Chapter 275 Manwe Discovered a Suspicious Point!

Seeing those three figures flying towards them at extremely fast speeds, the gods couldn't help but gain morale.

The God of War, the God of Hunting, and the God of the Underworld are all extremely powerful and hard-core gods. Among the main gods, Manwe, the God of the Sky, Ulmo, the God of the Sea, and Aulim, the God of the Earth, have formed three major pillars. The core foundation of the world, its status and strength are indestructible.

Putting aside hard power, when it comes to one-sided fighting and fighting, the God of War, the God of the Underworld and the God of Hunting have more experience.

As for the goddesses Villi, their combat power was very clear two minutes ago. Except for the goddess Varda, they are all non-combatants who perform their own duties. Even Varda herself is better at assisting than fighting.

Moreover, in a situation where the six Valar gather together, even if Morgoth obtains the so-called Flame of Annihilation, it is not clear who will win and who will lose.

"Oluomi, where did you go at this critical moment?" Auli complained with a roar.

Whoosh whoosh!

The hunting god Oromi did not give an answer. Instead, he took off the divine bow from his back. The moment his fingertips were placed on the string, he shot out a dozen buzzing arrows.

However, these murderous arrows did not shoot at Morgoth, but directly aimed at the bewildered and astonished gods.

Buzz~

Namu, the god of the underworld, raised his staff high and danced with a purple-robed hunter. The sky was suddenly filled with clouds, and countless evil spirits imprisoned in the underworld were released by him. They transformed into ghostly appearances and swooped towards Aman. Down.

Boom——

The god of war Tokas took off the huge weapon with an ax in front and a hammer from behind, fell heavily to the ground, and jumped to the god of earth Aoli without hesitation.

His close combat ability gave the God King Manwei a headache. His physical attacks without fancy special effects were enough to crack mountains and split seas. His almost berserker will was called a lunatic among the gods. He once killed everyone in the War of Wrath, making the dark forces... Hearing his name gave me chills in my heart.

Although they were shocked by what the three old friends did, Manwe and other gods still took the fastest response measures.

Boom!

"Sky magic, ultimate wind pressure."

Manwë clapped his hands on his chest, and the magic without chanting appeared.

In an instant, the invisible air flow surged wildly, condensing and gushing out with him as the core, and the terrifying wind poured upward.

The feather arrows, evil spirits, and hammers and axes were all carried away and flew away. The entire Aman continent was immediately filled with the sound of howling wind, and the dozens of doomsday dragons were scattered like earthworms.

Facing the invisible wind blade, Morgoth now had to deal with it seriously. He unswervingly ignited blazing black flames on his body, burning away the wind transformed by magic in the sky.

"The gold content of the God King is still the same. You are worthy of being my twin brother. It seems that the lazy and leisurely years have not corroded your will." Morgoth smiled unhurriedly, and the depth of his words was full of hatred and jealousy.

call!

As he spoke, he suddenly dodged and whipped out a whip.

Bang!

I saw Auli, whose whole body was protected by rock armor, coming behind him and blasting an earth vein lava fist.

Unexpectedly, he was kicked in the waist and abdomen by Morgoth first, and his whole body flew backwards like a bent prawn. Before he even hit the ground, he was struck by the God of War's hard blow.

If it weren't for Aulai's high defense and high meat, half of these two consecutive hits would have been destroyed.

Varda flew into the air, chanting incantations in her mouth all the time. As the speed of her words increased, the complicated and obscure incantations turned into actual brilliance, which shone on her own members, giving them buffs of increase and healing.

At the same time, she also condensed a 100-meter lightsaber above her head, controlling it with her mind to fight against the invading dragons.

"Turkas and the others are probably bewitched by Morgoth. Could it be that the unheard-of Flame of Annihilation has such a wide range of effects?" The God of Inspiration's brain was running rapidly. He looked around the overall situation while calculating his own chances of winning. "Here is At our home court, taking all factors into account, the winning percentage of both sides is 50-50.”

"Fifty-five? That's enough. Please notify Ulmo immediately." God King Manwe suppressed his anger and pulled out the two short double-headed spears inserted into his shoulders with his left and right hands.

The God of Inspiration's eyes lit up, "If Ulmo is added, our chances of winning will be even better. The three pillars of sky, ocean, and earth will join forces, and our combat power will double."

Compared to Manwë, the God of Inspiration's brain is somewhat rusty. The years of peace and tranquility are like boiling a frog in warm water. He has been immersed in art, literature and philosophy. He is indeed particularly slow to the current sudden change and has no time to deal with it. Make the wisest and most sensible decision the first time.

"Yes, yes, that's it. What I want to see is the naive look of hope in your hearts at this moment," Morgoth was noisy like a parrot, taunting unruly, "You have no idea how much despair you are facing right now. Deep!"

When he finished speaking, he raised his cheeks and opened his mouth to the point of tearing.

Rusty!

The next moment, tentacles formed by black inflammation spread out from the mouth, like a blooming octopus.

They consciously pounced on Maia, a ranking god, at extremely fast speeds and at tricky angles. In the blink of an eye, half of Maia were entangled. After that, what Manwe thought did not happen.

These black flame tentacles did not kill Maiya, but tightly entangled their torsos and limbs, leaving deep marks, and there were signs of penetrating into the skin.

Seeing this, Manwe and others immediately understood.

"Stop him quickly!" Varda shouted anxiously.

"The chilling wind kills!" Manwe shouted angrily, shooting out countless magical wind spears, scattering one by one to cut off the tentacles.

The God of Hades and the God of Hunting tried to take advantage of the opportunity to attack, but were held back by several goddesses. However, judging from their struggling appearance, it was obvious that they could not hold on for long.

"Roar!"

The unstoppable Doomsday Dragons spewed black flames at Manwe, forming a terrifying black waterfall that almost drowned Manwe.

But it's still a step too late.

Although Manwë tried his best to stop it, Morgoth still used the Fire of Annihilation to control two-thirds of Maia!

The remaining lucky ones quickly gathered together with the main gods in panic.

Almost instantly, the even battle situation was broken, and the scale of victory tipped towards one side.

"Manwë, we may have to make a difficult decision." Varda frowned and said.

"I understand," Manwë said solemnly, "Aulë, follow my command, we will cover you later."

The three of them use soul communication without external sounds, and the gods of inspiration and so on can also hear it.

In this way, the gods fell into a siege by their own people, while Morgoth floated in the sky leisurely and looked down. He obviously regarded himself as the chess player who was strategizing and in charge of the overall situation, and did not bother to end the game personally.

Because the gods are all transformed by the thinking, temperament, and thoughts of the Creator God, they are all full of unique personalities, which is very similar to humans.

Morgoth's evil is almost an innate factor, and he is destined to be a heretic who disobeys discipline.

If we really want to talk about the divinity of a god, perhaps only the creator god Ilúvatar fits the bill.

"You are stubborn and resisting~ Can you really kill your former compatriots~"

Morgoth looked at the grand battle of gods with amusement, but remained vigilant in his heart.

The reason why he did not participate in the war was not only self-reliance and arrogance, but also a more important reason.

That is, he does not want to waste his strength on unnecessary battles. He knows very well that Ilúvatar is witnessing all this in the eternal hall of the universe and may take action at any time, so he must retain 100% of his strength to fight against Ilúvatar. Vita.

Don’t ask where confidence comes from, asking is the flame of annihilation.

"Ilúvatar, you never took action against me in the past because you thought I was not qualified. What about now~ I look forward to fighting you. What will happen between your immortal fire and my flame of annihilation? Who is the strongest in the universe!"

Morgoth roared with resentment and unwillingness in his heart. During the years of being imprisoned in the realm of emptiness, his heart had long been distorted to the point of no outline. Under the seemingly arrogant and indifferent face, there was a hot, violent and crazy obsession.

Kill the God of Creation and become the God of Destruction that ends the old era!

Suddenly, the brow behind his helmet couldn't help but frown.

"One of the demon dragons sent to Middle-earth actually died?"

Morgoth's eyes flashed with black light, and he suddenly saw another scene that could be called a battle between gods across the endless space.

He found that he was being ravaged by a majestic three golden dragons riding on him, and the three rolling beams of thunder were like the mighty lightning wielded by Manwe, exploding into a dazzling brilliance.

Phew~

The vision went dark.

Morgoth knew that the dragon was dead.

"What is that thing? Have I ever created a giant dragon like that? And, it actually withstood my mental impact?"

Three question marks appeared in his mind, and Morgoth immediately developed curiosity and desire to conquer the present-day Middle-earth.

"Murphy, I'm looking forward to you having a fight with it." He turned his head and looked at the Demon Dragon King beside him, thinking about making Chu Xin his mount.

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But while Morgoth was thinking in a trance, thunder and lightning really rose beneath his feet.

Manwë wore a battle armor entirely condensed with thunder and lightning magic, manifesting into a thousand-meter-high golden giant. He released electric currents that covered the sky and the sun, knocking away all surrounding enemies and temporarily blocking Morgoth's vision.

When Morgoth came to the ground through the lightning, there were still more than twenty figures of the gods.

He took off his helmet, revealing a young and handsome face, but with a pair of burning black eyes, which made the painting style extremely terrifying.

"To this day, you are running away in embarrassment just like I was back then, but the world is so big, and Middle-earth will soon become my possession, and you will have nowhere to escape."

Even so, Morgoth ordered a group of gods to search everywhere.

…

The depths of the ocean beneath Aman.

Manwe and the other nine gods all looked ugly, and the dozen Maiyas behind them even looked bitter.

If it was a simple escape, there would be a high probability of being caught up and a more intense confrontation would occur. This was originally Manwe's original plan, and he would count as many as he could escape.

However, the sea god Ulmo arrived at this critical moment.

He immediately wrapped them in a magical water cover and dived into the abyss of the sea in a very stealthy manner, using the power of the sea to cover up all the breath and divine power.

After listening to the God of Inspiration telling the whole story, the usually withdrawn Poseidon couldn't help but show anger.

Although he seems to be a loner, he is actually a warm-hearted and good man. Hearing that one of his sisters, the goddess of flowers, died tragically at the hands of Morgoth, still caused huge emotional fluctuations and almost caused a tsunami.

"This is my home ground. Even Morgoth will never dare to come down easily," Poseidon said calmly, "But to be on the safe side, we will stay here for a few days until they relax their search before leaving."

He transformed into a vicissitudes of life middle-aged uncle, his deep eyes made him look very melancholy, his stubble-covered butt and chin looked a bit sexy, his black hair was draped wetly on his broad shoulders, and his naked upper body It has well-proportioned muscle lines and a large number of dark green scales on its skin, which are actually armor growing on the body surface.

In fact, as early as the War of Wrath, the human image of Poseidon was a majestic old man dozens of meters tall, wearing a black foam feather crown and a tight-fitting fish scale armor. The moment he appeared on the scene, he could scare humans out of their wits.

Maybe he was tired of that image after staying home for too long.

Moreover, the Poseidon who is far away from Aman has an extraordinary status among the gods. He is not only Manwë’s best friend, but his power is second only to Manwë and Varda. He has a higher authority than the God of Earth and the God of Inspiration. right to speak.

Compared with the indifferent attitude of most protoss towards Middle-earth, Poseidon will occasionally appear in a dangerous sea area to help ships threatened by violent storms escape, or to eradicate dark creatures that harm a certain bay.

"Will He take action in this matter?" The Plant Goddess asked confusedly.

"It is the safest situation that He has not taken action. Believe in Him and believe in ourselves." As the elder sister, Varda gently stroked the head of the plant goddess and said softly like a child.

"Can Ilmari be contacted?" Manwë asked.

Varda shook her head, "I don't dare to use magic at will. There is a high probability that Morgoth will detect it. Alas, I hope Irmari will not come back. In fact, I am very worried about Middle-earth."

Manwë said with relief: "Although there are cracks in Middle-earth, the main force of Morgoth must be concentrated in Aman. With Orolin and Ilmari sitting in charge, the situation will not be too bad."

The Orolin in his mouth was Gandalf's real name as Maia.

In this way, the difficult few days passed.

"Morgoth's dragons have finally subsided, and it's time for us to leave. We must go to Middle-earth early and unite all ethnic groups to prepare for the war." The God of Inspiration said, looking up at the sky.

"Wait, that's it?" Manwë whispered.

Everyone looked around and saw a ray of sunshine speeding from the east, hovering over the outside world of Aman.

Varda's pupils trembled, and her face showed panic, "Ilmari~"

Then, they saw Chief Maia Ionwë appear again. Before they could even exchange a few words, Ionwë attacked and killed the unsuspecting Ilmari.

"No~~~"

Varda leaned over sadly, her reason telling her that she must not be driven by anger. The two emotions collided with each other, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

Although the relationship between the two is master and servant, Irmari was trained by her and is undoubtedly her beloved student. When there are no outsiders, the two of them are more like best friends confiding little secrets to each other, and their relationship is deep.

Watching her student and friend being killed by her own people, Varda was extremely sad.

The souls of the gods are connected to the world and will die but are immortal.

But once the core is destroyed, the protoss will wander in the mezzanine of the world. If they want to be resurrected, they need to go through many catastrophes and take a long time. Even if they are reborn, they may lose their memory.

It is even more difficult to destroy the core. After all, the only way to deal with Morgoth was to exile him.

What makes the gods feel chilled in their hearts is Morgoth's Flame of Annihilation, which is full of destructive power. The key is that the gods and the Doomsday Dragon controlled by him also control part of the Flame of Annihilation!

"Is it true that as Morgoth said, the fire of annihilation restrains the eternal fire?" The God of Inspiration murmured to himself with palpitations.

"Um?"

Manwe paid attention to another detail.

That's when Irmari dissipated, and the golden book also magically turned into fragments.

Logically speaking, it is a foreign object, how could it disappear together?

Unless it was taken back by Him! (End of chapter)