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

Chapter 134 Shadow Queen
In the orc ruins of the underground palace.

Darkness gradually enveloped the girl's body.

The immense aura of darkness caused the entire palace to tremble slightly, and the barrier that shrouded the ruins shattered instantly.

"Xiaoyu! Sam!"

Jackie Chan's hysterical roar still seems to echo in my ears.

He felt a profound sense of powerlessness. The child was so well-behaved, hadn't acted on his own, and had even asked him for help, yet it still ended like this.
how come.
At the edge of the altar, Jimmy, his face streaked with tears, stared blankly as the figure slowly crumbled into dust.

In his very last moments, he seemed to see that person, who was like an older brother to him, gazing at him with lingering affection.
If only I could catch him.
Self-blame and remorse began to take root in his heart.

If I hadn't let go, how could he have died?
The orc king, suspended in the void, stared at the girl shrouded in darkness with growing unease. He seemed to have sensed this aura before; it came from a terrifying nightmare shadow!

Without hesitation, he raised his hand, ignoring the fear that urged him to seize the power. What he wanted now was to destroy the power and appease the millions of orc souls below.

They are watching him. The obsession of the orc race has gathered here because of his thousand-year-long carving. For thousands of years, they have been disappointed in him, the last king.

Now, the moment he picked up the greatsword, he had no choice but to raise it, regardless of who he faced.
Swing your sword!

Zheng~
A powerful sword aura surged towards the darkness.

Beneath the altar palace, countless orc statues stared expectantly at their king within the altar. If this king could kill the enemy, they could once again follow their king as orcs and begin their conquest!
Wow~
The sword energy approached, and then... shattered like glass.

A dark membrane of light instantly enveloped the entire underground area.

In this darkness, vision was not affected. Tiny red dots drifted down in the darkness, like pairs of eyes hidden in another dimension, peering into reality.

The immense aura made the million-strong orc army uneasy; they looked restlessly at their king, anticipating something.

And their king's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Only when he faced this force directly did he realize just how powerful it was.

The courage that had just been gathered seemed somewhat pale at this moment.

He tightened his grip on the greatsword, looking at the girl slowly rising in front of him. He wanted to raise the sword again, but he couldn't.

The girl's eyes were completely filled with scarlet, her skin was slightly purple, and her outfit of jeans and a short-sleeved orange sweatshirt gradually turned into particles, with a purple glow appearing on her body.

The moment the girl stood up completely, a set of purplish-black imperial robes appeared on her, noble and gorgeous.

The girl was confused; she didn't know what to do or what her situation was.

Everything just now seems like an illusion. How could Sam possibly be dead?

He fulfilled all her fantasies so well; their relationship should be like yin and yang, intertwined and accompanying each other forever.

She looked around, completely ignoring the orc king who was trembling slightly in the void.

They also ignored the obsession of the million orcs in the underground realm.

She was looking for something.

As her gaze swept over a certain spot for the second time, the girl looked puzzled. She tilted her head and took a step forward.

Her bare feet touched the cold ground, but it did not cause her any discomfort.

She stopped about two meters ahead, where the few specks of light finally dissipated completely.

The aura of these light particles seems familiar. What could it be?

It's so quiet around here.

In the distance, Jackie Chan's eyes were filled with terror. He kept running towards Xiao Yu, calling out to her repeatedly.

But the girl didn't notice any of these noises at all.

She looked up somewhat blankly, and on her ceremonial robes, a thin ribbon, moving without wind, gently caught a piece of fabric that was falling.

Bring it to the girl.

It was a black, rectangular amulet, and it only had one side.

The top is white with a few strokes depicting three people: a boy with slicked-back hair in the middle, a girl on the left, and another boy on the right. The three are smiling brightly, and it's clear they have a good relationship.

The girl's heart skipped a beat.

Some memories that were temporarily lost due to the shock slowly returned.

In her perception, sound could also be allowed to travel.

The sound of wailing filled the air, filled with regret and self-blame.

There was a voice repeatedly calling a certain name, it seemed to be 'Xiaoyu'.
Oh right, that's myself.
There are millions of increasingly noisy consciousnesses, seemingly anticipating something.

It's so noisy here!
boom!
Within the domain, a massive aura suppressed all the noise.

The hem of her dress, which was wrapped around the fragment of the amulet, slowly tightened and curled. The girl's heart was filled with intense emotions. An ancient consciousness was persuading her to merge her heart into darkness and completely return to the power of the origin.

But she ignored it; she was pondering the surging emotions welling up inside her.

It seems to be... sadness?

It also seems like hatred!

She tilted her head slightly and looked at the orc king who was suspended in mid-air.

Both sides looked at each other.

The Orc King trembled even more violently. The greatsword, which was clearly a one-handed sword relative to his body, was now too heavy for him to lift.

He gritted his teeth, gripped the longsword in his other hand, and slowly raised it amidst the expectant gazes of millions.

Those expectant gazes converged at that moment, vaguely forming the shape of an orc behind him.

They were urging him to wield his sword; once he did, they could use the king as a vessel to imbue his body with the power of the former overlord clan.

At that time, a million soldiers will obey the king's orders.

Following in the king's footsteps, we embark on a journey once more.

The orc king, once a coward, kept trying to raise his sword, his hand trembling slightly in the air.

He saw the girl slowly float up, looking down at him. In his mind, the girl's powerful figure gradually overlapped with the image of a young man in his head.

It was a young human, whose blood energy was faintly coalescing into a huge blood beast that seemed to be grinning at him.

That figure from back then, wielding a long sword and clad in blood-stained armor, looked down at me just as I did. Back then, I didn't have the courage to resist; I abandoned everything and fled. But now...
He gritted his teeth and, with trembling hands, suddenly raised his longsword.

"You killed Sam!"

A hoarse, almost chanting voice suddenly erupted.

The girl's rationality vanished, replaced by overwhelming negative emotions that caused her aura to surge continuously.

A powerful aura pressed down.

Despair filled the eyes of the Orc King.

The greatsword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Uh-huh~
The incredibly sharp greatsword plunged violently into the altar.

Even if a cowardly king were to face an invincible enemy again, he would still be unable to draw his sword!

Just like back then, he felt that he could not harm his enemy by swinging his sword, and that he was doomed to die!

The millions of souls, carrying the obsession of their former overlords, suddenly froze at this moment.

"help me!"

"Charge! Charge forward! Block him! Block her!"

Some sounds of despair rose up, the broken cries seeming to echo the scene from a thousand years ago when facing Bai Qi.

He turned around and flew quickly into the distance, his disheveled figure bearing no resemblance to a king.

But that's who he was—running away because of cowardice, and building the Beast King's Tomb here out of guilt and self-reproach, until he died of old age.
Even though his persistence has made this place a repository of that race's obsession.

But he is still himself.
The girl raised her hand.

A vast aura converged, and an enormous, seemingly infinitely large shadowy hand emerged. Under the 'gaze' of the once-dominant race's obsession, it directly crushed their only hope, their last king.

Rumble.
The dungeon is collapsing, and the giant sword stuck in the ground is groaning.

After a brief silence, the once-dominant race howled and roared in despair. They were filled with resentment and hatred for the lack of resistance, as the underground palace crumbled.
The girl, having avenged her great grudge, was now in a state of complete confusion; her sorrow was fading away, as was her hatred.

The girl didn't know what she should do.

She wanted to call out something, but there was always a membrane between them, preventing her from making that call out smoothly.

It is negotiating with itself, seemingly offering some so-called power in exchange for the support of all its subordinates.

She was somewhat annoyed because, in her perception, this was originally hers, including the part that was stopping her.

However, she was too weak at the moment and was overwhelmed by the heavy emotions in her heart. She urgently needed to vent something, so she agreed to that consciousness.

Anyway, she always felt that as long as she wanted, she could take back all the effort she had given away at any time.
She finally fully connected with another dimension.

At that moment, a surge of power suddenly filled the girl's heart, and she seemed to understand something.

The Shadow Jade actively blocked out certain things, negative things about living beings, such as sadness, grief, friendship, and family ties. Everything that could make her weak was being pushed away from her.

Because, after being linked to this dimension, she seemed to have become a king.

A king cannot be sad, nor can he be weak; he must lead his people to achieve hegemony.

Wang is not a specific person; a king is simply a king.

She opened her arms and called out.

"Come forth, soldiers! The reign of the shadows has begun!"

Rumble.
The entire underground world trembled continuously, and stones fell down in a rustling sound.

Beside the million sculptures, more shadow soldiers kept appearing, including ninjas under the Holy Lord and soldiers with hands like scythes.

There were obese legions, and there were also ninjas with bat wings.

These beings exuded an aura of iron will and fanaticism, forming a stark contrast to the millions of stone statues whose consciousnesses were filled with intense resentment and were on the verge of dissipation.

Not far away, Jackie Chan's eyes were filled with despair. He wanted to say something, but his body was bound in place by the power of shadow, and he couldn't even speak.

It seemed she sensed his emotions.

The queen lowered her gaze, glanced at him, and then completely ignored him.

The king looked at his own soldiers.

He looked very satisfied.

Her power was too weak; she was quite satisfied with the power she had gained by exchanging some authority for it.

All she needs to do is complete the construction of her palace and find some of the powers she has lost, then she can reclaim those powers.

And get rid of whatever dared to negotiate with you earlier; whatever that thing was, it was destined to perish.

"Soldiers, your queen needs a palace."

Of the nine legions, one of the ninjas closest to the queen stepped forward.

Upon reaching the Orc Kingdom, he summoned the Throne of Shadows, seemingly recommending the place to his queen.

As long as the Queen gives the nod, they will stabilize the collapse here, turning this place into the Shadow Palace in reality, and using it as the center to begin their conquest of reality.

The Queen lowered her eyes.

Rumble.
Everything around was collapsing; orc sculptures were being destroyed by falling rocks; everything was crumbling.

The queen stared at the orc king's sword that was wailing, a hint of disdain in her eyes.

"How can a palace built by cowards be worthy of a true king?"

(End of this chapter)