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

Chapter 229 It's a race against time

A blood-red sky.

The black earth.

The blood-red air, like a thick fog, faintly concealed the stark white bones on the ground.

The broken staffs and greatswords in front of some of the corpses trembled slightly, as if in fear.

In the sky, wisps of black dust drifted by, emitting mournful cries that triggered the groans of weapons and armor.

Above these willow-like fragments, beneath the blood-red sky.

A wicked god, dressed in a crimson robe and wearing a crown with swaying tassels, revealing a pair of silent, scarlet eyes, slowly descended from the embers.

The whole world trembled slightly at that moment.

Some illusory little beasts with scarlet eyes, hiding in the corners, shrank fearfully into the ruins of the earth and buildings.

They could only peer through the cracks, their bloodshot eyes filled with venomous hatred, at the incredibly powerful intruder.

Lin Luo looked around the space.

This space was extremely dilapidated; in his perception, there were cracks everywhere, which exuded a strong aura of blood.

It landed slowly, and the surrounding blood energy surged continuously.

Not far away, a statue with a broken arm, missing wings, and its head and lips disappeared, seemed to have been hit by something and slowly fell over.

Lin Luo floated forward.

A few drops of blood gradually appeared in the swirling clouds around the lower body.

This must have been the heavenly court of the angels back then.

The buildings are predominantly white, and many of the carvings feature sword-shaped and wing-shaped patterns.

The evil god passed by a human skeleton kneeling on the ground, and his slight flirtation seemed to disturb the skeleton.

A murderous aura suddenly appeared, and he seemed to want to stand up and take the enemy in front of him away.

But it could not withstand the erosion of time and blood, and slowly turned into dust.

The longsword in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, breaking into pieces.

Lin Luo looked down at the small skeleton.

His eyes seemed to be deep in thought.

Initially, it was humans, elves, orcs—three top races—who went to war with the angels, but many more races were drawn into the conflict.

Lin Luo saw the skeletons of dwarves, cat people, griffins, dragonborn, some amphibian groups, and many other different races.

The war was even more brutal than recorded.

He saw a strange race with bird beaks on their skulls, wings on their hands, and human leg bones, protecting a tall angel behind them, but both he and the angel were cut into pieces.

In historical records, this period of history is always portrayed as an instance where angels were preparing to establish hegemony, leading to attacks from other races.

But the angel didn't seem to be fighting alone. There were many creatures he had never seen or heard of before, who were positioned alongside the angel in the arrangement of the skeletons.

This is perhaps the tragedy of small tribes: choosing the wrong side means they don't even have the right to leave a mark on history.
Lost in thought, Lin Luo passed by the pile of bones.

Driven by a certain opportunity, the remains all turned to dust due to the erosion of time and blood.

And the seemingly erratic swirling mist around the lower half of the evil god's body was finally stained crimson.

The countless shadows within them were ever-changing, some were angels, some were humans, some were orcs, and some were elves.
They were sometimes ferocious and sometimes sorrowful.

This startled some eyes that were spying on this place, and they tried to flee.

But it was too late.
In the blood-red sky, a blood-red full moon hangs high.

The figure of the evil god appeared on the moon.

A peculiar ripple suddenly pressed down.

The whole world shook violently, and those hiding in the crevices were thrown into a raging fire, twisting and roaring wildly.

Where the moonlight shines in this space, the bodies of all negative beings gradually twist, constantly dissipating and gathering amidst extreme resentment and fear.

A bag, blood-red with gold stripes, appeared in the sky.

The bag continued to expand, generating a powerful suction force.

Fear, bloodlust, negative emotions, and elements from all over the world are converging madly.

Lin Luo stretched out his hand and pressed down with one hand.

The entire space suddenly trembled and began to shatter inch by inch.

Various emotions, impulses, and fears continue to converge.

Lin Luo simply watched silently as the overwhelming power turned even the resentful creatures hidden in the cracks into ashes amidst their unwilling roars.

As negative emotions are completely removed from this world.

The Heavenly Court collapsed completely, plummeting towards the spatial rift and being continuously shredded into fragments. The statues and buildings of the angels turned to dust in the spatial turbulence, just as they, who once dominated the world, had now become nothing more than a few strokes in history.

hum~
A peculiar ripple flashed by.

Lin Luo looked at the angel seed attached to the hem of his clothes.

It was shimmering with a milky white light, as if it were grieving, or perhaps saying goodbye.

Gradually, a ray of light shot out from the spatial turbulence and merged into the seed.

Lin Luo paused slightly, somewhat surprised.

The seed of an angel.
It's been activated?

The evil god no longer imprisons the seed of angels.

The seed flew out, escaping through the blood-red crack and heading into the distance.

Lin Luo raised his hand, and the Fear Storage Bag flew back to the hem of his crown robe, taking over the angel's original spot.

Turning around, Lin Luo followed in the footsteps of the angel seed and flew to the top of the sky.

The angel's seed hovered for a moment, seemingly wanting to spread.

But the next moment, he was bound by a golden divine power.

Lin Luo examined it for a while, seemingly lost in thought.

It seems the angels are trying to assimilate into the human race?

It means that once they integrate into the human race, those with pure and kind hearts, when their emotions are strong enough, may be able to obtain the power of ancient angels and become a vessel for an angel.

Like Ultraman, their power resides within their hearts, growing alongside their hosts.

Lin Luo pondered for a moment, then slightly opened the fear storage bag.

A sense of dread from ancient times gradually emerged.

This fear was gradually dismantled and slowly merged into the Seed of Angels.

It was all the power of ancient angels, even the same power. Lin Luo gradually realized the harm this pattern caused him.

Simply put, the angels are trying to move from the spotlight to the background.

They become a force within the human race, and as the host grows, even if the host dies, they will sink into another pure-hearted human body, re-circulate, and grow stronger within it.

When their power has accumulated enough, the Heavenly Court will once again hang high in the sky.

All he gets from this is the fear of the angel's vessel, not the fear of the angel himself.

Why would he revive angels if he couldn't instill fear?

A hint of silence flashed in Lin Luo's eyes. A large number of angelic fears appeared in the fear storage bag, and violently began to modify the angel seed.

Any angelic power that hinders his actions will be violently shattered by the power of fear.

If they don't want to be revived, the angels are better off sacrificing themselves.

But it's clear that these angels still want to revive, and the Angel Seed hasn't been ruined.

Lin Luo raised his hand, and the angel's seed transformed into extremely thin streams of light, disappearing into various parts of the world and entering the bodies of hosts or human infants.

Lin Luo calmly looked at the human girl who had received the Angel Seed, carefully examined her, and then nodded in satisfaction.

He didn't change much; he simply changed the process of gaining angelic power to consuming angelic power so that the host could obtain angelic blood.

With angelic blood, the host's offspring will become increasingly pure angels, and their light magic talent will be exceptionally strong.

Perhaps the world is beginning to need more diverse development.

Good news also came from the cattle and horse side.

The elves also chose the human race.

At this point, all racial seeds have been used up.

And soon, many more races with the potential to become world hegemons will emerge in the world.

Furthermore, the evil god's collection of fear has come to an end.

Now, all the evil god needs to do is prepare the righteous energy of Santa Claus and the corresponding materials.

Then wait for the cattle and horses to return.

He can then begin his transformation into the god of all races.

At that time, fear will truly have the power to control the world.

And perhaps by then, a new era will have arrived?

Lin Luo looked at the sky, feeling the lingering shock and disbelief in the world.

We need to race against time.
(End of this chapter)