Belfast Bay.
As the outer sea of Gondor, this place was particularly tense.
There were no soldiers for thirty miles near the coast.
All had retreated and garrisoned inland—so that the enemies in the sea and Morgoth's army would not be able to attack them.
It was worth mentioning—
In order to regain the safety of Middle-earth—
Morgoth had used the race received from Aman to create an amphibious race that could live on sea and land.
They had a strong ability to reproduce.
Moreover, they were terribly toxic.
"So, you are helpless?"
"Yes, Goddess Galadriel. Our believers are not afraid of these toxins. But the fish in the sea have been poisoned to death. The soldiers here lack many supplies..."
No food was very dangerous.
And Morgoth had been monitoring this coast.
The rest of the Aman forces were in the Lindon area, constantly strengthening their defenses there.
It was equal to the current Saruman being completely dragged down on this continent—unable to continue expanding his strength at all.
For example, the power of the Dwarves.
Originally, he had slowly intervened. But now he could only retreat and give the other party a chance to breathe.
Within a moment, Galadriel and her party arrived at the coast.
It was currently noon.
A hundred miles of Belfast Bay—
Were all occupied by purple and black murlocs. They were extremely ugly. Their calls were very harsh.
Always "wah wah wah."
Otherwise it was "ooh-la-la."
Galadriel didn't like this kind of creature anyway. Because they had no enemies—and they would attack their own people and kill each other in this way.
Keeping a continuation through food.
Cruel and ugly.
A race that shouldn't exist!
"Sister, this kind of thing is so ugly. I didn't expect this kind of thing..."
"Looking at them, I don't want to eat lunch anymore."
Lu Su's mouth was downturned, with an expression of wanting to vomit.
She showed this to Yushu next to her, who smiled.
Galadriel stepped forward and fixed her eyes on the sea fortress thousands of miles away.
"So the enemy is hiding there? Sisters, prepare the fortifications. I'm about to start the offensive."
"Mm."
Several goddesses nodded together and quickly dispersed.
A layer of colorful barrier protected all the coastal areas of Gondor.
"Water System Magic · Spiral Tornado"
Accompanied by Galadriel's low groan—
The water element within a radius of thousands of miles—
Was quickly mobilized.
Morgoth was the strongest demon god and the brother of the chief god Manwë.
He had also been shot into the void at one time.
But after encountering the God of Eternity, the group of native gods finally couldn't help it. They secretly sent someone to the secret place to release him.
Feeling the powerful waves of magic in the air—
Morgoth, who was sitting in the Castle of Sin, suddenly opened his purple-blue eyes.
"Oh? It seems those little things are provoking me again this time. Is it the water element... hehe, a bit weak..."
Whoosh.
A pitch-black energy—
Enveloped this castle.
Countless waves of water turned into ferocious dragons, trying to completely destroy the castle.
However, this black energy turned all this into nothingness.
The murloc monsters on the coast were eliminated.
But a castle arrived at the bay with a dark cloud.
"Saruman, I heard you've hired a helper this time. Yo... just a fallen elf, with good looks... How about being my woman?"
Morgoth's voice was full of magnetism.
It was also full of temptation.
Galadriel's pretty face was full of frost. She felt insulted.
A mere aboriginal god dared to blaspheme her.
If the gods knew this—what would they think?!
The temperature in the air kept dropping rapidly.
Galadriel's long golden hair reached her feet, floating without wind. She reached out and grabbed.
A perfect bow and arrow constructed from ice crystals appeared in her hand.
She opened her cherry lips and said word by word: "Whether it's the dogs of Aman protecting you—or you're courting your own death—I, Galadriel, am always a woman of God. Welcome to judgment..."
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Three sounds rang out. Three lights condensed on the ice-blue bow.
The first light was the light element of this world. The light from thousands of miles nearby was gathered up. The sky turned into dark night.
The second light was the water element. The sea was drying up.
The third light was ice.
Galadriel was truly angry for the first time. Her mind had locked onto Morgoth's filthy soul. Then her fingers loosened.
The Arrow of Three Lights flew away instantly.
At this moment, the arrow disappeared before everyone's eyes.
But in front of Morgoth's throne, an arrow appeared.
His eyes kept shrinking sharply.
How could it be so fast?
Spells were too late to use!
Space was frozen. Time was invalid.
What kind of arrow was this?!
Morgoth wanted to cry at this moment. He blamed his own mouth for provoking such a fierce woman. She threw her ultimate move right from the start. Was there such a shameless person?
He didn't have time to think about it.
He tried to escape into the void.
As a result—space remained untouchable.
The shining rays of light covered the entire castle.
Subsequently—
Countless rays of light circulated here.
The ice crystals refracted. The light also produced countless attacks.
Division. Destruction. Annihilation.
This terrible arrow made Saruman amazed.
This kind of ultimate skill—even if Lord Manwë came in person—would be torn to pieces by this thing.
The castle had long been turned into powder in the glare.
And Morgoth kept screaming in tearing and rebirth.
At the last moment, he'd presumptuously wanted to seduce Galadriel.
In the next moment, he was reduced to a screaming dog.
The believers of the faith began to cheer.
"Goddess, invincible!"
"Goddess, invincible!"
"Goddess, invincible!"
Galadriel watched Morgoth's breath continue to fall and could not help but sneer: "Sisters, watch carefully. In the future, when you encounter this kind of apprentice, you can directly use the strongest move to destroy them!"
He even verbally took advantage of her.
She wanted to chop up this kind of dog!
In the end, Morgoth persisted for ten minutes before disappearing into ashes.
A generation of demon gods who had seduced Sauron—
In the end, he met this fate. Before he died, he was thinking about why he had been so cheap.
Maybe if he'd knelt down and begged for mercy—maybe there would have been a glimmer of hope.
It could only be said that Galadriel was too fierce!
She didn't make sense at all.
"Okay. Things here are over. Let's start expanding the territory next. I want to see if those Aman dogs dare to come!"
Galadriel smiled triumphantly.
In Aman.
Several gods sensed Morgoth's death.
They could not help but sigh.
"It seems he was still a little lacking. He didn't get supplies in the void. His strength was still a little insufficient. It's really embarrassing to be killed by an abandoned elf..."