"The Mountain Giant... is dead?" The Magic Trio stared, dumbfounded, at the fallen colossus and then at each other. Just moments ago, they'd braced themselves for a heroic last stand—ready to burn out in a blaze of glory, taking the enemy down with them. But in the blink of an eye, the tables turned, and the strongest being beneath the gods—the Mountain Giant—just... croaked?
No one cheered on the battlefield. Everyone was caught in a daze, as if they'd just dodged death itself. Their minds were blank, fuzzy, and it all felt unreal—like a trick of the light. Nobody knew what to do next.
Suddenly—crash! Something made a noise!
The sound came from the Mountain Giant. Wait—was it not dead after all?!
Every eye snapped toward the Mountain Giant. Its mouth was moving—something was wriggling inside. Next thing you know, black, spidery legs poked out of its jaws, and a massive spider abdomen squirmed its way out. Honestly, the whole scene was so revolting that more than a few people looked like they'd just swallowed a mouthful of manure.
It's a Ringwraith! There are still Ringwraiths!
But before the warriors could get nervous, the owner of those eight legs was tossed out completely. The Spider Wraith flew onto the Mountain Giant's forehead, landing with a splat—like a dried-out squid, half-dead and limp. It wasn't dead yet, but after being refined by the Grand Alchemy, even as an undead, it couldn't move a single finger.
"Whew, this thing's pretty heavy. Took a lot of effort to get it out." The platinum-blonde woman hopped out of the Mountain Giant's mouth, swinging her arms and cracking her neck. "If you ask me, we should've chopped off all eight legs—would've saved me the trouble of nearly getting stuck in its throat."
"Its whole body is packed with top-grade frost poison—would be a shame to waste it," Jack Young added, hands clasped behind his back as he strolled out. "The poison's nasty, sure, but it's also a treasure. Refine it, strip out the toxins, and you've got a coolant perfect for training soldiers in extreme cold. Plus, it might help me with my Marrow Cleansing Technique—lots of benefits there. Waste not, want not."
The two of them leapt onto the Mountain Giant's nose, standing at the highest point. From up here, the sky stretched wide and the land seemed endless—truly a breathtaking view. Sunlight poured down from the cloud-hole the Mountain Giant had roared open, bathing the twins in a divine glow. The whole battlefield—tens of thousands of souls—couldn't help but stare at them in awe, unable to look away.
Everyone knew that from now on, the name Sun Moon Mountain would echo through eternity. Even countless years from now, today's story would be written into history books and fairy tales, worshipped by generations of children and longed for by every hero.
Right now, the Mountain Giant, Death Weaver, and Earth Devourer—three of the four great Ringwraiths—had bitten the dust all at once. The tide of battle had completely reversed. The spider-mutants below stared in terror; even though they still had overwhelming numbers, victory was no longer on their side.
They kept attacking, but any seasoned commander could see it—their morale was shot, and hesitation was setting in.
"Whoa, things got pretty dicey over here," Jill Young said, shading her eyes and scanning around. "Now that this guy's mana is spent, all those magic-reinforced rocks will turn back into ordinary stone. With this size and weight, regular stone can't possibly hold up—it's a real gamble. If it collapses, the whole city underneath could be buried. Cleaning up this illegal construction later is gonna be a huge job."
"That's no big deal—don't forget, this world might not make sense, but it's still full of magic. The strongest mages are all here, so if they cast a spell, I bet they can fix it." Jack Young leaped over to the giant spider, ready to harvest their loot and extract the frost poison. "Guess I'll get down to business."
"Speaking of magic, I just have to say something!" Jill Young chimed in, helping out while glancing back at the magic circle. She switched to a local dialect that even Middle-earth folks could understand: "Your magic is strong—no doubt about it. It's amazing, too. You can leverage special tricks to unleash ten, twenty times your own power—that's impressive."
The mages inside the magic circle couldn't help but beam with pride, their faces glowing. Praise from a destined legendary hero? That's a story for a lifetime.
"But—here's the thing—" Jill Young switched gears, looking like a parent disappointed with their kid: "Your casting time is way—too—long!"
The mages instantly turned awkward, mumbling with nothing to say.
"I've been watching your magic from way back—clear across the battlefield. And now that the fight's over, your spell still isn't ready! If you ask me, this kind of magic is perfect for sieges. Prep for half a day, then unleash it all at once to flatten the enemy—that's how it should be used. But now? Time is money, my friends! Look at you, glowing like a giant light bulb—what's the point? Just for illumination?"
Galadriel and the rest of the Magic Trio blushed in embarrassment. They'd burned through rare materials and spent so much effort, yet even after total victory, their spell still hadn't gone off. And now, with the fighting over, the magic couldn't just be canceled on a whim. While everyone else started to relax, their side was still stuck chanting the final lines.
To give up casting while tens of thousands watched—talk about losing face.
Quick, is there any enemy left to zap and show off this forbidden spell? Big bug, big rock, big spider—all dead! Wait, out on the plains, there's still one battlefield left.
That's right—the Desecrator's still out there! Come on, let's get it! At least if they vaporize a Ringwraith, they'll save a little dignity!
But just then—rumble, crackle—lightning flashed and thunder roared, grabbing everyone's attention.
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It's the Desecrator—something strange is happening there!
The last Ringwraith present suddenly lost its solid form, turning into a raging sea of vengeful souls. The mass of ghostly green spirits kept shifting shapes, surging like a tidal wave, spreading in every direction. The spectral waves crashed three meters high, rushing out with terrifying force. The wailing of ghosts filled the air, forcing the Paladins of Light to retreat, too scared to touch it.
With the Desecrator's show of force, the spider-mutants barely managed to steady themselves, roaring to pump up their courage and readying their blades for another round.
"Hm?" The twins turned their sharp gaze, piercing through all illusions to the heart of the matter. Then they both smiled, exchanged a glance, and nodded. The next moment—boom!—it was like a depth charge exploded, and a bright light burst forth from the center of the ghostly sea. Holy light pierced the spirits, shining like a warm sun over all.
Whoosh—holy fire blazed, boiling rivers and oceans. At the bottom of the ghostly sea, it was as if a blazing star had appeared, sending endless spirits and vengeful ghosts flying upward like steam from the rolling green waves.
These twisted, terrifying spirits looked horrifying when they first burst out, but bathed in the warm holy light, each one seemed redeemed—peaceful, serene. Their faces softened with joy, and even their skeletal, monstrous forms reverted to what they once were. As the heart heals, so does the soul's appearance, turning gentle and beautiful.
"Thank you." One spirit rose up, with bright white hair—a royal elf, once a hero who defied Sauron. It gazed at the holy light, bowing with true gratitude: "Thank you for your mercy. Thank you for giving me redemption."
Then it soared skyward, turning into a shooting star, vanishing in a flash.
"Thank you." Another spirit rose up—the old king of Rohan recognized it as his heroic ancestor. It too gazed at the eternal light, bowing sincerely: "Thank you for your courage. The future is in your hands."
With a flash, it too soared into the sky, becoming the wind.
"Thank you." "Thank you." One sincere blessing after another—spirit after spirit seemed guided toward heaven, turning into sparkling stars that shot upward. The rain of light danced like a dream, a reverse shower into the sky. In the midst of this luminous rain, all those heartfelt thanks gathered into a single, solid, magical symbol.
The Seal of Redemption.
The seal formed and circled around, holy light shining everywhere, and redemption sped up tenfold. The ghostly sea quickly evaporated, vanishing in the holy fire. Amid the swirling lights, Jasper Xiao raised his hand to bid farewell to the spirits.
Ringwraiths are never easy to deal with—no one knows the dangers and suffering he faced, the pressure he bore. All people saw was that, in this sacred moment, he smiled sincerely, as if bidding farewell to old friends.
With a pop, the Desecrator vanished for good. Black fire flickered in Jasper Xiao's hand twice, then went out. Not a single Ringwraith was left on the field, and the spider-mutants who'd just worked up a bit of courage froze in place. Their morale plummeted. Some started dropping their weapons—total collapse was just around the corner.
"Not bad, you've really grown—looks like you didn't waste this past year!" The voice, powered by Supreme Skill, rang out from the heavens. Jasper Xiao, still a bit dazed, instantly retracted the seal, closed his eyes, and furrowed his brows. He clenched his fists, hands trembling, overcome by the hard-won victory and memories of the fallen and the living.
Such compassion was truly admirable—the Paladins of Light were practically starstruck.
But Jasper Xiao couldn't hold it in any longer—a heartfelt sigh slipped out: "Finally, finally—finally pulled off a cool move!!"
"Huh?" A female knight blinked, turning to her neighbor: "Did the Captain just say something?"
The knight beside her scratched his head, uncertain: "I think he said... finally pulled off..."
"Nothing!" Jasper Xiao snapped his eyes open and waved hard at the top of the Mountain Giant's head. "Hey—you guys finally showed up, swooping in to save the day! I thought I'd made real progress, but now you've made me look bad!"
"Come on now, don't be too modest!" Jill Young grinned. "Hey, Young Master, seeing you now is making my hands itch—how about we spar sometime?"
Hands itch? Spar? A duel? Does this mean... I've caught her eye?! If I hadn't made huge progress—if I weren't on her level—there's no way I'd get this kind of offer!
Also—sometime? Is this... a date?!
After a long, hard slog, Jasper Xiao was practically in tears—finally, the result he'd dreamed of! He nodded like mad: "Yes, yes, yes! Let's spar sometime—let's definitely set it up!"
"Sometime?" Jill Young pinched her chin, looking skeptical. "Sure, that's not wrong, but for some reason, it just feels off..."
While the Chosen Ones chatted happily and got to work, the Magic Trio were left in an awkward spot. Their spell was finally ready, but there was nothing left to blast. After all that prep, the four great Ringwraiths had been wiped out in a flash.
Glancing at the trio, the Magic Trio exchanged looks and couldn't help but sigh together. Has the age of traditional heroes really passed? No way—hurry up and give us something to smash! Ten thousand spider-mutants? Not great, but better than packing up and leaving with nothing. The trio locked eyes and instantly agreed—better to mop up these small fry than slink off in shame!
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Charge!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the magic circle's light condensed in a flash, forming a dazzling equilateral triangle between the three. Killing intent shot skyward, shaking the clouds—the ancient forbidden spell was about to be unleashed.
But right then, Professor Yang suddenly snapped his head up, face serious, and raised a hand to stop them: "Wait!"
The trio paused, and then Jill Young and Jasper Xiao both sensed it too.
A monstrous force was barreling in, faster than anyone expected. In just a few heartbeats, a vast shadow of death appeared in the strong one's perception. It soared over mountains, across plains, over rivers—heading straight for them. Its aura tore the sky, and the fire in its throat could melt anything.
ROAR—a dragon's howl shook the heavens. Even before it came into view, everyone in White City was already trembling in fear. This was dragon might—pure dragon might.
"This guy... is strong." Even Jill Young had to get serious—the pressure from the ancient dragon was overwhelming.
"Physically, it's gone farther than you have. Sure, it's big, but it's definitely not easy to handle. Its body and soul aren't one, but the Grand Alchemy can't deal with it so easily anymore." Professor Yang's brow blossomed with twin petals, letting him see more than others. "Plus, it's the ruler of the skies—total air superiority. Normally, even if we teamed up, it wouldn't be easy to take down. In the end, we might just end up in a stalemate."
"Yeah, true—but that's in normal times. As for now..." Jill Young turned, and Jack Young followed, both looking at the magic circle and the glowing triangle ready to fire. "I just want to know—does bathing in dragon's blood really make you invulnerable to blades and arrows?"