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

Chapter 296 District Thirteen

future.

A dragon soared over the once bustling city of San Francisco, and the people lived in constant fear under its rule.

In this world where everything goes according to plan, this is the first time that ordinary people have ever seen a legendary creature.

A dragon with a wingspan of fifty meters, green skin, and scarlet eyes looked down at the panic in the city, a hint of satisfaction in its eyes as if it had finally gotten its revenge.

It opened its mouth and unleashed a dragon breath at the corner, instantly eliciting a chorus of screams, which made the dragon feel even more satisfied.

The descendants of these traitors deserve to be treated this way.

When the great Lord of Fire is resurrected, the monarch will set the rules of the world and decide the fate of these traitors.

Right now, it's just about collecting some interest.

The dragon soared past, flew into the distance, exhaled another breath of dragon breath, let out a satisfying roar, and disappeared.

"These are the minions of the demon dragon, or rather, the minions of the Holy Lord. Human technology currently has no way to deal with them."

In front of a narrow alley, Dayu cautiously peeked out, watching the dragon disappear into the distance, and explained in a low voice.

Xiaoyu and Chenglong followed Dayu's movements and looked outside, sensing the strength of those giant dragons.

Those who have not reached the second level of authority.

This was the price paid for the destruction of the Qin Dynasty a thousand years ago.

Or rather, the cost of destroying an era.

In that war, almost all of the powerful human race were wiped out. Correspondingly, the powerful dragon race with third and fourth-level authority left over from ancient times were also buried along with that era.

Xiaoyu stepped forward, her eyes filled with a milky white aura. A phantom longsword appeared in her hand, with wooden textures and dragon patterns engraved on it. A hint of killing intent emanated from it, making the dragon even more lifelike.

It's like having once slain a dragon.

Zheng~
A giant dragon swept across the sky, and sword light soared into the heavens.

The blood turned into a light rain and fell slowly, the still warm dragon blood suddenly staining this era with a bloody hue.

As the gray area spread throughout the city, an overwhelming battle suddenly began.

Without any skill or strategy, in pure numerical superiority, the Saint Seiya warriors and heroes once again faced the evil dragon.

A black sphere, carrying an ethereal spirit, had already flown far away from Xiaoyu.

Lin Luo glanced back and saw that the dragons had already discovered the death of their companion.

Magic and dragon breath intertwined in the void, making San Francisco's winter scorching and spreading fear throughout the world.

Without looking around too much, Lin Luo knew he had something to do in this world.

These all need to be completed before the Holy Lord dies.

The closer you get to District 13, the more dragons will be circling around you.

The battles in the city have drawn away many dragons, but the defenses in District 13 are exceptionally tight.

However, Lin Luo is currently in a phantom spirit form, and the hidden magic is released by his true form, which these dragons cannot detect.

He walked straight through the wall and descended more than 30 meters to reach the 'safe' District 13.

Among them, even more powerful dragons lay prostrate on the ground, quietly waiting for the New Year's bell to ring.

When that bell rings, their monarch will once again conquer the world.

Lin Luo quickly searched through District 13 and found a mask in a treasure vault. It had a large red head, a white beard, and empty eye sockets.

Tara did not die in this world.

Lin Luo pondered for a moment, then ignored this short-lived king.

Tara never had a chance. No one wanted to see the new king of the shadows appear unless he submitted. Otherwise, in any parallel world, he would only be a sacrifice in the struggle between gods, demons, and humans.

Even Lin Luo, the God of Fear, doesn't want to see the Shadow change masters and thus rule the world.

"Hello."

A peculiar mental fluctuation swept by, causing Lin Luo to pause in his footsteps and frown as he looked at Tara's mask.

In the end, he left. Tara's only chance of survival was to submit to Jade, like the other Shadow Generals, and then quietly wait for the right moment. Only when Jade died and the Shadow Queen fell silent again or returned would he have even the slightest chance.

Aside from that ultimate fear, Tara has little value to the evil god.

Arrived at another magical artifact prison.

Several pillars stand in this cell, amidst the bloody killing intent, the stench of plague, and the decay of the dead.

There are five pillars in total.

The original series has five seasons, roughly one season lasting one year. The future timeline is 09, which theoretically means four years after the original series ended.

These familiar figures might be the demons that appeared in the following years of this timeline. In Lin Luo's timeline, these were the ones that attracted attention when the demons appeared.

Continue the search.

As he approached the next cell, his spirit exhibited some fluctuations.

Lin Luo stopped and then began to walk around.

Because we are going to the Holy Lord's prison.

He didn't want to attract the Holy Lord's attention at this time.

but
Lin Luo looked thoughtful, and the Holy Lord exuded a faint aura of time.

Is this a backlash?

Thinking it over, Lin Luo stopped paying attention.

After passing the cell, what comes into view is a cylinder covered by a glass dome. The top of the cylinder has twelve grooves, and now there are only five talismans on it: chicken, rabbit, pig, horse, and dog.

According to Da Yu, the rest are all on the other members of the Dragon Team, hiding all over the world, forcing the Holy Lord to use the Dragon Fang to revive even in the Dragon Age.

Having no intention of using the talismans, Lin Luo found two more prisons and finally stopped in front of a booth covered by a glass dome.

This platform contains a series of familiar magical items, including mirrors, flashlights, CDs, glasses, monkey puppets, a statue of the Holy Blood Wizard monkey guarding the statue, Wei Zheng's jar, the Riktajeba Sutra, origami cranes, and a golden bracelet.

Lin Luo looked back, then turned to look at the flashlight, and remained silent for a moment.

Dad is discriminating, right?
Absolutely, right?

Those demonic wizards who wield killing, plague, or lust have their own private cells, and even special sealing runes. Tara also has a private room and receives the same treatment as the Holy Lord.

The Mirror God was placed with those inanimate objects, even though the Mirror God posed a greater threat.

However, Lin Luo didn't pay too much attention to this. He came to a flashlight and saw a figure wearing a crown, a red robe with gold trim, a long beard, pale skin, and a lower body that looked like clouds.

The figure was currently floating in the mirror world with its eyes closed and hands slightly clasped, its breath extremely faint.

I believe that before long, they will completely dissipate due to the continued decline of their infinite magic power, and return their authority to the world.

The people next door, in the mirror, in the glasses, and in the music CDs—Tian Xin, Niu Ma, and Zhang Gui—were in similar, or even worse, conditions.

Lin Luo picked up the flashlight and threw it down.

Click~
A crisp sound rang out in the silent prison cell.

In an instant, a chill swept through the entire venue.

A consciousness that had almost fallen into silence suddenly began to revive, and emotions of anger, fear, and ecstasy gradually erupted.

Smoke, a symbol of fear, began to spread. Finally, finally, there was no need to die. This time, this time, fear would spread throughout the entire world.

He will be the master of fear, and from this day forward, he will rule over fear!

Jie Jie Jie!

The hoarse, ethereal laughter abruptly stopped.

The demon in the red robe with gold trim suddenly stared blankly at a noble and powerful phantom dressed in a crown and wearing a ceremonial robe, and his body began to tremble.

He couldn't help but murmur, "King? Impossible."

Immediately afterward, as the phantom lunged at him, his consciousness began to fade.

(End of this chapter)