The darkness retreated, and the flames surged once again, spreading fiercely and even burning into the cave tunnels leading to the underworld.
That was nothing. At that moment, a series of magic arrays appeared on his head one after another, and suddenly, five hundred large meteorites appeared in the sky and began to rush towards Angraband at the same time.
"Starfall of the Divine · Five Hundred Consecutive Explosions!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A series of earth-shattering sounds rang out, and the three races' vast army outside the battlefield felt as if the ground was shaking and tearing apart.
After they regained their balance, they found that Mount Angraband had disappeared completely, leaving behind a massive, bottomless abyss leading deep into the earth.
"Super Magic · Elven Radiance · Five Hundred Consecutive Shots!"
George, who had returned to the sky above the three-race coalition, lit hundreds of magic arrays on his head once again.
Light beams as thick as the bottomless abyss, crashed in succession.
Light power has a strong restraining effect on Orcs and Morgoth.
Therefore, without the barrier of Mount Angraband, the most efficient magic is the light-based super magic that primarily focuses on annihilation.
As he has strong magic power and a fast return rate, and he also has consuming magic and the six treasures of Xianzui, he can continuously release Elven Radiance without interruption.
"It's too savage!"
The three-race army surrounding watched as Mount Angraband disappeared, and one after another beams of light continuously crashed into Morgoth's lair. The original cries of agony faded away.
They all let out a collective gasp of the same awe.
Frankly speaking, they all felt a sense of confusion at that moment.
It seemed that attacking Angraband and defeating Morgoth only required George, completely without their help.
It felt as though all their efforts, the preparation for so long, and their determination to fight to the death, were all for naught. It seemed they had overestimated themselves.
From start to finish, they were just supporting characters, mere sidekicks, and George was the only one who could truly be the protagonist.
If it's true, is that a bad thing?
Of course not; for everyone involved, this is a good thing.
Because no matter what kind of war it is, whether it's defending one's homeland or expanding territories, despite the passionate and exciting facade, the true underpinning is always cruel.
If the three-race army were the main characters in this, even if they were to win in the end, most of the warriors from the three races would have to sacrifice themselves.
These warriors who sacrificed themselves, some were fathers, some were sons, some were husbands, and some had multiple roles.
Some said that war was ultimately a reconciliation between political factions, generals rising to higher ranks, and merchants making a fortune, leaving behind only broken homes and disabled veterans.
In the wars of this world, although it's not entirely applicable, the last point still rings true.
So if one could be a bystander and watch the war from afar, it could end the conflict. It is believed that almost everyone would be willing to do this, and even more so for their families.
In fact, what they didn't know was that when George decided to attack Morgoth, he had already set out with the premise that he could handle the entire Angraband on his own.
To him, placing hope on others was unreliable.
So in this battle, the three-race army was just a backup for him as a precaution.
If there were no unexpected incidents, then he could destroy the entire Angraband and defeat Morgoth on his own.
In case of any unforeseen incidents, the three-race army would join in to provide some assistance.
However, it seems that the current situation should not pose much of a problem.
After all, with this operation, it's likely that there would be no more Orcs left alive in the cavern except for Morgoth.
"Little humans, this is too much to ask!"
As the 365th beam of light crashed down, the deep abyss of the cave finally echoed with Morgoth's suppressed rage.
Meanwhile, a figure in black magic armor and holding a magic sword also emerged from the cavern.
Originally, he had no intention of coming out, even though Mount Angraband was shattered and the Orc army in the abyss was purified by the light magic.
Because most of his power was tearing apart the continent, if he left the cave, his abilities would be limited, and it's uncertain whether he could defeat the human up above.
Besides, there were the forces of the three races waiting, not just that one human.
At first, he indeed underestimated that human. He hadn't expected that a mere human could wield magic to such an extent, shattering all of Angraband.
His thoughts were, since things had come to this point, he should bear it for a while.
If the opponent came here with their large army to fight him to the death, he could unleash one hundred percent of his strength, surely annihilating them all.
Alternatively, if the opponent gave up, setting up a base around Angraband as before, but with a slightly closer defense line.
In this case, he would continue to accumulate strength in the deep abyss of the cave, slowly creating new soldiers.
While humans have a limited lifespan, wait two or three hundred years, and the human mage died. He would have another chance to lead the newly manufactured army in a counterattack, conquering the continent again.
Being bombarded with magic at one's lair all the time, as the strongest of the Valar, might be a bit embarrassing and feel somewhat constrained.
But he doesn't particularly care about these things. Compared to being imprisoned in Valinor, this is nothing.
What he cares about is the result, about finally ruling over the entire Middle-earth continent, turning this place into his domain.
By then, he wouldn't be afraid of even Ilúvatar or the other Valar. The Valar in his eyes would be mere jumping clowns.
However, the situation turned out to be somewhat beyond his expectations.
The power of the light magic was not just released five or ten times, nor ten or twenty times, but a full three hundred times, and there was no sign of stopping.
Even if he could retrieve some of the dark powers that were eroding the continent to build a defense, he couldn't withstand this continuous bombardment.
When his power was completely exhausted, it would be a big problem then.
After a fierce battle in his mind, he decided to temporarily withdraw all the dark powers that were eroding the Middle-earth continent, and rush up to quickly deal with that human magic user.
Staying here as a moving target and being drained, his power would eventually be depleted. Then that human mage would lead the three-race army to surround and beat him. Escape would be difficult.
It's better to go up and solve the human mage as quickly as possible, kill the three-race army while he's at it, and then come back immediately to reinject his power into the earth.
Doing so would result in a significant reduction of the land that was being eroded, extending the time it takes to erode the entire Middle-earth continent, but at least it would solve this crisis.
And the bodies of that human mage and the three-race coalition, he could use dark magic to absorb, turning them into new soldiers for his own use.
Without needing a hundred years, a new army would surge out from the abyss, obliterating the remaining three races outside.
Therefore, he emerged, carrying all his power with him, dodging the beams of Elven light, transforming into a towering giant, and striking directly at George's dragon's head.
