The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 607 Ten Thousand Dragons Chanting, Dragon Dance of Ten Thousand Emperors!

“The power of a divine artifact is not so easy to control! Do you really think you can completely grasp this dragon spear?” Osbayar asked with some doubt.

Before Roland could speak, he subtly touched Roland's chest. The next second, a dazzling shield-shaped ring flew out of his soul, followed by another shield-shaped ring! Finally, a golden shield was also pulled out.

"..." Roland's pupils contracted. Holy crap! Artifact stripping! This guy can actually strip me of control over my artifact at the soul level! Holy crap!

"What? Surprised?" Osbayar suddenly grinned mischievously, as if he had seen through Roland's thoughts.

"Don't forget I'm a god! My level of life and soul power are far superior to yours! Taking away your control at the artifact level is a piece of cake!" Osbayar smiled.

"By the way, your consciousness and thoughts are also transparent to me!" Osbayar reminded him.

"..." Roland was speechless. You're a big shot, why are you making fun of the younger generation?

"Have you considered the interference between divine artifacts? It's not necessarily a good thing for one person to possess too many divine artifacts. If you can't balance their power, they will interfere with your power flow, causing your combat strength to decline drastically!"

"I don't think I have this problem..." Roland said awkwardly. After all, three of the four artifacts were given by the system. He was already cheating, so why would he be afraid of this?

"Huh? Something's not right with this kid!" Osbayar suddenly paused, then exclaimed in surprise.

"You died once? But there's no trace of resurrection magic on your soul... How did you do that? That can't be right!" Osbayar exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah! You have divine blessings on you? Wait? What are these thirty-one Emperor's marks?" Osbayar's voice could no longer remain calm. He could understand if Roland had received divine blessings by chance, but these thirty-one Emperor's marks on his soul were terrifying! Thirty-one Emperor's marks meant that you were a little brother protected by thirty-one Emperors when you went out...

"Uh..." Before Roland could even get a word in edgewise, Osbayar called out again.

“My God! By the Dragon God! Is your blessing the Dragon God’s blessing?” Osbayar screamed.

“Alright! You are indeed the most suitable user for this dragon spear!” Osbayar’s soul waved his hand and said, as if he had been defeated.

"Thank you for your recognition!" Roland bowed quickly.

"Don't thank me. You got this gun by chance. I'm just unsealing the power that originally belonged to you and returning it to you!" Osbayar shook his head.

“Child, the power of this gun is different from that of the three divine artifacts, which are gentle and mild… Having experienced too much slaughter, the power of this gun is fierce and domineering. Of course, you should be fine, after all, the blessings on you are not something it can shake!” Osbayar shook his head with emotion. The reason he had been sealing the true power of the Ten Thousand Dragons Chant was because he was afraid that the user would be directly annihilated by this uncontrollable power, since the attacks of divine artifacts are all aimed directly at the soul.

However, Roland, who is covered in buffs, obviously doesn't have this problem. The divine power level of the Ten Thousand Dragons Chant could never surpass that of the Dragon God!

“I’m ready!” Roland nodded.

“I feel a deep-seated hatred in you… just like I did back then. I cannot dissuade or persuade you, just as I cannot dissuade or persuade myself. But child, I want you to remember! True power always comes from within! Only by staying true to yourself will you not be corrupted by external things!” Osbayar looked at Roland and said earnestly. In Roland, he saw his former self, so familiar, so pathetic… “Go, and never let down those who love you and those you love…” Osbayar’s voice began to drift away, growing farther and farther away as if it came from the horizon, echoing in Roland’s ears.

"Your Majesty, will I ever see you again?" Roland suddenly felt a pang of sadness as he spoke to the increasingly faint remnant soul of Osbayar.

"I am him... he is me!" Osbayar smiled and pointed upwards, indicating that his remnant soul had merged with the Ten Thousand Dragons Chant!
……

"Buzz!" The chanting of Wanlong suddenly trembled, and an aura from the primordial era emanated from it.

"Whoosh!" Roland opened his eyes, only then realizing that although he had been talking with the remnant soul of Osbaya for a long time, only a moment had passed in reality.

"Hey! What happened! Why are you spacing out? I can't hold on much longer!" Doss's voice echoed in Roland's mind.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" Roland said apologetically.

“Let’s put an end to this feud!” Roland patted Doss on the back.

"Roar!" Dos roared in understanding and led Roland into the team battle!
"Buzz!" Roland raised the Thousand Dragons Mantra in his hand, driving it with all his might. The terrifying suction force directly drained the dragon power from his body! Then, following the Dragon Rider Contract, he began to extract Dos's dragon power!

"Thump!" Dos, who was skimming low overhead, suddenly shuddered and shrank to the length of an arm. The power sitting on the dragon's back, wielding the Ten Thousand Dragons Mantra, descended from the sky and slammed into Roland's face! After rolling a few times to dissipate the impact, Roland gritted his teeth as he looked at the golden and silver dragon spear in his hand, which had now completely lit up!
"Die!" He faced the orc king alone, who had just been defeated by Dos Antony!

"Boom!" The battle axe cleaved Roland away.

The orc king cracked his neck, looking at Roland with a scrutinizing gaze: "King versus king! Very fair!"

After grinning maliciously at Roland, it preemptively lunged forward with its axe raised. After all, Roland wasn't riding a dragon and was merely a fourth-tier paladin! In its mind, defeating and kidnapping this human king might be enough for them to escape!

Because it didn't use its strongest attack when it wanted to kidnap Roland, it was afraid of using too much force and accidentally killing Roland with an axe!

"Whoosh!" Roland subconsciously swung the Myriad Dragons Chant to block, the Myriad Dragons Chant drew a beautiful arc, and the next second a dragon roared!
"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The sound, like the roar of thousands of dragons, emanated from the dragon spear. The fine patterns radiated a golden and silver light, and Roland, who was in the middle of it, instantly felt full of power!

"Sizzle!" Roland instinctively swung his spear to block, but heard a tearing sound. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw the orc king who had just pounced fiercely staring blankly at the half-broken axe handle in his hand.

"Roar!" A wild dragon roar resounded through the heavens and earth, and dragon shadows flew out from the dragon patterns on the Ten Thousand Dragons Chant! These dragon shadows began to circle around Roland's body, and at this moment Roland was as if he was covered with a layer of golden floating armor.

"Thump!" The orc king suddenly fell to the ground.

Roland, who was tensely confronting it, was stunned. At this moment, only the lower half of the sixth-tier sword saint in front of him was still standing in place, while the arms and upper body had fallen to the ground. This terrifying scene made Roland's pupils shrink! It turned out that the unintentional swing just now had instantly killed this sword saint!
Only now did Roland understand what Osbayar's so-called immense power truly meant! That single strike had instantly annihilated a sixth-tier opponent, even though that sixth-tier opponent hadn't fought at their strongest...

(End of this chapter)