Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 311: Sauron's Expedition (Happy New Year to everyone!)
Chu Xuan never believed in destiny. In his opinion, everything is a manifestation of data and probability.

But he had to admit that the destiny of this world was conscious.

In the past it was Ilúvatar, and now it is the Four Chaos Gods.

The deeper he went into this world, the more he could sense Chaos's changes and control over everything.

The line of cause and effect is too confusing and intricate, yet connected.

Now the Zhongzhou team cut the Gordian knot, first pulled out the thorn of the dead king Aragorn, razed Minas Tirith, and made Chaos suffer a great loss.

But they will not stop there, a more violent attack is brewing in the dark.

Now, whether it is Chu Xuan's team in Gushan, Zheng Zha's team on the road, or Zhuang Bosch's team heading to Lothlorien, they will all encounter the most violent and vicious attacks from Chaos.

Overtly, covertly, seduction, corruption, force, they will use every possible means.

The Zhongzhou team may be able to negotiate with Chaos again and again, but it cannot engage in a long-term battle with them. The longer the time, the lower Zhongzhou's winning rate will be.

If you want to complete the main quest, you have to be quick and ruthless, even more ruthless than Chaos.

So where is the breakthrough point?
Chu Xuan looked at the starry sky.

Ilúvatar.

The breaking point lies in Him.

This missing creator god.

The magnificent stars in the sky blinked slightly, appearing and disappearing, as if mocking his arrogance and ignorance of his own limitations.

Chu Xuan also responded with a sneer.

Want to play?

Then let’s go all in.

One decision determines the outcome!

In the palace of Barad-dur in Mordor, the hazy pink and purple light of the Warp is unpredictable.

Sauron, the Dark Lord, once a loyal servant of Morgoth, is now the chief servant of the Most High.

He was given the title of War Marshal chosen by the Four Gods.

But this name has never been a good omen.

He knelt before the four strange statues and listened silently to the trembling report of the Witch-king of Angmar.

"Is Minas Tirith truly destroyed?" Sauron's beautiful Elvish voice echoed in the empty temple.

"It is a declaration from beyond the stars that some incomprehensible horror continues to haunt the ruins of Minas Tirith."

"Both the living dead and the ghosts have completely disappeared. No trace of their existence can be found there." The Witch-King of Angmar whispered.

He could not forget that terrifying perfect circle, and now whenever he saw a round object, he would subconsciously tremble.

This is a fear engraved deep in the soul.

"They are coming." Soran sighed.

There was an unresolved worry and a joy that was difficult to hide in his tone.

The prophecy is finally coming true.

Sauron is not an irrational puppet of the evil god. In order to satisfy his ambition to dominate Middle-earth, he became a guide of Chaos and destroyed the forces of light on the entire continent.

But as a conspirator for thousands of years, he also realized the horror and evil of Chaos.

It was a terrifying despair that would eat away everything from skin to bones to soul.

Therefore, during the Dark Age when the Valar fell and monsters were rampant, he did not devote all his strength to strangling the remaining forces of light.

Instead, he took advantage of the conflicts among the evil gods, moved around among them, and gained considerable autonomy.

They even proactively consume some humans and forces that are too deeply infected by Chaos.

This was also part of the reason why Aragorn won ten battles in a row from north to south.

Later, Aragorn re-established the Númenor Empire and attacked Gondor, and he was forced to fight a decisive battle with Aragorn.

And in the White War, he deliberately lost to Aragorn and left a prophecy in an attempt to obtain more gifts from the evil god.

After all, even though the civilizations are different, Sauron can understand the principle of keeping the enemy for his own protection.

If the entire world of Arda were completely taken over by Chaos, his value would be infinitely reduced.

But he did not expect that the power of the High Heaven was so terrifying that he could cause unimaginable harm to Aragorn with just the help of his sword.

In addition, Boromir foolishly led his army to seek death, resulting in the situation being completely out of his control.

Sauron wanted to delay, but the evil god seemed to see through his little thoughts and directly corrupted Aragorn.

The rise of the Corpse King and the City of the Dead made all his plans come to nothing.

Moreover, in Aragorn's ending, his soul was trapped in a rotten body and tortured day and night. He was completely twisted into a puppet by the evil god and completely lost his free will.

This made him feel extremely fearful, fearing that one day he would also become a puppet of this chaos.

So he always pretended to be obsessed with profit, constantly provoked Gondor's territory, had constant friction with Aragorn, and condoned the existence of the Lonely Mountain in the north.

Even helping to spread the rumor that the Ring was in Minas Tirith.

Everything is done to delay time, until those aliens come to this desperate world again.

Fortunately, the evil god did not seem to pursue his little thoughts and did not punish him in all these years.

But Soran still carefully concealed his true purpose.

Until today, Sauron finally felt the long-lost sense of relief. He said gently: "Aragorn, where is he?"

The Witch King of Angmar said hesitantly, "I don't see any trace of the Dead King."

He even had a guess in his heart that under that kind of attack, even the Corpse King would not be spared.

But as the Corpse King was as famous as his master, Sauron, he did not dare to say too much.

Gone. Could he be dead?

Soran couldn't help but have this guess in his mind.

He had seen those people from outer space before. Although the person at that time was very powerful, he did not exceed his imagination.

But later a human cut off the heaven and earth, and the evil god was forced to retreat for several years, which allowed Sauron to retain his free will.

During those years, he feared the return of the evil god every day.

The fear of having his life and death completely handed over to the Supreme Being has been deeply engraved in his bones.

But he knew that the return of the evil god was inevitable and could not be stopped, and he had to find a way to protect himself.

Back then, he and those aliens were enemies, but now, they might be friends.

What should he do next? Should he pretend to be driven by profit and send a large army to attack Gondor and seize its territory, or should he lead a small force north to pretend to harass the Lonely Mountain?

The key is how to communicate privately with people outside the sky without being discovered by the Supreme Heaven.

As long as the Outsiders redevelop the Lonely Mountain and rebalance the world situation, their own safety can be guaranteed at the moment of Aragorn's death.

"What should we do next?" asked the Witch-king of Angmar cautiously.

"This is God's will. Attack Gondor." Sauron was about to order the Witch-king of Angmar to go to Gondor to seize territory.

But the language spoken became completely different.

"This is Apocalypse, attacking Lonely Mountain."

Wait, is this what I'm going to say?
The feeling of surprise just surfaced in his heart for a second, and then disappeared. Suddenly, he heard the crisp sound of metal mixed with the sound of blades and axes, and a roar filled with excitement and anger.

+Fight, the Blood God will grant you glory, without blood and skulls+
"The world's great enemy has come," he said angrily, with blood and fire flashing in his eyes.

"They killed the messengers of the gods and the servants of their masters."

The feeling of astonishment surged again.

No, no, is that what I wanted to say?
A gentle, quiet, and lazy sound full of decay sounded simultaneously.

+My loving father will give you an immortal body and the most wonderful plague+
A foul odor emanated from him, his skin became rougher, and rotten abscesses began to grow in his body.

"They are enemies of the gods and enemies of our rule over Arda." His tone was indifferent and hoarse, and suddenly became extremely calm.

But it was completely inconsistent with the fear surging in his heart.

The sound of tongues intertwining with mucus rang out, full of endless desire and temptation.

+The Lord of Pleasures grants you a song and dance of unbridled sensuality, and you will see all pain as joy.+
"We must clip their wings as soon as possible." His voice once again became an alluring and pleasant sound.

A treacherous and sneering voice finally rang out, and every word was full of traps and tricks.

+The Lord of Change reveals the future to you, allowing you to seize the initiative and win the victory+
"The gods have shown me the future, and victory will eventually belong to us." His voice became sharp, like the inherent frequency of something hitting his throat.

In the end what happened.

"I" Soran's mind was blank. He didn't know why it was blank, but he just felt that something was very wrong.

The gifts of chaos are never free!

This idea suddenly appeared in his mind, but it was changed immediately.

The gifts from the Most High are always generous and fair.

We should accept everything with joy, sincerity, excitement and passion.

"I command!" Soran uttered a chaotic and strange quadruple sound.

"Mobilize all the armies of Mordor, command the evil dragon's lair in the Misty Mountains, the army of Balrogs, and the rotten giants."

"Go north and flatten Lonely Mountain."

The Witch-king of Angmar nodded and bowed in response, "Understood, my lord."

"I will immediately prepare my troops for war."

Having said this, he walked out respectfully backwards.

"Wait, wait," Soran suddenly said two words with difficulty.

His heart was like a raging storm, growing more and more violent.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

What on earth am I thinking of.

What on earth should I do?

This is not my idea, this is not my idea.

Why are they in such a hurry?
Are they also afraid of people from outer space?

Could it be that the power of the aliens has frightened the gods in the highest heaven to the point that they have to put aside their fight and immediately eliminate their dependence?

No, I must resist. I can save myself. I just have to buy time until—

"Let's go as soon as possible."

"We must launch an expedition as soon as possible, to massacre, to wreak havoc, to spread the plague, and to enjoy bliss." Soran said like a dead man, with no more confusion in his heart.

His beautiful Elvish language had turned into a vicious and cursed language.

But the Witch-king of Angmar understood it completely.

Even at the foot of Mount Barad-dur, countless fallen humans and fallen orcs understood his orders.

They shouted, pushed, cheered, went crazy, and vented all their emotions.

There was a gleam of cruelty and bloodthirstiness in their eyes.

They don't look like humans at all, but a group of demons in human skin.

"Sauron! Soran! Soran!"

Sauron felt the fanatical cheers of all of Mordor, and suddenly had a strange idea that he was surpassing his former master Morgoth.

He then agreed with this view.

After all, he is the darling and believer of the Most High Heaven, and is naturally a thousand times nobler than a false god like Morgoth.

And he will accomplish greater things than Morgoth.

He will be the greatest king in the world of Arda!
At the bloody dawn, the smell of steel and brimstone drifted across the ridge of Barad-dur.

Soran stood on the observatory piled with bones, and the war army that had been tempered for sixty years was roaring under his feet.

The Orc Legion blessed by Chaos roared like boiling lava, horns sounded on the backs of Harad's war elephants, the scimitars of the nomadic cavalry gleamed coldly in the forest, and the sorcerers chanted blasphemous poems with their rotten tongues.

This torrent, flowing with the essence of darkness, is about to gnaw at the last dawn of Middle-earth to the north.

No one can stop this army, his soul roared loudly, the Lonely Mountain can't, Gondor can't, and those outside the sky can't either!
He will tear apart and chop up all obstacles, he will shed blood, and his army is the source of all victory!

"A poem that bears witness to war."

Soran whispered, and the spike of the hammer pierced his palm. The blood-soaked metal glowed with a strange chaotic light.

In the scarlet arc of light drawn by the war hammer, 600,000 demon soldiers simultaneously let out inhuman war howls.

"Burn! Burn! Burn!" The roars were like waves, turning into a foul-smelling wind.

His Iron Throne trembled in the fishy wind, and dark red blood plasma oozed out from the cracks in the base, winding along the ravines of the mountain and turning the thousand-year-old rock layers into a solidified scab.

Visions surged into consciousness like magma.

He saw himself transformed into a towering war giant, the walls of Lonely Mountain crumbled to dust where his hammer fell, the Mithril Hall melted into molten iron, and elves, dwarves, and humans prostrated themselves and cried under his throne.

Even those outside the universe will be turned into meat paste under his iron hammer!
The dark red sky was suddenly torn apart, and the sound of the four abysses resonated in the skull.

+Your hammer brings victory+
+Your crown is full of wisdom+
+Your breath is a plague+
+Your throne symbolizes power+
Soran's pupils exploded into burning chaotic eight-pointed stars, and he felt stronger than ever before.

The Most High is as generous and fair as ever.

He will set the earth on fire.

This idea was rooted in his mind.

"I want victory. Take Lonely Mountain!"

Sauron spoke sharply, gazing at the peak of Barad-dur.

"Set off."

The moment the first ray of sunlight touched the tip of the hammer, the entire land of Mordor shook violently like an earthquake.

It was an endless demon army, pouring out of the Shadow Mountains at the same time!
Soran looked at the army heading north, and for some reason, his eyes became moist.

He felt like he had lost something forever, but after searching his memory, he couldn't figure out what he had lost.

+You are right, you are right, Sauron, the most loyal believer of the High Heaven, you are the wisest Maia+
Four voices sounded at the same time, like gently comforting a lamb to be slaughtered.

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