Chapter 261: Finrod No Match for Sauron, Magic Swordsman George Appears
A bolt of lightning, thicker than a water tank, burst forth from the hand of the thunder giant, causing Sauron's expression to change drastically.
"A mere human—how could he possibly wield such powerful magical energy!"
This level of lightning attack was already enough to harm his physical body.
Even though a Maia's soul does not perish if the body is destroyed, reconstructing a body requires immense time and energy. They would never allow their physical body to be harmed unless absolutely necessary.
Of course, for Maiar who have been transformed into Balrogs, they can never recover their original bodies. Upon death, their souls return directly to the Eternal Void to face punishment from Ilúvatar.
"Human, you've enraged me!"
Sauron raised his magic sword horizontally, and a surge of dark power erupted, forming a massive black shield in front of him.
Lightning clashed with darkness, but in the end, the darkness prevailed, completely dissolving the lightning.
"I didn't expect Sauron in this era to already be so troublesome."
Seeing that even his strongest Ultimate Electromagnetic Cannon couldn't harm Sauron, George felt a headache coming on.
If the Ultimate Electromagnetic Cannon couldn't injure Sauron, then the Plasma Electromagnetic Cannon was probably even less effective.
In terms of power, the Ultimate Electromagnetic Cannon—which absorbed ancient magic—was more powerful than the Plasma Electromagnetic Cannon. However, the plasma version activated much faster and didn't require five or six minutes to first charge up with ancient magic.
"If Sauron is already this strong, I can't imagine how powerful Morgoth must be."
Sauron was merely one of the stronger Maiar, still far weaker than even the weakest of the Valar. That's why he only dared to wreak havoc in Middle-earth when the gods were no longer watching.
Morgoth, however, was the strongest among the Valar—stronger even than Manwë Súlimo, King of the Valar. It took all the Valar working together to subdue him.
"Awooo!"
Seeing George summon a two-hundred-meter-tall thunder giant, Sauron transformed into a wolf. His body rapidly expanded until he was roughly the same size as the thunder giant.
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He let out a sky-shaking howl and lunged toward George's thunder giant.
"I almost forgot, this guy is also the King of Werewolves!"
George hurried to control the thunder giant to fend off Sauron's bites.
Sauron only earned titles like Dark Lord, Lord of Mordor, Lord of the Black Land, Master of Darkness, King of Barad-dûr, and the Dark Hand after forging the One Ring.
Before that, he was known as Morgoth's lieutenant and the King of Werewolves.
He had his own island of werewolves, inhabited by countless monstrous wolves and vampires, including Maiar-level monsters like the giant wolf Carcharoth and the Vampire Queen Thuringwethil, all loyal subordinates of his.
He himself also had the ability to transform into a giant wolf or vampire.
George's thunder giant specialized in firing the Ultimate Electromagnetic Cannon and lacked melee capabilities—it was no match for Sauron's wolf form. Soon, it was on the verge of collapse.
Just then, Sauron suddenly let out a painful cry and quickly retreated, reverting to his human form.
"Sauron, your opponent is me!"
It was Finrod, who had ridden in on an elk to assist George, seeing he had fallen into dire straits.
It was Finrod who had just wounded Sauron's wolf leg with his enchanted Elven longsword imbued with the power of light.
"Finrod!"
A flash of dread flickered in Sauron's eyes.
Though Elven Prince Finrod was not as powerful as he was, the difference wasn't so great that he could be careless—underestimating him could easily lead to failure.
Seeing Finrod join the fight, George dismissed the thunder giant and moved to stand beside him.
Maintaining the thunder giant in its extreme state was a massive strain for George—he couldn't afford to cast other spells while doing so.
Since lightning magic proved ineffective against Sauron, he needed to try other forms of magic.
Now that Finrod was holding the front line, George had time to experiment and find a spell that could truly hurt Sauron.
With so many magical worlds' worth of magic, he refused to believe he couldn't find something that could restrain Sauron.
"Let me kill this dog first, then I'll deal with your master Morgoth!"
Finrod leapt from the elk, his body radiating brilliant golden light, and charged at Sauron like the wind, wielding his Elven sword.
Riding the elk and fighting orcs and half-beasts boosted his efficiency in battle, but against someone of Sauron's level, the elk was a hindrance. In short-range bursts, Finrod was far faster on foot.
"Hahaha, just you? Have you forgotten how your grandfather and uncle died?
Let me send you to meet Mandos first, then your brother and sister can join you!"
Sauron showed no fear as Finrod charged. If he hadn't been distracted by the human earlier, he wouldn't have been wounded by Finrod's sneak attack on his leg.
But such a minor injury was nothing to him. By the time he finished speaking, it had already completely healed.
"They're too fast—I can't get a clear shot."
Watching Sauron and Finrod, locked in a dazzling battle of black and golden light, George frowned.
They were moving too fast—he couldn't aim any spells accurately.
Moreover, he had no suitable wand right now, and high-level spells couldn't be cast instantaneously.
"A wand... wait, maybe I can try an Elven weapon."
Suddenly, George's eyes lit up. He quickly found a runed Elven sword on the body of a fallen Elven warrior nearby.
"It really works!"
The moment he gripped the Elven sword, he realized it could substitute for a wand in spellcasting.
Although not as effective as the wands from Fairy Tail or the Marvel world, it felt better than those in the Harry Potter world.
Before leaving Middle-earth, the Noldor Elves studied under Aulë, the god of smithing, for years and became highly skilled in crafting magical weapons and items.
The most gifted of them, Prince Fëanor, forged the Silmarils—gems so magnificent even the gods were in awe. Morgoth himself became obsessed and stole them, embedding them in his crown.
The strength of the Light Elves lay not only in their bodies, nurtured by the Two Trees, but also in their magical armor and weapons.
"Then let me play sword saint for a bit!"
Looking at the Elven longsword in his hand, George's eyes gleamed with an idea.
He channeled all his electricity into enhancing his body, transforming into a bolt of lightning and joining the battle between Sauron and Finrod.
By now, Finrod was completely on the defensive. His exquisite magical armor had cracked in several places, while Sauron remained composed and dominant.
"Take this! (Phantom Blade!)"
George slashed at Sauron's neck from behind while casting Phantom Blade.
"Good speed, but terrible swordsmanship."
Facing George's sneak attack, Sauron sneered.
Compared to Finrod's refined Elven swordsmanship, George's was full of flaws. Though fast and sudden, the strike was so full of openings that Sauron didn't even bother blocking it—he simply stepped back to dodge it.
(End of chapter)