Delivering Equipment from a Thousand Miles Away

"Frodo, hold on tight to the One Ring, and never let go."

Upon hearing Russell's instructions, Frodo. The One Ring was related to the fate of all Middle-earth, and he would not relinquish it even if he died.

Just as Frodo was about to make his vow, Russell, who was carrying him, suddenly changed his appearance. His black robe turned into a hazy shadow, and a white mask with an empty expression covered his entire face, fitting seamlessly as if it were a part of his face.

Frodo was startled by Russell's No-Face appearance, but quickly realized that it was Russell's magic.

He had heard before that Russell could transform into a dragon, and if he could transform into a dragon, it wouldn't be surprising if he transformed into other forms. He was curious about how the unknown creature Russell transformed into would break through and rush into Mount Doom.

Soon, he saw that Russell, in his Faceless Man form, used a simple and brutal attack method: eat!

"Awoo~~~"

Taking advantage of the Faceless Man's ghostly and unpredictable nature, Russell charged into the Orcs battle line, first devouring some smaller arrows and weapons, and then, after his body swelled up, began to devour the Orcs.

He charged headlong into the Mount Doom, carrying Frodo on his back and running on all fours, his massive body carving a path through it.

Arrows, swords, boulders, and rolling logs—physical attacks were ineffective against Russell. In the end, the boulders and rolling logs slammed into his dark body, slowly sinking in and becoming part of his strength.

Russell raced forward at breakneck speed, his gaping mouth pressed against the ground as he devoured swathes of Orcs before him. Like a bottomless pit, his greed was insatiable; no amount of food could satisfy him.

Gargoyles flew in to ambush Frodo, but Russell ignored them, keeping his head down and running straight toward Mount Doom. When he encountered any rocks blocking his way, he simply ate them.

Gradually, his body became bloated and deformed, his limbs became thin and long, and his body became as fat as a ball, as if he were a terrifying monster that only wanted to devour.

This scene is somewhat similar to "Delicious Planet," starting as a gray ball that gradually grows into a behemoth, eventually devouring black holes, galaxies, and ultimately the entire dark matter and the foundation of the universe.

The gargoyles made two feint attacks, but seeing that Russell ignored them, they all raised their heads and shrieked before swooping down.

Frodo frightened that he buried his head and screamed twice. He touched himself and found that he was still there. He looked up in surprise and immediately shuddered.

Hundreds of slender, swaying arms emerged from Russell's back, each pair of large hands grabbing the gargoyle and dragging it into his body. These seemingly weak and translucent arms, which could be severed with a single stroke, possessed an indescribable and terrifying power. The gargoyle struggled with all its might but could not break free, howling as it became a part of Russell, causing him to grow larger and larger.

Eat to your heart's content!

Frodo was startled. Could it be that Russell wasn't human, and this was his true appearance?

Russell was unaware of Frodo's thoughts. His body grew larger and larger with each bite, and the Orcs could no longer satisfy his appetite. The gargoyles had also become a burden. Dozens of large hands extended from behind him, waving wildly and grabbing the Winged Dragon, pulling them downwards.

"Roar roar roar————"

For a time, screams echoed across Mount Doom. Even with the orders of the Lord Sauron, the troops stationed there dared not linger. They wished they had two more legs to escape, let alone attack.

Rumble—

The enormous black creature, with its four limbs planted firmly on the ground, carved a deep trench from the foot of Mount Doom to its midsection with its gaping maw.

With its terrifying size of a hundred meters in diameter, arms that dance like demons, and boundless potential to devour everything, coupled with a chaotic power that drives people mad at the mere sight of it, it could easily pass for Old Gods.

Buzzing!

Russell's commotion was so great that it attracted the attention of the Eye of Sauron. The giant eye, which had been staring at the battlefield of the Black Gate and wishing it could chop Gandalf into mincemeat, shifted its angle and stopped on Russell and Frodo.

The enormous eyeball burned like flames, its jet-black vertical pupil shrinking to a slit; the Eye of Sauron sensed the One Ring.

Boom!!

A giant arrow shot out from the vertical pupil of the Eye of Sauron, pitch black and composed of dense dark power, representing the purest elemental attack.

Sensing the approaching danger, Russell wielded hundreds of supple, noodle-like arms, weaving them into a net to gradually deplete the elemental energy contained within the arrows.

Sizzle!

Like the sound of brocade being torn apart, hundreds of shadowy arms were ripped into pieces, and elemental arrows pinned Russell to the spot.

Russell showed no reaction. The No-Face's Character Card seemed to have no sense of pain. The biggest feeling he had after being seriously injured was... that he was a little too full.

He continued crawling forward, using both his hands and feet. His body, somewhere between reality and illusion, passed through the arrows, and after he was completely free, the torn parts slowly healed.

Russell opened his gaping maw and spat out a black, muddy substance containing hundreds of gargoyles, as well as Orcs and fragments of wood and stone. Repairing his body had consumed a great deal of his energy, leaving him unable to maintain his current size; spitting out some made him feel better.

Although he had shrunk in size, he was completely unharmed and continued charging forward without saying a word.

At this moment, Russell was only one kilometer away from the cave halfway up the mountain.

The black elemental arrows struck again. Sauron, desperate to stop Russell and Frodo, relentlessly hurled arrows at them. Compared to the first arrow, these were shorter and more powerful, yet numerous, raining down like a carpet bomb, creating an astonishingly destructive force.

Russell grabbed Frodo in his hand and used his body to shield himself from the rain of arrows. He vomited black mud while repairing his body, letting the arrows pelt him, charging forward without thinking of anything else.

800 meters... 500 meters... 200 meters... 50 meters... 10 meters...

Russell grabbed Frodo and jumped into the cave, inside Mount Doom, where Sauron forged the One Ring.

The scorching heat was like being in a steamer, the pungent smell of sulfur was nauseating, and it was filled with various Poison Gas. As a well-known tourist attraction in Middle-earth, it was somewhat unworthy of its name.

A massive stone bridge hangs suspended in mid-air, with churning, fiery red lava below. The Mount Doom has been transformed by Sauron, and apart from the stone bridge side, the other three sides have floodgates that continuously release red lava.

The mountain blocked the rain of arrows. Russell, his body like a rag doll, vomited profusely into the lava below. After regaining his footing, he stood at the end of the bridge with Frodo.

"Frodo, drop the One Ring." The Character Card was still valid, and when Russell spoke, the large mouth under the mask made Frodo's eyelids twitch.

This mouth can eat so much, and it doesn't discriminate between meat and vegetables, it eats everything!

Frodo stood by the bridge, holding the necklace; if he let go, he could end the crisis in Middle-earth, but...

His face alternated between pale and flushed, and under the influence of the One Ring, he felt an extreme reluctance to part with it.

The power of the One Ring coiled around Frodo's body, whispering in his mind and tempting him to possess it... No, the One Ring was his own, so why destroy what was rightfully his?

Frodo closed his eyes tightly, trying to dispel the evil thoughts in his mind. He knew his idea was wrong, yet it somehow made sense.

"Yes, this is my Ring of Power, why should I..."

Clang!

Russell drew his Adamantium Blade, its sharp Blade severing the necklace, and the One Ring fell straight into the lava.

Frodo: "..."

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Russell peered down, wanting to see with his own eyes that the One Ring had been destroyed, and then he saw a hand emerge from the scorching current, holding the Ring in its palm.

Russell: "..."

Damn, this is like sending equipment from a thousand miles away!