A Slip of the Hand

The "Bad Luck" skill took effect very quickly. Sauron clashed with the two old men using their ultimate moves, but was forced to retreat step by step, stepping on two long swords and slipping...

With a bang, he shattered the two long swords under his foot and stood firmly on his feet!

Sauron is Maiar, a necromancer who leaves warriors with nowhere to run. His reaction speed is so fast and his explosive power so strong that he would never slip and fall.

Not even twice!

Misfortune struck, Sauron's luck was comparable to that of a spearman, and the following scenes consisted of him constantly slipping, repeatedly shattering his longswords to regain his footing. Finally, he exerted too much force, lost his footing, and sank into a crevice in the ground.

This crack in the ground was left by him when he was showing off. Little did he know that the hole he dug himself would fill him up.

"..."

Sauron was speechless. He raised his longsword to block in front of him, his whole body enveloped in black mist. Gandalf and Saruman pressed him firmly into the crack in the ground, making it difficult for him to move even slightly.

Possessing the One Ring, Sauron faced off against two white-robed figures with ease. After a short while, Gandalf was sweating profusely and his steps became unsteady. He had exhausted Sauron's strength by suppressing him with all his might, and he felt as if his body had been hollowed out.

Light is fleeting, darkness is Eternity!

Sauron sneered, brandishing his longsword to deflect the waning power of light. A black hurricane swept across the area, causing Saruman's Bone Dragon form to stagger.

"Look at the soap!"

Russell roared, sending a chill down the spines of Gandalf and Saruman. With all his might, he threw the Sterilizing Soap at Sauron.

A white light shot straight at his face, and Sauron dodged to the side. Putting aside the fact that one shouldn't catch flying objects carelessly, the panicked expressions of Gandalf and Saruman alone indicated the level of danger.

Snap!

The Sterilizing Soap landed and slid a long way forward. Without saying a word, Sauron threw away his sword and turned to pounce on the Sterilizing Soap.

Gandalf and Saruman followed closely behind, and when they saw Sauron holding the soap in his hands with his back to them, they were overjoyed.

When it comes to picking up the soap, they were far more experienced Sauron, knowing full well that the person who picks up the soap will be in a frozen state for a period of time. In this state, they will endure all the attacks without ever retaliating...

The two accelerated and rushed behind Sauron. The stunned state lasted only a short time. If they didn't kill Sauron, they would be in trouble next round.

Gandalf roared, mustered all his strength, activated his Illumination Spell, and pierced Sauron's head with his staff, proving with brute force that Deadman without a spearhead.

Saruman scoffed inwardly. Gandalf was indeed incredibly foolish; Sauron was Immortal Body, and he couldn't be killed even if Sauron was stabbed a hundred times. A red light flashed in his eyes as he swung his claws to tear at the arm on which Sauron wore the One Ring.

Sizzle!

Sparks flew across the sky, but Sauron's armor remained unharmed; instead, Saruman's claws broke off.

"How is that possible?"

"Madness!"

Gandalf glanced at Saruman with disdain. "You conceited fool, Sauron was defeated last time because his armor wasn't strong enough. How could he possibly fall into the same trap twice?"

After scorning Saruman, he gripped his staff with both hands and twisted it hard. Then he opened the Crystal and, like a priest exorcising a demon with Holy Water, poured all the Light of Eärendil onto Sauron.

At the same time, the Illumination Spell erupted again, exploding within Sauron's spirit body.

Buzzing!

"Ah..."

Amidst Sauron's agonizing screams, light filled the interior of the armor, with rays of light shooting outwards through the gaps in the armor. His spirit was gradually worn away, and his entire body shone into a ball of light.

Three seconds later, the paralysis ended, and Sauron screamed as he raised the Sterilizing Soap, intending to throw it behind him. Maiar's wisdom was not to be underestimated; Sauron, having learned his lesson, quickly realized that he was holding a divine artifact.

Biu~~~

His hand slipped, and the Sterilizing Soap landed on Sauron's helmet before slowly descending to the ground.

The effects of bad luck are still there!

Gandalf and Saruman looked horrified, their eyes following the Sterilizing Soap. The next second, the familiar scene reappeared: an arm reached out from the ground and grabbed the Sterilizing Soap.

Seeing this, the two old men's smiles gradually turned mad. Saruman stretched out his dragon claws and pinned Sauron to the ground, while Gandalf continued to cast the Illumination Spell.

This is the best opportunity; even if we can't kill Sauron, we can at least severely injure him.

Russell, having recovered from his stunned state, stored his powerful weapon in his Space Ring, emerged from the ground with a sword and a dagger, and began hacking wildly at Sauron.

Jingle bells!

Sparks flew from Sauron's armor. When Russell saw that the Adamantium Blade couldn't penetrate the armor, but the Holy Sword could cleave through the turtle shell, he decisively put away the Adamantium Blade and gripped the Holy Sword with both hands, unleashing a frenzied barrage of attacks.

In terms of sharpness, the Holy Sword 'Flame of the West' is no match for the Adamantium Blade, but this sword once defeated Sauron, making it his nemesis.

Russell didn't foolishly behead Sauron; instead, each strike landed on the arm wearing the One Ring, and gradually, the Holy Sword chipped and cracked.

He silently apologized to Aragorn, then switched sides and continued chopping.

Ding ding... Clang!

With a sharp crack, the Holy Sword snapped in two, and Sauron's wrist, on which he wore the One Ring, was also severed. In an instant, his body ceased its struggle, and a cloud of black mist swept up the One Ring and fled into Mordor.

"Chase!" X3

Russell leaped onto the Bone Dragon's back, and Saruman flapped his wings, pushing his speed to the limit as he chased after the distant black mist. Whether this slacker could turn his life around and regain the favor of the big boss depended on his performance today.

"Roar roar roar————"

Bone Dragon streaked across the sky, casting a black curtain in its wake. Saruman growled softly as they drew ever closer to the black mist ahead. The pursuit intensified, and a colossal, imposing city came into view.

Barad-dûr!

Layer upon layer of city walls stood side by side, moats crisscrossed the city, steel towers rose high, pierced with sharp spikes like swords, and the power of darkness filled the air.

This is Barad-dûr Fortress, the stronghold of the Lord Sauron, built with the power of the One Ring, and is the most terrifying fortress in Middle-earth.

The black mist rushed into Barad-dûr Fortress, its speed more than doubling. Saruman was blocked by the Black Light Curtain, and in a fit of rage, he swung his claws and tore it apart, watching helplessly the One Ring disappeared into the fortress.

"We've found Sauron. His spirit is wounded. If we don't kill him now, we'll never have another chance," Gandalf said decisively.

Russell looked down at the vast fortress city, his brow furrowed. It was too big; finding the One Ring in a haystack.

Rumble!!

Suddenly, an anomaly occurred. Barad-dûr Fortress shook violently, the city walls and towers collapsed, a large hill rose from the ground, and a black shadow over a kilometer long burst forth from the earth, lashing fiercely at Saruman's Bone Dragon body.

Crack!

The Bone Dragon shattered into several pieces, transforming into a shooting star that soared high into the sky. Before it could be fully repaired, it was struck by a shadow falling from the sky and crashed heavily to the ground.

Gandalf climbed out of the pit and used the Illumination Spell to heal himself and Russell. Saruman was left to his own devices; the Bone Dragon possessed a surge of dark Magic Power, and using the Illumination Spell to save him was tantamount to killing him.

Saruman lay prostrate on the ground, the red light in his eyes flickering, and stammered, "Ancalagon... that's Ancalagon..."

"Impossible, he's dead. He died in the First Age." Gandalf's eyes widened. "The mountain where his body fell also vanished along with the entire continent in the War of Wrath... Sauron couldn't possibly find him..."

Russell: Who is it?

"Grey Robe fool, Sauron certainly doesn't have the ability, but that man can..." Saruman couldn't hide his fear as he mentioned the taboo name. "Sauron's master, Morgoth!"

Russell: Ah!?