Dozens of robotic arms stretched out of the ship's weapon slots like spider steps, firmly grasping the end of the tungsten rod with triangular pincers, and aligning them at the Azure Planet below.

As the ticking computer command sounded, the pliers were released, allowing the small auxiliary rocket at the end of the tungsten rod to eject flames.

In the hexagonal notch in the tail of the rocket, the liquid fuel burns slowly, blooming a brilliant red beyond the curved skyline, contrasting with the pitch-black deep sky behind it.

The gravitational effect of the planet unmistakably pulls the tungsten rod downward, and the increasingly dense air rubs violently against its surface, and the particles tremble in the heat and burn red.

There was a clamour, and the rod of God swept through the world.

"Mom, look, that's a shooting star!"

In the inner city of Minas Tirith, a little girl in patched clothes stared at the narrow, dark iron railing window with large watery eyes.

"Lillian, come back. ”

The girl's mother rushed over and took her into her arms.

The clamor of war outside the city had not been heard for a long time, and the civilians huddled in the inner city had not heard the sound of cannons, gunfire, or even the gruff roars of the orc soldiers.

There was only the deathly silence, like eternal night.

They can only wait, like lowly rats in the sewers, stooping to the dark, damp burrows waiting for the crisis to pass.

"Meteor... Can I make a wish? Mom. ”

The little girl hugged her mother's arm, buried her head deep in the soft blonde hair that gave her an incomparable sense of security, felt the warm and sweet embrace, and whispered.

The mother was slightly stunned, and a smile forced into the corner of her mouth, "Hmm." ”

The little girl smiled, and the tip of her nose stained with a little black ash was like a little fox. She closed her eyes, and the two fleshy little hands joined together reverently,

"I hope Dad can come back safely, I hope I can eat wheat bread tomorrow, I hope I don't lose teeth again, I hope those bad people are driven away, I hope..."

The mother rubbed her daughter's small mouth with her cheek with pity, "Silly child, why do you make so many wishes?"

"Because there are many, many meteors. ”

The little girl replied as she should.

A full thirty tungsten rods screamed towards the Mordor army, and all orcs, giant mammoths, and wandering tribes all raised their heads and watched the catastrophe befall in a daze.

Sauron immediately withdrew his Divine Consciousness from the Witch King of Angmar's body, and with him, he drained all the energy of the Ringwraithmann Knight, and returned to the Evil Tower of Doom Volcano, where the Giant Demon Eye hung high.

The One Ring hasn't been reforged yet, but the Lord can't care about that much, he has abandoned his army, drained the Ring, and even devoured the power stored in the One Ring.

It's not enough, it's not enough to completely break free from the confines of the Evil Black Tower.

The big eyes that burned with raging demonic flames trembled violently, and the energy drawn from the world source sea surged into Sauron's body, and in an instant, a pure black humanoid body had been constructed.

Sauron's hands were sflat, his long, inky wings slammed behind him, and the air was corroded by a huge amount of magic and crackled.

He let out a long roar and pulled out a broken sword from nothingness, which was his credential as a god, the dependence of divine power,

The long sword was infused with majestic power, so that the energy like an abyss and a sea escaped from both sides of the sword body, flattening the huge mountain rock that protruded a hundred meters away.

Sauron resolutely swung his sword, and the towering evil tower shattered directly into powder, and the stones were annihilated and reduced to nothingness before they could fall to the ground.

A full thirty rods of God finally fell on top of his head.

The micro calculator loaded in the tungsten rod clearly calculates the air resistance, atmospheric humidity, temperature and many other factors, and balances the tungsten rod through the tail to accurately strike the demon lord.

Can't avoid, can't hide, can't retreat, only the first war can have life.

Demon Lord Sauron shook his wings, a violent sonic boom came out from his feet, and the air was visibly blasted out of milky white ripples, and he wielded the long sword, and the inky magic extended from the tip of the sword, spanning thousands of miles, piercing the sky,

The clouds were shattered, and the heavens and the earth suddenly opened up, revealing the half-moon that stood high above all beings, and thirty scepters that shimmered with fire.

Sauron remembered a lot as he swung his sword, and he remembered the people and things he saw a long time ago, when he was walking in the world.

He remembered the blonde hair that blew through him, the bagpipes that sounded in the valley, the dancing hand in hand with the peasants around the campfire, the believers who prayed to him in the stormy seas, the smiling shepherdessman buried deep in the corner of his memory.

"Is that me?"

The Demon Lord swung his sword and slashed through one tungsten rod after another, and the channel connecting the source sea seemed to have been exhausted, and it was bitter and silent.

"Who am I?"

Puzzled, the Demon Lord slammed his fist diagonally into the center of the tungsten rod, allowing it to fly sideways, digging deep into the rock formation, rising a terrifyingly shaped mushroom cloud.

"I'm Sauron. ”

The tungsten rod pierced through his armor, and the wound erupted with boundless ink, outlining a picture of the God of Slaughter between heaven and earth.

One by one, the Scepter of God scrambled to cut through the body of the Demon Lord, and with its majestic kinetic energy, it nailed him into the dust.

A deafening loud bang echoed through the Doomsday Volcano, scorching magma gushing from cracks in the earth, and the smell of sulfur seeped into the four fields.

When the dust cleared with the gale, Sauron lay in a sinkhole made of tungsten rods, ironically.

The demon king's armor was shattered, and the original reckless and majestic helmet was cracked, and the long sword was inserted aside, eclipsed, and lost its glory.

The inky magic gradually rises, then dissipates again, the essence of the gods has been shattered, and the demon king who relied on it is dying.

He leaned hard against the rock and half-sat up, ignoring the fading of the fire burning in the open opening in his chest, raised his hands and stared at them in a daze.

Suddenly, he took off his helmet, and through the reflection on the long sword, he saw a delicate blonde young man's face.

However, Sauron's crimson pupils burned with flames, and the flames were stained with a few black silk threads that were entrenched and twisted, fangs and claws.

Why did Malko betray the gods, why did Sauron himself sink into power, why did he connect to the world's source sea at this time,

All the mysteries have been solved,

Stunned, frightened, angry, disgusted, remorseful, guilty, Sauron's face changed slightly, and he shouted to the sky:

"Wait, I see, there's a ..... hidden in the source sea"

The sound of breaking through the sky sounded again under the sky, and the last tungsten rod smashed down, drowning the Demon King's last words in the endless dust, along with his secrets.