God doesn't die easily. Whether it's a god or a spellcaster as powerful as a god, they definitely have more than one ability to save their lives in desperate situations.

But there are limits.

When the purified Death Power attaches to the Slashing Immortal Blade and penetrates the heart and soul of the target when they are at their weakest. No matter how reliable the means of preserving life, it will turn into useless work at this moment.

It's dead.

Saruman is dead.

is different from the original text, because it was penetrated through the respiratory system, so the body fell silently. Zhao Yingkong's knife directly pierced Saruman's mortal body and its Maiyan essence, allowing this inferior god to obtain fatal wounds.

Screams resounded through the wilderness, mingling with roars, screams, rebukes, and complaints—the frantic cries of the ancient generations were filled with the unwillingness, resentment, and disbelief of the dying god. They turned into a gust of wind, and even the Fagon Forest, far away on the border of Isengard, a large number of trees at its edge were tilted under the wind. The thick darkness in the sky seemed to be torn apart by this invisible roar, and the pitch-black hue of the dome was slightly diminished.

- [Kill the white-robed Saruman before the Treant attack, participate in all members, and obtain 1 B-level side story, with a reward of 5,000 points.] 】

The voice of the Lord God rang out. This amount is less than that of the Firedemons in Morrell's underground.

Zhao Yingkong silently withdrew the immortal slash he was holding. In front of her, a white robe and a staff that also had a pure white hue also fell from the scattered pitch-black flames, touching the ground with a muffled sound of varying severity.

She reached out and grabbed the Wisdom Crystal, which had been carried by Saruman even when the pitch-black flames were boiling. The flames on it disintegrated and dissipated as soon as it touched her fingertips. And the battlefield outside of Isenger has returned to its initial silence.

Crimson thunder filled the entire tower.

Jiang Yu's form flashed in Saruman's place of death. Reaching out and taking the white robe and staff into his hands—he could clearly sense that there was some great power in both objects. And it can be more clearly confirmed that none of these forces can become a weight in their own hands in their own resonance and assimilation.

It is something that has a Lord—it should belong to another Maiah.

Jiang Yu's gaze met Zhao Yingkong's gaze in the obsidian tower where the flames had not yet dissipated, and half a second later, Zhao Yingkong left. Jiang Yu, on the other hand, walked to the nearest closed obsidian door, stretched out his hand, and pushed it open with little effort.

The tower is no longer ownerless - just outside the door is a vast lookout above the tower.

Jiang Yu walked at the top of the lookout, his gaze swept over the barren Issinger, and then cast himself into the distance.

'Boom-' The blocked dam was smashed open by Li Shuaixi with brute force. A majestic torrent surged down towards Isengard, which was located in the lowlands. Traces of early industry on this land will soon be wiped out by the floods. Before that, the group of wood elves in the cage had been moved to safety.

The anger of the Treants would have subsided as a result of this, if everything had gone the way it had been in the original book.

Jiang Yu's gaze was still looking into the distance—east of the Misty Mountains, where the Tower of Sauron, known as Mordor, was located. From the very beginning, he had prepared for Sauron's intention to intervene in the middle of the day and throw his power to this side, and he was not afraid to have a long-range confrontation with the dark lord who was guarding the bottom of the pass. However, until Zhao Yingkong, who was the most suitable as a bait, got the True Knowing Crystal, until everything was settled now, Jiang Yu couldn't wait for the expected collision.

It didn't come.

It wasn't dawn yet.

………………………………

Gandalf's injuries weren't serious, and after all, he was a Maia as well. Physical injuries can be healed with only a few not very expensive main god brand medicines. And the essential trauma of the soul, along with Saruman's demise, is no longer affected by this dead colleague.

He recovered quickly.

He was even able to help before Juwen could figure out how to treat the tainted Wood Elves, who had been taken captive by Saruman to Isinger to use as raw materials for the Orcs to quickly regain their self-awareness and basic mobility. and immediately fell into the fury and grief of witnessing his fellow citizens twisted under evil.

Of course, it didn't work. After all, Isengar was in ruins, and Saruman was dead.

The elves' emotions didn't last long. And when Chu Xuan walked into the obsidian tower, he counted and identified the possible gains at the same time. The elves finally quieted down, gathered together, and shared their sorrows with the elves' methods and traditions.

At this time, Gandalf, who had recovered physically and mentally, finally took steps towards the reincarnators who were counting the spoils of war in the tower - Jiang Yu was waiting for him at the base of the obsidian tower.

"No more polite words, Mr. Gandalf." Jiang Yu first accepted Gandalf's thanks, and then interrupted the ensuing greetings. He had considered using clever words to consolidate his identity as a person, but in the end, he felt that there was no need for that.

"We don't know the two blue-robed wizards, but we did come to Middle-earth with their commission to settle Sauron's problems." The logic is basically the same as Zhan Lan's, and Jiang Yu doesn't plan to add extra weight. "And our origins are more complicated. There are some things that are inconvenient to say, but I think you should be able to tell with your wisdom that we are not part of the land of Middle-earth. ”

He reached out and showed Gandalf the badge he had with him. Unlike the psychic illusion that Zhan Lan had previously created, he took the emblem of the entity in his hand and used his power to make it release a faint glow.

The badge flew in front of Gandalf.

The old wizard looked at it carefully, and it took a few seconds.

"You know me, this ......" the wizard looked away from the badge and onto the bearer.

"Jiang Yu." Jiang Yu didn't intend to hide his name, there was no need for that. "Of course, I lead a team. If you don't mind, you can also call me Captain Jiang. I do know you, one of the few wizards in Middle-earth, the vast and hospitable Gandalf in grey. Your reputation has always been loud. ”

"Ginger...... Oh, Oriental surnames. The old wizard stroked his beard, and he probably intended to pull out his pipe and smoke it. Of course, he couldn't have been so rude. "I'm sorry, old man, I'm always distracted...... Thank you for your help, and the power of light will grow again and again. Is there anything I can do for you? ”

It was so simple that it could be called a simple temptation, but it was not much out of Jiang Yu's expectations.

"The first place we arrived was Stormtop, and we knew that the One Ring had been found. And it's still in the hands of the Hobbit you've chosen to be a ring-bearer—don't worry, they're already in Rivendell when I say this, and even if it's prophesied, Sauron wouldn't have the skills to kill Rivendell and snatch it. ”

He watched Gandalf's face change for a while, and as expected, it turned into embarrassment.

“…… Oh. ”

"And we are not the only forces from outside Middle-earth. There should be several other teams besides us. I don't know exactly where they came from, and I don't know where they stand. But they are all as powerful as we are. And at the top of the storm, we fought a big battle with one of them. ”

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, it's us who wins. The vow-bearers are not in any danger, and they may not even see the battlefield we are in. And...... Well, you should know about the Ringwraith. We killed half of the Nine Rings there. Saved the poor Mr. Frodo from the frightening he was about to be...... You know he's going to get a sword there, huh? Mr. Gandalf. ”

“…………”

"But don't worry, prophecy is meant to be broken. Fate is never inevitable. That Mr. Frodo wasn't injured in the Battle of the Storm. And the one who would have made you leave early on the Fellowship of the Ring...... Its life had already been disposed of before we came. ”

Jiang Yu raised his hand, and the skull of the Flame Demon, which had been almost absorbed by Zhao Yingkong, appeared in his hand, which was inconclusive evidence. And as expected, he saw the eyes of the old wizard in front of him gradually widen little by little.

It's interesting to play tricks on a man who is known to be a wise man in the world. Jiang Yu felt comfortable about this. In the original texts, Gandalf actually had a certain prophetic ability. Some key fate node changes were predicted in advance. Moria, in particular, was particularly irritable when he set foot on that path, as he predicted that he would die in a battle with the Firedemons.

Of course, he could not have predicted his own rebirth. Because he really died, it was Vera who repatriated him and gave him a white robe. This is an outright act of séance for all prophets, even though it is really God who does it.

In a word...... That's it.

Jiang Yu threw back the head of the Fire Demon. And the old wizard standing in front of him finally couldn't help but cough a few times in a row. Then raise your hands and surrender.

"I'm sorry, I'm getting older, I can't help but think about ......"

"I understand." Jiang Yu nodded. "So skip that topic?"

"Skip it. Your righteous heart...... Very fiery. Gandalf waved his hand. This is the end of the discussion about the origins of the Middle-earth team, the purpose and the like. As a result of this opaque debate, Gandalf will use his credibility to endorse Middle-earth when other key players on the bright side try to question the issue.

Even so, however, his gaze twitched as he swept over the faces of the Middle-earth team—of course, even more unlucky than him were the Wood Elves who had finally escaped. Because after using the 'Tornado' once, Zheng Zhe seemed to have returned to the outgoing and cheerful mode that Jiang Yu was most familiar with, and then he was trying to make friends with the group of wood elves.

It was a disaster - the elves had a etiquette that would never be out of shape in front of their life-savers, and Zheng Zha was indeed a sincere heart that could be seen with the naked eye. However, the wails of the tens of thousands of orc soul fragments that were ablated and slaughtered in the 'Dragon Scroll Sky' did indeed linger on the blood armor that Zheng Zhe was equipped with. And this led to him being extremely inspired, and he could already see the ghosts of the day...... Extraordinarily terrifying.

The representative of the wood elf who was elected to deal with Zheng Zhe was about to cry...... However, Zheng Zhe was unaware of this, and was still showing off his communication skills. Obviously, Zhan Lan is indispensable to the result of Zhan Lan fueling the trouble and fooling someone's self-perception.

Poor Wood Elf...... Poor Zheng Zha.

Gandalf might have gone to help them out. But now...... The old wizard probably didn't have the strength to take the next step.

Wretched.

But what does this matter to Jiang Yu?

And since the preface has been skipped. Naturally, then, the discussion returned to the previous step that had been interrupted - Gandalf could indeed help the Middle-earth team. And it can help now.

Jiang Yu stretched out his hand, and the white staff and white robe left behind by Saruman fell on the palm of his hand - he could sense the power contained in it, but he also knew that the gray-robed wizard definitely couldn't just change his clothes and become a white robe. Gandalf's promotion was due to Vera's permission, and Saruman's power was not above the white robe.

It was originally just an ordinary white robe.

For every shell that Saruman shattered, a new one was draped over a white robe.

However, when Saruman's last body died, Jiang Yu, who rushed to the battlefield, sensed power from it.

This obviously means something, proves something - Jiang Yu can't think of it yet. But he knew he would soon know.

"There must be a white-robed wizard in Middle-earth." Jiang Yu said, reaching out and pushing Gandalf's robe and staff out of his hand.

"Oh, white-robed wizards don't just ......change their clothes," Gandalf's hand, which he had wanted to refuse, suddenly froze in the air. And the next moment, his fingertips touched the white robe in front of him.

'Bang——!! A cloud of white light burst out from the old wizard's fingertips. And in Jiang Yu's eyes, the old wizard who was blinded by the light had a straight line of energy level!

The shackles of power on him were unshackled, he was given permission, and he transformed from a gray-robed wizard to a powerful white-robed wizard! And as long as the Veras are a little more normal, they will definitely not make this kind of robe inheritance method on the Maias in advance!

"It's ...... Vera's will! Gandalf's voice was full of amazement. By the time the glow had dissipated, he had already put on a white robe, his whole body was completely renewed, and he had even combed his hair!

He won't have any doubts about the reincarnations of the Middle-earth team anymore.

And what happened in front of him also informed the reincarnations of the Central Continent team that it was important and would not be blocked by cognition.

The increase in Maya's strength is not normal and does not conform to the process. Gandalf crossed it without going through the trial.

And this means that the Veras outside the Great Barrier are in a state of urgency - and the situation is more delicate than expected.

Jiang Yu tilted his head, and some invisible interference force prevented him from continuing to think downward.

He looked into the distance—it was still dark.

(End of chapter)