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Unfortunately, imagination was beautiful, but reality proved brutally harsh.
Just as Morgoth surged forward, wreathed in overwhelming darkness, preparing to cleave George in half with his demonic blade, the dragon-faced George revealed a grin of pure delight.
"After all this ti… I've finally forced you out!"
With a thunderous clap, his dragon claws snapped together, catching Morgoth's sword mid-swing — an empty claw intercepting a real blade. Before Morgoth could react, George unleashed both his Devouring Magic and Qi Source Flow simultaneously.
Morgoth imdiately felt a large portion of the dark power clinging to his demonic sword being forcibly dispersed.
Seizing the brief mont of confusion, George tore open the entrance to his small world and sucked Morgoth straight inside.
If Morgoth truly intended to flee in earnest, it would have been troubleso. But once captured within George's personal realm, escape would not co so easily.
"What—!? Where is this place?"
The mont Morgoth entered George's world, he sensed sothing was amiss.
He, one of those who had helped Eru Ilúvatar craft the very fabric of the universe, was intimately familiar with the laws of Arda and Middle-earth.
But this place was not Middle-earth. It was a world George had cobbled together — forged by piecing together fragnts of laws from countless realms. Naturally, it bore many differences.
"World Seal — Chains of Heaven!"
Before Morgoth could swing his sword to tear open space and escape, George entered the world as well and imdiately launched his assault.
In an instant, countless golden chains covered in runes erupted from every direction, binding Morgoth tightly.
It was a modified version of Gilgash's "Chains of Heaven," adapted into a world-level sealing tool.
The original Chains of Heaven already possessed divine suppression power. But George had further engraved sealing spells from multiple worlds upon it, multiplying its potency several tis over.
"My power… it's being suppressed!"
Bound by the chains, Morgoth's eyes widened in alarm as he realized his strength had been cut to less than half.
"Demonic Sword — Slash!"
Without hesitation, he poured most of his remaining power into his weapon.
But rather than hacking at the chains or George himself, he struck at the very fabric of space before him.
This alien world was suppressing him greatly. If he wanted to win, he had to escape first — return to Middle-earth and continue the battle there.
But George would never allow him to flee.
His small world was still incomplete; a single powerful blow from Morgoth could indeed rupture it.
"Oath—Sword of Promised Victory!"
With a grin, George summoned Excalibur, a perfect copy from his Unlimited Blade Works. Raising it high, he unleashed a strike of radiant light toward Morgoth.
He didn't target the sword but instead struck directly at Morgoth's body — a flanking move to break the enemy's formation by attacking their core.
Bound by the Chains of Heaven, Morgoth had no way to dodge. He could either retract his sword to block or take the attack head-on.
Of course, the Sword of Separation of Heaven and Earth would have been far more powerful, potentially ending the fight instantly — but George had yet to fully analyze it. It would take ti before he could reproduce that blade.
Even so, Excalibur was no weak weapon. Being of pure light, it was inherently powerful against beings like Morgoth — and George's version, infused with his full might, far outshone Artoria's original.
"Damn it!"
Sensing the terrifying energy gathering around George's blade, Morgoth's face twisted. He hastily withdrew his sword to defend himself.
If he took that strike with his body, he might not die outright — but the injury would cripple him.
And if his wounds grew too severe, breaking free from the chains would be impossible.
Even if he escaped, he would be too weak to defeat this monstrous human mage — not to ntion the three allied armies still waiting outside, hungry for his demise.
"Could this… be the potential of mankind?"
For as long as he had lived, Morgoth had looked down upon humans.
Eru Ilúvatar had created two races — Elves and n.
He had witnessed the Elves' brilliance firsthand, especially the Vanyar blessed by the Holy Trees — so nearly rivaled the Valar themselves.
Humans, however, had always seed pitifully weak: short-lived, fragile, and less enduring than even Aulë's Dwarves.
But today, he realized how wrong he had been.
The human before him wielded power not inferior to his own peak.
"I am the master of Arda's fate, the ruler of all creation! How could I possibly lose to a re human?!"
The radiance of the Oath-Sword blazed brighter, forcing Morgoth back as the light burned against his darkness. For the first ti in eons, he felt true fear — fear for his life.
With a roar, he released all of his divine power.
His body swelled into a colossal giant that filled the heavens, the shockwave shattering the Chains of Heaven.
He swung his imnse demonic sword, releasing a tide of black power that clashed against Excalibur's radiant wave, the two forces canceling one another out.
Morgoth's gaze hardened — he understood clearly now. If he didn't kill this human, he would never escape this realm alive.
"Then co!"
George bellowed, transforming into his largest dragon form, diving headlong into brutal lee combat.
At the sa ti, he manipulated the laws of the world to further suppress Morgoth's strength.
Thunder, storm, lightning, and all elents of magic rained down upon the dark god relentlessly.
Ti Stoppage, Spatial Severance, Emotional Corruption, Holy Light Overload, ntal Domination — countless forms of magic continuously disrupted Morgoth, preventing him from unleashing his full might.
"Hmph! Is this all you have? You can't kill like this. Your world won't last much longer under such strain!"
Morgoth's voice thundered across the skies. "Human, ally with . With your power, together we could rule Middle-earth! I'll share half the world with you — anything you desire could be yours!"
As a Valar who had helped shape creation itself, Morgoth's power was imasurable. His resistances against all magic were formidable.
Yet George's attacks were overwhelming in both variety and intensity. Even if each spell only slightly hard him, the accumulated effects were agonizing.
Add to that the ceaseless physical combat, the world's law suppression, and the ever-returning Chains of Heaven — Morgoth found himself truly cornered.
For the first ti, he began to sense the possibility of death. Thus, he turned to his final weapon — psychic corruption.
He poured his vast spiritual power into a wave of temptation, attempting to sway George's mind.
He was a master of this art — Gothmog, Sauron, even the Balrogs had all fallen to his corruptive influence once.
"Trying to charm ? Courting death!"
Feeling the invasive surge of spiritual energy, George smirked. He knew instantly — the mont to end this battle had arrived.
"Spirit Unification!"
He fused the ntal power of all his incarnations across worlds into his current self. The surge of energy not only shattered Morgoth's intrusion but violently reversed it, tearing into the dark god's very soul.
Morgoth's body froze for an instant—
And that brief mont of stillness marked the beginning of his end.
(End of Chapter)
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