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

Chapter 208 The Cult of Fear
Vampire Castle.

Lin Luo paused slightly, but didn't pay much attention to such matters. Demons, after all, are like grasshoppers in autumn.

The real threats to the balance are Zhoulan and Dikui.

However, after witnessing the gods' manipulation of destiny, the only one who truly threatens the overall situation is Zhou Lan.

As for Di Kui
Without Ximu and himself, Isha is now dead, Di Kui will be sealed into hell, and even Xiao Yu may not survive. At least the hope within her may return to the world.

Lin Luo was more interested in the cattle and horses.

The game involving cattle and horses is now in its initial stages of operation.

His skill in alchemy is still quite profound, thanks, of course, to the Mirror God's ability to devour other people's memories.

After processing the memories, Lin Luo felt that Niu Ma was a little different, a bit more eccentric than when they met last month.
This is most likely due to the influence of the memories of those evil alchemists.

After all, the memories of extraordinary beings are not the same as the boring memories of ordinary people. The more extraordinary knowledge the Mirror God absorbs, the more deeply it is influenced by the knowledge's master.

However, it's not a big problem. Once he's ready to transform into a god, Lin Luo will bring him back and personally cleanse his chaotic memories.

Before Lin Luo could even begin to understand the plot of the entirely virtual game, a peculiar fluctuation suddenly emanated from him.

Lin Luo looked up and gave a brief explanation about the cattle and horses.

A full moon flickered above his ceremonial robes, and his gaze fell upon a small kingdom bathed in moonlight.

This country is very backward compared to the United States, but it is precisely because of its backwardness that it is so backward.

The man-made disaster that erupted at this moment is truly terrifying.

Madness, chaos, and fear erupted as internal conflicts within the human race suddenly broke out, turning the kingdom into a living hell in an instant.

Lin Luo searched the area with his eyes.

Before he could find it, more and more troubles appeared under the moonlight.

Lin Luo quickly identified a fat man.
His lips twitched. The human race was already in a state of depression due to the calamity, and this guy was actually spreading the news that demons had descended again. Those mages who returned from Dawn Academy became the evidence he used to support his claims.

As the riots spread, chaos began to emerge in many places.

Under the moonlight, fear begins to gather on a large scale.

However, Lin Luo did not stop himself from doing his divine actions. He just told Zhang Gui to hide well so that Jackie Chan and the others wouldn't find out.

Then he turned his gaze to the Zhufeng Mountains.

There, several men dressed in black robes carried a statue out from the direction of Zhu Feng.

They seemed to have been prepared, lifting the statue close to a helicopter that was already in place, and as the rotors turned, the helicopter took off.

They began to cheer and celebrate.

The helicopter pilot also had a fervent smile on his face.

Some figures in black robes began to kowtow repeatedly to the statue, and wisps of fanaticism emanated from the statue and reached their god.

The somewhat chaotic prayer further reveals the doctrines of a cult.

【Great God of Fear, heed the call of your humble followers. We will follow the teachings of the Great God of Fear, spreading fear and chaos in the world for you, becoming the embodiment of your fear, tentacles walking among humans, gathering fear and faith for you.】

【Great God of Fear, your most faithful follower invites you to this feast of terror!】

The helicopter flew over a backward county town, and explosives fell one after another.

The already somewhat restless city came to life the moment the first explosion rang out, and riots broke out. People either fled in fear or took advantage of the chaos to vent their malice; chaos ensued.

On the helicopter, a group of cult followers laughed wildly in front of the cult's statue, trying to please the cult and eventually receive divine power to celebrate together.

Lin Luo:.
His lips twitched as he watched the scene unfold. When did he acquire this doctrine? How come he didn't know?
When did he say he wanted to plunge the whole world into fear and chaos?
When is this primal chaos and fear needed?
Where do these so-called followers of the god of fear come from?

Also, how come I have a statue of a god outside?
That's all fine, the most outrageous thing is...
These terrorists, whose origins are unknown, worship idols they found from who-knows-where, and carry out terrorist attacks within the bounds of order. The fear they evoke is palpable, and the tension between the two sides deepens rapidly in this shared fear.
In other words, without the evil god's knowledge, a sect emerged that appeared to the god as orthodox.

Lin Luo took a deep breath, but before he could do anything, a fat man emerged from the statue.

Dance with believers.

The eerie, clattering laughter carried far, and one could hear divine pleasure in it.

Lin Luo:.
He raised his hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.

Lin Luo, thousands of miles away in America, grabbed Zhang Gui, who was chuckling in a strange way, and pulled him away. The fat man, whose face was flushed with excitement, appeared at the entrance of the vampire castle.

Zhang Gui was a little confused. What was going on?
Was he attacked?
After a brief moment of stunned silence, he finally came to his senses and, looking at the stern face of the leader in his bright red imperial robes, gave an awkward smile: "Hehe, sir, you wanted to see me?"

"Did you make it?"

Lin Luo breathed a sigh of relief, but he wasn't angry. Within certain limits, he was willing to give the gods some initiative.

After all, the fear they gathered outside was also given to him.

It's just that this is too much of a coincidence, like...
An unseen hand is laying mines in advance, waiting for the day when the evil god rises from the third to the top, forming a powerful force to directly blow the evil god to death.

Zhang Gui was stunned and somewhat bewildered. He turned to look at the place his boss was pointing to.

The guys on the helicopters became increasingly frenzied. After their eerie, cacophony laughter began, they went berserk, committing a massacre.

Zhang Gui snapped out of his daze and waved his hands repeatedly: "Of course I didn't do it. I just told them information that ordinary people don't know. Don't worry, sir, I won't do anything reckless."

Lin Luo nodded. Zhang Gui had absorbed the memories of more than one modern person, so he shouldn't have lost his mind.

"Then what are you going there for?"

"I felt someone calling me, so I decided to go and see."

Zhang Gui scratched his head: "Hehe, these guys are pretty good at making people happy."

As he spoke, he noticed Lin Luo looking at him with an expression as if he were mentally challenged, and Zhang Gui realized what was happening.

His smile vanished, replaced by a hint of helplessness: "Sir, please don't think of me as so foolish."

He reached behind him and a stone statue appeared, dressed in a bright red official robe, with a blurred face, a long beard, and pupil-less eyes.

"I'm going there to check this thing out, and I also plan to read those guys' memories to see how this cult came about."

Zhang Gui said, sounding somewhat aggrieved, "But I had only just begun inspecting the statue when you grabbed me."

Lin Luo looked at the guy with some suspicion: "Really?"

He's not worried about anything else now, except that the broken balance will not only plant landmines, but also lower his intelligence.

If the brain drain actually occurs, then Lin Luo will have to start researching a self-examination technique; otherwise, he's afraid he'll also be affected by the brain drain aura, and then the game will be over.
Zhang Gui:
"We're already in the farming business, why would we need terrorists? Wouldn't that just attract the attention of Saint Seiya warriors? I can't beat them."

"Moreover, how much fear do believers spread? How can it compare to that of livestock?"
Faith is useless to us; I have no reason to start a religion.

(End of this chapter)