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

Chapter 191 You've arrived.
Los Angeles.

Boom~
The thunderclouds that had disappeared began to accumulate and gather again.

This time it was natural thunder, but the sound was much, much quieter; it seemed as if one could hear the weariness even in the natural thunder.

A light drizzle fell amidst the thunder, attempting to cleanse the ravaged land below.

However, the light rain didn't reach the ground in many places, and the orange, glassy earth remained cold even after a day.

Whoosh~ hiss~
However, as the rain intensified, the rainwater finally reached the earth.

When the cold winter rains of November touched the red earth, water vapor instantly began to blanket the entire state of California, hindering air circulation and causing the high temperatures to spread.

As the temperature fluctuates between cold and heat, the crystallized earth crumbles, making the whole of California appear increasingly fragmented.

In some cities that were not so thoroughly destroyed, only cries and howls of despair could be heard.

They personally experienced a massacre more dangerous than a natural disaster, and the devil had a concrete target in their hearts.

But people are so powerless when facing evil; they can do nothing but cry.

They couldn't even call for help, because half of America's electrical appliances had been destroyed in the devil's madness.

This rescue effort may be slow, and it's even uncertain whether America will collapse as a result.

Of course, the people of California were not entirely without hope. At America's request, Dawn Academy began sending people into the state to use magic to provide relief.

Some half-baked mage students from various schools began to gather, and several affected states also urgently launched rescue operations.

As for how fast, nobody knows.

However, some news agencies were faster; as they rushed to the area from other states, the initial excitement of seeing a major news story quickly faded.

What followed was boundless fear. Trembling, they carried their cameras and meticulously documented the blurry situation in the state.

The crystallized and shattered earth was covered with charred, tree-branch-like marks. High-rise buildings had vanished into thin air, and cries and madness could be heard intermittently in the surrounding cities.

The further you go in, the less you feel the presence of living people.

They even dared not approach some cities.

Because the intense steam reaches temperatures of several hundred degrees Celsius, even just looking at it from afar is enough to deter people from approaching.

No one could survive in such high temperatures, so there seems to be no need to check inside.

They tried to delve deeper from different angles, but what they recorded made their hearts beat faster and their faces grow increasingly somber.

Since so many demons have already appeared, no one can guarantee that this will be the last one.

What if the next one is going to destroy all of humanity?

The fear in the eyes of the newspaper reporters grew deeper, and some editors began to write about the tragic situation.

Each photograph and each shocking description has silenced the world.

What followed was protests and a huge public outcry; such a disaster could not be concealed.

Of course, the disaster in America was a natural disaster, while the one in Japan was a man-made one. In Japan, hundreds of thousands of Shadow Soldiers were photographed, and the deaths of tens of millions of people brought public opinion to a fever pitch.

Various organizations within the human race began to function.

Chaos, fear, rebellion, cults, and all sorts of voices quickly arose and began to spread in a very short time.

Meanwhile, in San Francisco, amidst the scorching heat of hundreds of degrees Celsius, a crimson glow was drifting.

Beside him were two eager figures.

The one on the left is dressed in fine clothes, is obese, and has a blue tail-shaped cloud-like lower body.

The one on the right wears a straw hat, coarse linen clothes, has an old face, a tuft of beard on his chin, and the same shape for his lower body.

The two emanated a faint sense of distortion, even a feeling of saturation. The appearance of Zhong Su had directly raised the energy levels of the two Mirror Gods to the limit achievable by 2 human fears.

"My lord, I have 19 billion units of fear here, I'll give them all to you."

"I have 23 billion here."

Zhang Gui and Tian Xin spoke one after the other, both with a hint of ingratiation on their faces.

Only after both sides reached their limits did they realize just how big the gap was between them and Lin Luo.

They are very honest now, but there is a hint of expectation in their eyes.

They haven't forgotten what the ox and horse said when they left Earth.

Once the ox and horse become the gods of the goblins, he will strip away the human godhood and divide it equally between the two of them.

Although it's only one-tenth of the divine power share per person, the increase is not 50%.

The more complete the divine nature, the more effective it will be, certainly not additive.

Lin Luo glanced behind the two of them. There, in the realm of fear, were an unbelievable number of crystallized fears, large enough to fill a skyscraper.

Lin Luo didn't stand on ceremony and raised his hand.

The immense fear rapidly compressed, eventually transforming into two head-sized, pure black spheres resembling obsidian.

Zhang Gui and Tian Xin exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with even more pure submission.

The gap is too big, so big that it doesn't even stir up any interest.

Positioning oneself as a god and clinging to powerful figures for support is the only option.

"Continue to collect fear. There may be more fear recently, but you need to hide it more deeply. Also, don't actively induce fear, only collect the fear that falls out naturally."

"Yes, my lord."

Lin Luo thought for a moment and said, "The cattle and horses should be here soon too. Don't worry, it'll be in the next two years."

Tian Xin and Zhang Gui exchanged a glance, both of them showing a hint of excitement, which immediately spurred them on.

With a wave of Lin Luo's hand, he flew out instantly and disappeared.

A strange, grating laugh lingered in the air.

Lin Luo continued to stealthily advance until he finally stopped in an area, the place where the battle first began, which was also the former capital of the Thunder Kingdom.

Raising his hand, strands of golden liquid shimmered with wisps of electric arcs, attempting to summon something.

A few seconds later.

Lin Luo regretfully withdrew the blood from Zhong Su. Indeed, not every kingdom harbors lingering fear.
But that's fine too; he collected a total of 96 milliliters of Sino-Soviet blood in this battle.

This is the blood of an ancient demon lord, a top-tier material for wizards and mages.

Lin Luo just hadn't figured out what he wanted to do with the blood yet.

Boom~
A weak bolt of lightning struck down, hitting Lin Luo's hand.

When the natural lightning approached the evil god's skin, it suddenly dissipated, unable to harm him in the slightest.

Lin Luo looked up thoughtfully.

It seems worth trying to use this to acquire even a tiny bit of the lightning authority of Zhong Su Yi San.
In any case, he only used it to comprehend the way of fear, not to use it.
Lin Luo carefully collected the blood from the Sino-Soviet blood and nurtured it with the power of materialization. He then put his hands in his pockets and did not continue walking.

Instead, he suddenly spoke in a gentle tone.

"I thought you'd be a few more days; I didn't expect you to arrive so soon."

(End of this chapter)