Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1608 A scam?

Before Sauron became a fallen Maia and inherited the title of Dark Lord of Morgoth, he was a famous illusionist throughout Middle-earth.

If Sauron was allowed to operate on his own, he could cast a super-large illusion array covering the entire Middle-earth, but under the suppression of Ilúvatar's Tao rhyme network, it was extremely difficult to cast magic. This kind of ultra-long-range spiritual magic with only one medium was difficult to cast, not to mention that he had to avoid being discovered by Gandalf and others, and at the same time carefully circumvent the last bottom line left by Ilúvatar for them, which made it even more difficult.

If he hadn't obtained a private network cable from Morgoth, which allowed him to access the Daoyun network firewall set up by Ilúvatar, he wouldn't have been able to use even a little bit of his extraordinary power. And Sauron and Melkor knew that the ladder was not solid, but Ilúvatar, considering their past achievements, didn't bother with them as long as they didn't do anything big or bad.

After all, if Melkor really had the ability to confront the Ilúvatar Tao Rhythm Network head-on, then he wouldn't have to do things secretly and could just go out and work on his own with his team.

Sauron had been waiting for an opportunity, a suitable chance to strike. He did not take direct action when Galadriel's mental power was severely weakened due to unknown influences, even though he could have dealt a devastating blow to the exhausted Galadriel. At the very least, she would have fallen into a deep sleep and her soul would have been sent back to Mandos, or at worst, she would have been at risk of falling.

But he only used the effect of the elven ring to strengthen Galadriel's spiritual power, and did not do anything else. Facts have proved that this is indeed correct. Let's not talk about Zhang Heng's claw. If he had made a move at that time, Elrond would have been alert, and today's farce would not have had such an excellent effect.

Sauron, who had been casting spells non-stop, was controlling the show with a weird laugh, until he was almost injured by Snowd's dragon roar.

The embarrassed Sauron could not help but curse loudly. Such things had happened countless times in the Fortress of Doom, but the power of his curse today was a little stronger than expected. He cursed at the time when he was casting a spell on the holder of the One Ring, which not only interrupted his temptation magic, but also almost caused him to suffer the backlash.

“Snod! Don’t be so presumptuous!” The furious Soran slapped the metal throne, stood up suddenly, and roared at the cage under the throne: “I tell you! Your arrogant days are coming to an end. When my plan is completed, I will definitely tear out your tendons and skin you, and taste your dragon liver!”

Snod, who had no awareness of his status as a prisoner, was stunned when he heard this, and then responded with even louder curses.

"How dare you, a false saint, show off in front of me?!"

"I!"

"What do you mean by "you"? You are just a fake saint! Humph! Calling you a fake saint is just to give you face for your skills. You are a joke even in the prehistoric history! You solidified your own path, destiny and spiritual light into a prop. Do you know what the fate of someone like you would be in the prehistoric history?!"

"Haha, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll tell you a little story. During the Great War of All Races in the Primordial Era, when the two kids from Dongtian hadn't risen yet, there was an unlucky guy in the Undead Clan who had advanced to the Saint level. He was an advanced Saint, much stronger than your buggy experiment, but do you know why I call him an unlucky guy?"

"Because that guy was targeted by a high-level ancient demon during his advancement to the holy position. The Lord of the Void directly snatched him away during his advancement and then refined him into a holy weapon! A holy weapon that is no less than a post-natal spiritual treasure! Haha, don't get me wrong, I definitely don't mean that you will be refined into a holy weapon. A thing like you that is stuck with a bug is not even qualified to be a holy weapon or a post-natal spiritual treasure!" "You still want to pull out the tendons and skin of this grandpa and eat my dragon liver? What a joke, you don't deserve it!"

"I've been skinned and ripped out by someone before, and my dragon gall has been eaten by someone before. Do you think you're worthy enough to compete with that master? Are you worthy? Do you dare to say you're worthy?!"

Sauron was so angry that his jet-black metal armor glowed red, and even hot air gushed out from the gaps in the armor.

Sauron himself couldn't understand. He could scold this bastard all he wanted, but why could he be so shameless as to talk about his dark history of being skinned and flayed as if it were an honorable thing all day long? And he had to bring him along every time, and his words were full of disdain for him, saying things like "How could you deserve to be skinned and flayed?"

This gave Soran a very strange sense of déjà vu, like a dog being madly humiliated by his goddess, and the goddess told the dog that even if she was fucked by the dog, it would not be his turn.
Soran was already somewhat confused due to his high blood pressure. He wanted to continue what Snowd wanted to say, but at this moment, a soul-tearing pain made Soran's eyes go dark and he fell straight down. His soul, which was already surging with blood, suddenly shrank rapidly. A dark thorn had just bound Soran's soul tightly. The huge pain and strong contrast directly made Soran faint.

It took several minutes for Soran to tremble and support his body and sit back in his seat.

'Why do you, Lord Morgoth?'

"Idiot, I'm saving your life! I won't stop you if you want to die. If you tear down the ladder I'm holding for you, don't let your blood splash on me when you die!"

A voice that was more powerful than the will of a primary saint came from the void. Just two sentences made Sauron dare not complain at all.

"Your Majesty, I."

'You fool, don't you realize you've been fooled?'

Maybe it was because Sauron was one of the few subordinates he could count on, or maybe it was because Sauron was an eyewitness who witnessed that thing with him, Morgoth still suppressed his anger and explained a few words for Sauron: "You stupid idiot, don't you think about it? Snod is an existence older than me. Before I was born, he was already a junior saint. What kind of strong man would he be to be able to pull out his tendons and skin him and still make him think it is an honor? If you are provoked by him and agree to that statement, then wouldn't you admit that you are an equal existence with that person? Can you bear such a huge cause and effect?!"

(End of this chapter)