong becoming a big shot in the officialdom, but he couldn't stop it from happening.

After all, the destruction caused by the demons is right before our eyes.
Personal hatred seems insignificant in the face of the greater good of the race.

"You and Tru stay here. There are too many dead this time. Father doesn't have time to perform rituals for them right now. Father needs you."

【Hehehehe】

A strange laugh from another dimension interrupted the old man's words.

Dad held back, but he still managed to hold back.

He doesn't have time to bother these mirror gods right now; as long as they don't spread fear, everything is fine.

"Father needs to help Xiaoyu. You all need to perform a ritual to help the cherry blossoms pass on, otherwise, these resentful, malevolent, and blood-related energies will give birth to monsters."

“Okay, Dad.” Jackie Chan nodded solemnly. “But could you take me back to the antique shop first?”

The old man paused for a moment, then shook his head: "I haven't found a way to prevent the Divine Armor from absorbing life force, so it can't be used right now."

"Dad!" Jackie Chan's tone suddenly became excited: "Look at this!"

He pointed to the thick layer of blood on the ground, and to the scene of those organs falling into the clogged sewers.

The emotions that had been suppressed for half a year suddenly erupted.

"At this point, what do I care about vitality anymore! I have no choice, Dad!"

Tears streamed down Jackie Chan's bloodshot eyes as he choked back sobs: "I...I'm so useless. I don't even have the strength to protect Xiaoyu anymore. I don't even have the right to say, 'Xiaoyu can't go, it's too dangerous!' Because only Xiaoyu can go!"

"He's just a kid, Dad!"

Jackie Chan covered his face and slowly squatted down, right there in the pool of blood: "Just now..."

“Countless children were cut in half with pincers by shadow soldiers right before my eyes. They were about the same age as Xiaoyu. Father, if I had the power, I could save them!”

"If I had the power."

"I'm so useless."

The old man looked at Jackie Chan silently, then looked up, his cloudy eyes peering through his reading glasses at the thick, dark clouds.

At that moment, the wisps of lightning in the dark clouds seemed to transform into a ferocious human face, roaring at him.

He asked, somewhat bewildered:
"That's not your fault, why are you taking the blame upon yourself?"

"I just want to protect the people I want to protect."

That could be fatal.

"I feel worse than if I were dead!" Jackie Chan's bloodshot eyes were filled with determination; he had had enough of his helplessness.

He didn't care about any conspiracies or schemes; all he wanted now was power, and to be like he was before.

He said confidently, "Xiaoyu, that's dangerous, you're not allowed to go."

I just want the crying in my ears to disappear, or at least lessen.
"Demons and monsters, leave! Demons and monsters, leave!"

The whispered incantation, imbued with righteous power, swirled amidst the bloodshed.

Two doors appeared.

"The left leads to the antique shop."

Before he finished speaking, Jackie Chan walked in without hesitation.

The old man stopped speaking and walked towards another passage.

"Damn it! You bastard!!"

A deep voice rang out, blood splattered behind him, and a massive figure weighing over four hundred pounds, with tears in his eyes, followed Jackie Chan's footsteps and crashed into the portal.

Clearly, Jackie Chan is not the only one who resents his own insignificance.
The old man took off his reading glasses and wiped them.

A gust of wind blew by, and the sand seemed to get in my eyes a little.

He rubbed his eyes with his clothes, put his clean reading glasses back on, and the blurry world became clear.

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent.

　One more picture will be taken later, brothers, go to sleep early.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)