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

Chapter 133 Westwood, The Curtain Falls

The era of black magic has returned.

A terrifying will broke free from all constraints and descended upon this world once more after tens of thousands of years.

Fear tucked behind his back, he calmly left the area. It wasn't time for him to reap the rewards yet, but his mission was indeed complete.

Now it's time to see what director Ximu is up to.

Dark liquid gradually appeared around him, and when he reappeared, he had arrived in a region where crimson and darkness intertwined.

This is a terrifying plane, a plane that is currently asleep.

But now, this plane is constantly trembling, seemingly showing signs of recovery.

Some shadow creatures fled in terror at the arrival of the evil god, while others, particularly confident, bared their teeth at him.

The shadow creatures weren't just the soldiers; there were many more bizarre creatures, like the shadow serpent in front of us that dared to charge at the evil god.

The snake charged through the evil god's body, crashing into a pool of blood and dissipating into smoke.

Lin Luo didn't care and drifted into the depths of the shadows with his hands in his pockets.

"What are you waiting for? Your queen has lost her mind. She's calling for the help of the shadows. Hurry up and negotiate!"

An excited voice rang out, and Lin Luo continued to approach with interest.

Just as he caught sight of that familiar figure, a large, red head, over a meter long, suddenly turned around and looked at them warily.

A demon, entirely black with bat wings, also looked over and smiled brightly: "Hey, fear, you've come."

"Wait a minute, there's only one last step."

"Don't hesitate. I've already told you I'm 70% confident you can do it."

Tara quietly distanced herself from Lin Luo, then looked at the director, Xi Mu, who remained somewhat hesitant.

Other races wouldn't understand just how strong the suppression between the Shadow hierarchy truly is.

That's the Queen, after all. If the Queen were at her peak, she could issue a single order and, without even lifting a finger, cause these commanders to lose their ability to control the Shadows.

They could even be allowed to die.

Now, this Ximu actually asked her to suppress the Queen's authority and set traps within that authority, ultimately stripping the Queen of some of her authority over the Shadow.

This is a matter that any commander would hesitate to discuss, right?

How is this any different from usurping the throne?
As Ximu sensed the restlessness in the shadows, his gaze toward Tara gradually turned displeased.

He looked up and met the fear in his eyes. The two silently surrounded Tara. Ha, if Tara dared to back out before the battle, they wouldn't mind finding Tara's mask first and dismantling this commander.

As Tara hesitated, she felt a chill run down her spine.

He gritted his teeth, thinking, "The bold will thrive, the timid will starve. Let's do it!"
The trap, which had been prepared long ago, was laid in an instant.

In the shadows, the sleeping legions slowly awoke, and at the Queen's call, bypassed the Shadow General's obstruction and rushed into the real world.

Ximu's eyes relaxed completely; this was a sure thing.

Meanwhile, Tara gradually sank deeper into the shadows. He needed to hide for a while, and only after the Queen was suppressed by the Saints again could he come out to collect some of the lost authority and strengthen himself.

The betrayal of the shadows.
If the other two commanders found out, they would definitely kill him, wouldn't they?
Unfortunately, they are already dead.
His gaze shifted for a moment.

Those two guys behind me are really scary. It's best to avoid making enemies with them in the future.
Ximu flapped his wings and flew out of the shadows. He relaxed and said to the fear beside him, "Finally finished. That was tough."

Fear also held a touch of emotion in his eyes. He had witnessed the entire process and even become a part of it. Although he hadn't done anything, he had gained a lot.

Once his obsession with the orc era is fully ignited, he will reap the fear of the orcs, the dominant race, as well as a portion of their legacy and power.

Not only that, there are even things that can truly change the times.

Originally, the father was the future, and Xiaoyu was just a tool, a part of the past. Her most important role was to exploit the bug in the Holy Master's abilities.

Now that the bug has been completely fixed, the balance around Tama will be completely stable, the three forces will be completely shut down, the Saints will no longer reincarnate, and like the monarchs of the past, they will become dust in history.

And at this moment.
If Tara succeeds.

In the Orc era, the buffs to Saints and Goddesses, along with Tara's weakening of Shadow, will completely disrupt this balance.

The form of expression is
Xiaoyu may be able to control the strongest power on her own, such as choosing to enter Saint Seiya mode.

And the occurrence of this kind of thing represents...

The situation where neither black energy nor righteous energy could penetrate Xiaoyu's body disappeared. With the Saint Seiya's blessing on righteous energy, the destiny that her father obtained would be greatly weakened and distributed to Xiaoyu.

Correspondingly, Xiaoyu is able to gradually take control of the power of hope, and she also represents a part of destiny.

That would greatly improve the situation where authority is rejected by the times. As long as the race continues to revive, the era behind our father, blessed by time, will never return.

Unless the human race produces another Great Qin, followed by another Lope, they will be unable to reverse the current situation.

This is using destiny to fight against destiny.
However, it is merely using the destiny of the world to oppose the destiny created by the human race.
No matter how things are changed, demons seem unable to avoid having their status weakened.

Even Ximu wouldn't do.
"You seem to treat that girl differently."

Fear chuckled with a hint of amusement. This time, it seemed everyone was a beneficiary; Xiaoyu would receive Hope's help at any time in the future, gaining the fighting power of a Saint Seiya.

Tara gained greater shadow authority, and she gained the fear of an era.

As for Ximu, being a director, he might gain more than he imagined.

"Of course, she will be the destiny of the future, and an indispensable part of the era we want. Anyone else in this world can get into trouble, but she can't."

Ximu smiled and said, after sensing something, “Alright, fear, farewell. You know what happens next, and I don’t want to be disturbed. At least, not until all the demons have entered hell.”

Lin Luo nodded; this had been agreed upon long ago.

In this collaboration, Ximu also made some compromises, which made it impossible for him to remain behind the scenes indefinitely.

Once the demon is completely gone in the future, Lin Luo might have the opportunity to use him as a shield and become the second-in-command or something.

Of course, it's more likely that he and Ximu will push the other demons to the front, making them the second and third, until the balance is completely restored.

Before that need arises, the two sides don't need to interact; they can each go about their own business.

Before flapping its wings, Ximu suddenly turned back and asked, "You really don't want the power of heaven? I think you even want the power of the moon from Zhoulan."

Lin Luo shook his head decisively. How could something he asked for be the same as something given to him by someone else?

Having already collaborated with Ximu, it would be unwise to take anything from him again.

Ximu felt a little regretful. He flapped his wings suddenly, chuckled strangely, and soared into the sky: "I look forward to our next collaboration, in a new era."

Under the moonlight, Ximu flew higher and higher.

He did not conceal his figure in the moonlight.

His smile was so unrestrained, and his figure soaring through the clouds was so free, but his followers, who could barely keep up with him, had already turned into dust in history.

Even the obsession has been completely destroyed by him, the monarch.

Ximu arrived at the top of the world, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar city, feeling the embrace of the sky.

He seemed somewhat nostalgic, but then his eyes hardened.

With a sudden flap of its wings, it began to dive rapidly.

He broke through the clouds, entered the low altitude, and continued to descend, descend, and descend again.

Finally, an impatient middle-aged man appeared before him.

Beside the middle-aged man was a green-skinned dragon-man, both of whom had scarlet eyes and were looking at him at this moment.

Their expressions showed relief and relaxation, but more than anything, they were complicated.

As demons, they knew what it would mean if Ximu really did that.
Oh, demon, how can you abandon the pride that belongs to a demon?

Ximu looked at them, smiled brightly, and then plunged into a blood-red pool in front of them, no more than three meters in diameter.

The blood pool rippled with shadows; it was something the Holy Lord had prepared over the past few months, something that could restore his maximum fire power.

snort~
Ximu rushed in, and strong signs of corrosion appeared. Ximu was almost instantly corroded into ashes.

The phantom of a pair of bat wings began to tumble and weaken in the blood pool.

The Holy Lord looked up, and the sky, illuminated by the moonlight, appeared extremely dark at that moment.

The power of heaven, which could never have returned to the world, is now returning.

Ximu will be even worse off than Zhoulan.

Although Zhou Lan no longer possessed the authority of the moon, his soul still retained a trace of the root of the authority of gravity.

Ximu, on the other hand, wanted nothing at all, leaving himself no way out. The only thing he left for himself was the immortality of the demon soul.

That's practically the only privilege.

The Holy Lord raised his hand, and as the power of Heaven diminished and the sky grew darker, a transparent energy gradually entered the Holy Lord's body.

In the world, the fire element is boiling, is cheering, they are celebrating the completion of their king.
Not far away, in an abandoned football field, a scarlet gate opened and waited quietly for a while. In the eyes of the demon, a soul was sucked into it.

Then the gates of hell close.

The Sky Demon, Ximu, the monarch of the Heavenly Palace, has fallen!
hum~
The world's black energy suddenly decreased, but with the rise of another force, the world remained in an era of black energy.

The little demon dragon looked at the blood pool with a complicated expression.

He felt his father growing stronger, felt his eighth uncle completely disappear, and couldn't help but look up at the moon.

There's a feeling of shared sorrow, like the fox mourning the death of its kin.

Although he wasn't one of the eight great demons, he couldn't help but feel the same sentiment as his father.

How could the devil do this? How could he do this? Why did it have to be this way?
Is the glorious past truly gone forever?

Are monarchs unable to obtain a decent treatment?
The trends of the times are truly terrifying.
(End of this chapter)