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

Chapter 41: Flame of Fear
Tang Chen's meeting lasted until the afternoon. Of course, Tang Chen's main cooperation partners were those powerful countries. Among these dozens of people, only six or seven of them needed detailed discussions.

The others are just running along. After all, resources are always in the hands of a few people.

After the Zhengqi Academy [Dawn] officially confirmed its opening date.

Lin Luo also withdrew his gaze. Cultivating righteousness is a slow process and does not require too much thought.

Before Lin Luo could continue to look for Daolong and study [Fear Collector 2.0.]

The fear he had left behind in Valon was touched by something extraordinary, and in his mind, a fiery dragon was approaching.

"Finally. It's here!"

Meanwhile, Blackhand Building.

Walon, in a very good mood, was humming a little tune and checking today's documents.

After cooperating with the Mirror God, he realized how hard life was when he was cooperating with the Holy Lord.

Now, the chaebols are afraid, the detectives are retreating, and Black Hand has become the underground emperor of the entire world. Except for the fact that he still needs to pay taxes, Black Hand can be said to have reached the peak.

Valon thought of those stubborn guys in the IRS and couldn't help laughing, but Valon didn't mind this. Paying taxes represented the legality of some businesses.

In the past, they were forced to do so and could only engage in the black industry.

But now it is different. Wallon is also trying its best to put aside some particularly bad things and develop in the direction of business.

After all, the black industry makes money quickly, but it is never a fair and honest thing from the beginning to the end. If all the black hands are transformed, even if the Mirror God fails, it will not be easy for others to touch this business empire.

Of course, Valon will not give up the benefits brought by the underworld. What he is doing is to cultivate white gloves from white gloves.

When necessary, he can discard the white gloves just like America discarded the black hands, and then the empire he built will still be clean and legal.
As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a wave of palpitations.

He turned his head suddenly and saw that where the Holy Lord had once hung, there was now an ancient scroll from the Dragon Kingdom.

At this moment, an illusory dragon head emerged from the scroll.

The dragon head is about the same size as a human head, and is light yellow in color. It has eight horns and scarlet eyes.

"Holy Lord?"

Walon was speechless. It was so familiar, too familiar. A thousand-year dream was shattered in front of this untrustworthy dragon.

"Wallon, long time no see."

The Holy Lord stared at the young man who was emitting a faint black aura, his eyes full of humiliation.

He looked down on the human race, but now he could only occupy the body of a human, which made him feel suffocated.

In addition, there are now seven rings of different attributes in his soul, and he is like a dog in a leash. He even wants to truly destroy the world.

But unfortunately, he doesn't have the ability now, and he has to say that among the human race he knows, only Walon is suitable to carry his soul.

He has a black energy on his body that can carry the fire energy, and he has the power in the world to do things conveniently without having to spend his own treasures, it's simply perfect.

Just when he completely escaped from hell and rushed towards Valon, he found that Valon's face no longer had the initial panic.

But he calmed down.

The Holy Lord paused, feeling something was not right: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Valon sat in his boss's chair and continued to look at the documents. "We've been working together for a thousand years, Lord. It was you who broke our promise and tore up the contract between us. I never betrayed you from the beginning to the end. Why should I be afraid of you?"

The Holy Lord's eyes flickered slightly. "You have indeed done very well, Valon. Therefore, I will grant you the honor of sharing a body with the noble dragon."

As he spoke, he rushed forward.

But the next moment, Walon seemed to be covered by an illusory red official robe.

The Holy Lord instantly immersed himself in it without causing even a ripple.

"How did Your Majesty know he would come?"

"I don't know, but since you truly submit to me, I will naturally protect you."

Walon was stunned, with a touch of emotion in his eyes. He once again sighed in his heart about the gap between the two bosses.

He stood up, bowed slightly, and thanked a being in a crimson official robe floating in the air. "Thank you, Great God of Terror, for your protection. I will be your most loyal henchman, spreading the fear you need."

Lin Luo paid no attention to Walon's flattery, but lowered his eyes to look at the Holy Lord in his wide sleeves.

He did not act rashly after discovering the Holy Lord. In his mind, as long as it was an intelligent creature and could still feel fear, it was a leek.

This also includes the Holy Lord. Lin Luo really wants to know what the Holy Lord's fear tastes like.

At this moment, a soul was struggling frantically in the wide sleeves.

In the eyes of the Holy Lord, he rushed towards Valon, then hit an invisible wall, and then his perspective changed.

At this moment, the sky was shattered, the earth was decaying, the stars were twinkling in the broken sky, the moon was extremely dim, and everything in the world seemed to be dying.

Only the tsunami in the distance was still as domineering as ever, and the sparks kept jumping.

The Holy Lord lowered his head slightly. In front of the tall golden throne were two giant dragons with a wingspan of over a hundred meters pulling a carriage. People of all races knelt on both sides of the road, not daring to move.

The Holy Lord looked up and saw countless giant dragons appearing under the broken sky. They brought large patches of scarlet clouds of fire, covering the entire continent and making the flames of the world extremely active.

The giant dragon with a wingspan of over a thousand meters roared, igniting the fiery clouds in the sky. The flames spread across the sky and enveloped the entire Shenzhou.

However, outside of China, colorful clouds are floating and flowers are blooming.

An angel with white wings led the way, and the powerful men from several major tribes, including humans and orcs, were approaching step by step.

Behind them, atop the auspicious clouds, a young man in blue, sword in hand, stood atop the clouds, his gaze indifferently gazing down upon Shenzhou. Beside him, seven other equally powerful beings loomed in the distance. Their overwhelming might caused the flames of the entire sky to retreat, unable to advance even an inch.

With the coast not far away as the line, the flames advanced and retreated, but could never take a single step out of the sea.

"Ang~"

There was a giant dragon that could not tolerate anyone daring to look down on its king. It let out a dragon roar, flapped its huge wings, and the dragon's flames swooped down on the eight figures in the sky.

The moment he flew out of the coastline, a powerful human flew out with a sword in hand and fought with the dragon.

The flames he spewed out directly attacked the eight figures, but the extremely explosive flames faded and disappeared in front of those figures.

It didn't have any effect at all.
The Holy Lord paused, then stood up suddenly.

Here is...the final battle!
After this war, Basha will be the only demon left in the world.

Soon after, the Demon Age was declared over!
He looked at his hands, feeling the powerful force in his body, but he was not...
He seemed to be thinking of something, but the next moment, everything around him changed.

The Holy Lord is now standing on the ground covered in blood.

Everything around is in a state of shattered state.

The once glorious kingdom has been completely ruined.

In the distance, his dragon followers were suppressed by various tribes. They tried desperately to rescue him, but were blocked.

Occasionally, a powerful dragon would kill its opponent and charge straight into the battlefield, but they would be suppressed by the powerful gods.

The Holy Lord was breathing heavily. At this moment, he had a deep wound on his body. It was a sword wound, which could not be healed without thousands of years of recuperation.

In front of him were eight people, including men, women, young and old.

Occupying the center was a young man dressed in blue, holding a long sword and with a silent look in his eyes.

He was getting closer step by step.

The Holy Lord's body was trembling slightly as he retreated step by step. He knew that if he swung the sword, he would be imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, and then start his miserable life.

"roar~"

"Ang~"

In the distance, there were roars and screams from the followers, and nearby, the god named Lu Dongbin was approaching step by step.

The Holy Lord retreated step by step, staring at Lu Dongbin.

He saw himself in this man's eyes, the once arrogant ruler, now forced into a corner like a stray dog.

How could that cowardly look match the demeanor of a fire demon?
"Damn."

A low murmur sounded, and the fear in the Holy Lord's eyes turned into anger. He would not allow himself to be so cowardly. He gathered all the fire in his body and rushed out with all his strength.

He collided with Lu Dongbin's sword.

He saw tall buildings!

"Fear! Damn it, just wait"

The Holy Lord walked away with a crazy roar.

The big hole in Lin Luo's red robe with gold edges on its sleeve gradually healed.

He felt a little emotional. The Holy Lord was worthy of being the Holy Lord. He could even break through his restraints.

Sure enough, there is a difference in status between him and the Holy Lord.
but
Lin Luo looked at the amber-colored ball of fear in his hand that had almost solidified into substance and smiled.

Sure enough, as long as it is an intelligent creature, whether it is a demon or a god.

In the eyes of fear, everyone is a leek!
He clenched his fist with one hand, and the fear in his hand was instantly absorbed.

Lin Luo suddenly felt a burning sensation.

A hint of red flame pattern appeared on his wide red sleeves, making him look less scary and more sacred.

Lin Luo raised his hand.

A wisp of flame flickered in his hand.

He was a little stunned, and understood the function of this flame: the flame of fear. It can ignite the enemy's fear, and thus burn their spirit and even their soul with fear!
Gaining the Holy Lord's fear, his own fear evolved.
gudu~
Valon swallowed his saliva and said, "Your Majesty, what is this?"

Lin Luo came back to his senses, put away the flame of fear, put his hands into his sleeves, and said gently: "Don't worry, Valon. As long as you don't betray me, the flame of fear will never burn in your heart."

Valon immediately bowed his head and said, "Valon will swear allegiance to Your Majesty until death."

Lin Luo glanced at Walon and his figure gradually faded.

He wandered leisurely among the mountains and forests, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

If the Lord's fear can evolve itself, then can more fears continue to evolve, what about the fear of other demons?
Lin Luo was eager to try it out, the potential of fear was even higher than he had expected!
"So that's how it is. But if this place is modified so that the fear can be compressed, theoretically, for every thousand units of fear, one fear crystal can be obtained. This fear crystal will turn from virtual to real and can be touched by ordinary people.

If we have this, then the speed at which we harvest fear should be greatly accelerated."

Lin Luo looked up and saw a little old man wearing a bamboo hat chatting with Daolong in an ancient castle.

The two are very interested in researching Fear Collector 2.0.

Lin Luo approached slowly. Of course he also wanted to participate in the study of fear, as this was about the understanding of fear.

(End of this chapter)