Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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The Guardian Spirit Panda transformed into a streak of white light and soared toward Finrod, who was riding a galloping elk.

"Your Highness, please stop! There's an ambush ahead!"

"Stop!"

Seeing a glowing panda suddenly appear in front of him, Finrod immediately reined in his elk. The elven army behind him followed suit, coming to a halt.

"What are you? And what do you mean by an ambush ahead?"

"Your Highness, I am Aiwen George of the Beor family. Morgoth's army is attacking Gorgoroth, and I have come under the orders of the Second and Third Princes to deliver this urgent message.

Sauron has already led an army of orcs into an ambush ahead. Please do not advance any further."

George relayed his message through the panda.

The Guardian Spirit not only repelled dark creatures but also allowed for long-distance communication.

"The Beor family's humans?"

Finrod eyed the glowing panda with suspicion.

He had personally led the Beor family to settle in his younger brothers' lands, but they certainly didn't look like this.

"Oh, this is a communication spell I cast. My real body is in the air, preparing to unleash a large-scale lightning spell.

Once the spell lands, the orcs will be exposed and unable to hide. That will be your chance to strike!"

Sensing Finrod's doubts, George quickly explained.

Finrod turned his gaze toward the sky, where dark clouds had begun to gather, crackling with unnatural lightning.

He started to believe George's words.

The energy emanating from the panda felt akin to light magic—something Morgoth's minions could never possess.

Besides, waiting a moment posed no real harm. If the canyon truly concealed Sauron's ambush, charging in blindly would be far too reckless.

"Prepare your bows!"

At Finrod's command, the elves swiftly retrieved their elegant, enchanted longbows and drew their magical arrows, waiting in anticipation.

Elves were born archers, especially the Light Elves. Even the mighty dragon Glaurung, with its impenetrable scales, feared the piercing volleys of an elven army.

"It's coming!"

As the panda's voice rang out, George completed his six-minute incantation. A downpour of lightning bolts crashed into the canyon below, striking the concealed orcs.

The sheer number of orcs was overwhelming. There was no need to aim—lightning struck indiscriminately.

"Arghhh!"

As the lightning storm rained down, agonized screams erupted throughout the canyon.

Hearing the orcs' wails, Finrod no longer had any doubts. He immediately ordered:

"Target the canyon—fire!"

The elves loosed their first wave of arrows.

Before the first volley even landed, the second wave followed, then the third.

Archery was no simple task. It required not only accuracy but also immense strength.

In normal warfare, archers would take turns firing to avoid exhaustion.

But these Light Elves were on another level. They needed no rotations—each one fired arrows like a relentless war machine.

Before the first wave had even struck, the eighth volley was already in the air.

In a single breath, two thousand elves unleashed sixteen thousand arrows.

It was no wonder Morgoth's vast orc armies had been besieged in Angband for centuries.

Before the orcs could even reach the elven front lines, at least half of them were already dead.

And the Light Elves were not just archers—their melee skills were formidable as well.

Warriors like Fëanor and Fingolfin were powerful enough to exchange blows with Morgoth himself, and single-handedly slaying Balrogs was no impossible feat for them.

George couldn't help but think—had it not been for Sauron's ambush, Finrod's army might not have won, but they could have at least retreated safely.

As the endless rain of arrows fell, the canyon echoed with the increasing wails of dying orcs.

The lightning that George summoned only paralyzed the orcs—it wasn't lethal. But the enchanted arrows of the Light Elves? Those pierced straight through, cold and merciless.

"Charge! Charge now!"

Sauron erupted with dark energy, repelling the lightning and arrows around him. As he looked at the countless fallen orcs, his face twisted with rage—he was livid.

He had planned an ambush, only to be ambushed himself.

If they didn't break through the lightning's range and engage the elves in close combat soon, the entire orc army would be slaughtered by their relentless arrow barrage.

The horn of the charge blared. A sea of orcs surged out of the canyon, launching a full assault against the elven army.

Seeing the orcs break free, Finrod unsheathed his elven longsword and led the charge atop his elk.

Behind him, the Light Elves elegantly stowed their bows and drew their enchanted swords, following in formation.

As the two sides clashed, the battlefield became a gruesome meat grinder—blood and flesh flew in all directions as the brutal melee began.

"I want to see who dares interfere with my plans."

Sauron did not immediately join the battle. Instead, he lifted his hand and traced a mark upon his brow.

"Open Eye!"

A smaller, horizontal version of Sauron's Eye manifested at the center of his forehead.

"A mere human dares to meddle? You must have a death wish."

He had finally pinpointed the source of the lightning spell—a human hovering in the sky.

Fury ignited within him. Drawing his dark sword, he shot into the air, charging straight at George.

Humans—though the second race created by Eru Ilúvatar—were utterly insignificant compared to elves. To Sauron, they were even lower than orcs, nothing more than insects.

And now, an insect had dared to disrupt his plans.

Unforgivable.

"So, this is Sauron? He looks nothing like the movies."

George immediately noticed Sauron charging toward him.

At this time, Sauron had yet to forge the One Ring. His power, though formidable, was nowhere near his peak in the Second Age. But his appearance was still intact—far from the monstrous figure most imagined.

In fact, he was breathtakingly handsome. More so than even the Second and Third Princes George had seen before.

"Railgun!"

Without hesitation, George fired a Railgun blast straight at Sauron.

But Sauron was one of the mightiest of the Maiar. With a single swing of his sword, he split the electromagnetic projectile in two, effortlessly deflecting it.

"Not easy to deal with, huh?"

Sauron's speed didn't falter. In the blink of an eye, he was nearly upon George.

George had no intention of engaging in close combat with a monster like Sauron. A single mistake could mean instant death.

"Apparate!"

He teleported instantly, reappearing on the ground.

Then, unleashing his electromagnetic power, he roared:

"Thunder Giant!"

Under the pull of his electromagnetic field, the sand, stones, and metal scattered across the battlefield rapidly merged, forming a towering thunder-infused colossus dozens of meters high.

"Thunder Infusion!"

The storm clouds above ceased their assault on the orcs, instead funneling all their lightning into the Thunder Giant.

The construct swelled in size, expanding from dozens of meters to over two hundred meters tall.

As it took its first step, countless orcs were crushed beneath its massive foot.

George, standing within its core, directed the giant's outstretched hand toward the airborne Sauron.

"Eat this—Ultimate Railgun!"

(End of Chapter)