Countless screams came out in the water—but slowly fell silent along with the waves.
Galadriel's move was called[Blue Waters].
Using her own water element as a medium—
Then slapping and suppressing with powerful force.
Under this trick, more than one hundred thousand people died in her hands.
But Galadriel felt it was still not enough. Because her intention was to kill the native gods who had blasphemed the spirits.
Not these dogs.
Killing some dogs was not fun at all.
Galadriel looked in the direction of Aman, raised her head and said: "You dogs, haven't you come out yet? Did you think my consciousness didn't detect you?"
Whoosh.
She waved her hand forward.
Numerous ripples spread out in an arc.
Several gods from Aman appeared before Galadriel.
Each one was a true god.
Because this place did not belong to Middle-earth—
They could appear directly!
This involved an ancient agreement—and was also a conspiracy of the native gods.
The reason Lindon was chosen was because it was a vague place.
They said it belonged to Middle-earth—but it didn't look like it.
This was the reason the army had been assembled here. But... now this army had been killed completely. The sea was full of blood.
It attracted countless sharks to roam here.
Manwë looked at the dead believers. His eyelids twitched. He gritted his teeth and said: "Galadriel, we should have killed you back then! Damned fallen elf—how dare you kill all our believers!"
"Hmph, I said it at the beginning. These strange-minded spirits are the most difficult to deal with... but most people didn't understand what I thought."
A certain god snorted dissatisfiedly.
He had wanted to kill Galadriel and this group of fallen ones at the beginning. But most people disagreed—just thinking of exiling them.
Just let them fend for themselves.
Who would have thought Galadriel would be recruited by the Outer God?
Become the female elf who rivaled them!
No one had thought of this.
Galadriel could not help but laugh as she listened to the accusations of these acquaintances. She smiled brilliantly.
There was even a lot of charm in her laughter.
Countless Valar looked at Galadriel jealously.
They had not expected this fallen elf to become even more beautiful than them. How truly hateful.
Galadriel laughed for a while, looked at the god of atmosphere, and sneered: "Manwë, you always say I'm depraved. But what have you gods done?
Do you remember your powerful self every day? Or do you want to entertain yourselves on that little Aman Island?
You haven't managed your own people well at all. But you ask others to do what you want and be bound by a paper contract.
Where were you when Morgoth harmed the mainland?
When Demon Lord Sauron was causing trouble in the Mountains of Doom, where were you?
Saying others are depraved—you are the depraved ones, right? Why did Ilúvatar abandon you? Haven't you ever thought about it?"
With one sentence, she kept everyone under control.
Galadriel took advantage of this gap and transformed into her water elemental body.
She cheated and came before the first Vala.
The other party was wearing a long green dress and a crown made of flowers and straw on her head. This was the goddess of weaving—Vána.
"Go to hell, bitch... you were the one who bad-mouthed me!"
Whoosh.
The azure blue spear pierced Vána directly.
The latter couldn't even shout in exclamation. She fell to the ground covering her wound. The speed was so fast that all the gods had not expected it.
Galadriel was unreasonable and turned her spear on Nessa, the goddess of dancing.
These divine goddesses—where were they her opponents?
Seeing the water woman rushing toward her face, she immediately screamed in horror: "Don't kill me..."
An atmospheric shield stood horizontally in front of Nessa.
It let her breathe a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, a blood stain appeared on her face.
Squelch.
Blood flew wildly.
Nessa looked down—only to realize she had been hit.
When exactly?
Obviously Manwë had stopped the attack!
"Ah... why... it was obviously blocked... cough..."
Nessa clutched her shattered body. Her eyes dimmed.
Finally she died on the spot.
"Because you are all stupid. The power of the true god is not what you false gods can imagine. Get ready for the next one...
As for Manwë, you can continue to stop me. I don't mind~~"
Galadriel smiled sweetly. Her body turned into droplets. She had disappeared from that place.
In the next moment—
Estë, the goddess of rest, suffered.
The blue arm directly pulled her heart out.
Splurt.
The blood of the gods ran down the ice-blue fingers. Then she was thrown toward the rest of the gods.
"No... you executioner! I'm going to kill you..."
The rapid fall of the three goddesses made all the gods extremely angry.
And the underworld god Námo Mandos uttered a sky-shaking roar.
His combat power was amazing. His speed was surprisingly fast. His combat experience was terrifying.
Galadriel, who had only disappeared for a period of time, had such powerful force that she could beat the God of War.
Pluto was, after all, Pluto.
When he attacked, he briefly stopped Galadriel's assault.
But only a few minutes later, she got away. And another god was killed.
The one who died this time was Aulë Mahal, the god of the earth.
Manwë, the chief god of the atmosphere, looked at the fallen gods one after another. He raised his head and roared: "Father Ilúvatar, do you have the heart to watch this world fall...
Look at this world.
Demons are rampant!
Our children have died too many times. Do you have the heart to watch all of our children die?"
The gods beside him also yelled in unison to try to awaken Ilúvatar.
Galadriel's eyes were cold. She knew she could not drag on any longer. Her power could kill Manwë—but it was definitely not enough to deal with Ilúvatar.
If Ye Rou came over, it was estimated Ilúvatar could be killed.
But she couldn't.
Galadriel had a very precise knowledge of her own combat effectiveness.
With her speed accelerating, three more gods fell. The entire Lindon area had long since turned into the land of the gods' corpses.
One after another, god corpses fell from the sky.
The earth was shaking.
The ocean was roaring.
The entire sky was in a state of intense change.
Was the end of the world coming?
For ordinary people, things in the Lindon area made them extremely frightened.
Only some highly capable people understood.
This was a battle of gods.
The Eternal Faith had launched an attack toward Aman.
Who could become the ruler of this world depended on the outcome of this battle.
Accompanied by the god of the sea falling severely injured—
Galadriel finally came before Manwë.
"Child, can't you spare his life?"
Just when the ice-blue fingers were only one millimeter from Manwë's neck, a melodious sigh suddenly came from the sky.