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It's not that these guys are actually weird-looking; to be honest, in terms of appearance alone, they are much more conventionally attractive than Morgoth. As Morgoth has fallen, he has become increasingly unrecognizable.

These people are considered special because their attire and clothing are very different from the style of the rest of Middle-earth, giving them a sense of incongruity.

Wearing a blue and white bodysuit that looked like some kind of special combat suit, these guys preferred to call it a spacesuit.

At the very front of these strangely dressed people was a fellow dressed as a priest. Ironically, the style of clothing worn by this leader was more acceptable to the people of Middle-earth.

Even when facing Morgoth, the younger brother of the King of the Gods and the first Dark Lord in the Lord of the Rings, the priest showed no awe, but rather remained quite indifferent.

“Mr. Morgoth, we have done what we promised you. Now, shouldn’t it be your turn to fulfill your promise?”

"Keep your promise~" Morgoth said coldly, and with just a few words, an inexplicable sense of oppression swept over the other side.

The leading priest's expression changed: "What, Mr. Morgoth, are you going to go back on your promise?"

“You have already experienced the power of our God, you shouldn’t make such an irrational choice.”

"You are threatening me!" Morgoth's eyes turned cold, and the ultimate divine power of the Godfather poured out, causing the temperature of the entire area to drop at that moment.

The priest's expression turned cold, and he gripped only one object—a golden plaque on which a faint golden dragon shadow flashed by.

In an instant, Morgothnaya's divine power at the ultimate level was completely wiped out.

A hint of apprehension flashed in Morgoth's cold eyes.

After a moment of silence, Morgoth spoke.

"I will do what I promised you."

"But even now, I still don't know what your god is, so how can I possibly feel at ease arranging a ritual to summon your god!"

The priest burst into laughter: "So that's how it is. It's my fault, it really is my fault."

“Since Mr. Morgoth wants to know, then I can tell you now.” A fervent zeal appeared in the priest’s eyes.

"My God, God of Higher Dimensions, King of All Dragons, King of Nothingness who no longer exists in this world, the End of Gold!!"

Its name: Ghidorah the Planet Eater!

In an instant, Morgoth's expression changed. He had a vague feeling that with the appearance of this name, a terrifying gaze seemed to transcend time and space and landed in the sky above this area. That indifference, that life level far above his own, seemed to make him feel a chill run down his spine and every part of his body tremble and groan just from being watched.

"Wait, what have you done?!"

He looked at the priest opposite him, and the group of strangely dressed people behind him, who were now looking at him with the same sinister smile.

That look in his eyes was contemptuous and disdainful; it was the expression of looking down on some laughable ant.

"What to do? Of course, we'll do what we've always been doing."

"Morgoth, you foolish ant, do you think you are deliberately stalling for time so we can't see it?"

"Ridiculous! You really think that summoning our god requires some kind of grand ceremony!"

"No, never. The magnificence of my god is beyond the comprehension of a mere native deity like you."

"As long as the true name of my god is revealed, this world will be completely marked by my god!"

"The reason we've been entangled with you for so long is simply to give our God enough time to find this world!"

"Now, open your arms and welcome our God's arrival, and dedicate this world entirely to our God!"

"Dedicated to my God!"

"My god, Ghidorah!"

Morgoth's expression changed drastically as he looked at the crazed figures before him. He felt their all-consuming gazes drawing ever closer, their greed, seemingly devouring everything, sending chills down his spine. His heart trembled to the extreme.

"Damn it, I really have to make it in time!"

Morgoth is indeed a fallen god, and can be considered the first demon in the Lord of the Rings world. But to be honest, while he is certainly not a good person, he is not the kind of madman who really wants to destroy the world.

From the moment he first saw these strange creatures and sensed the faint, terrifying power emanating from them, he began trying to attract the attention of his foolish, stinky older brother.

Because of his fall, Morgoth had very little contact with the other Valar. He only knew that a great god had come to the Lord of the Rings world and taken away a large number of gods, including the creator god Ilúvatar.

He genuinely had no idea how or through what means the item was taken away, which is why he tried to attract Manwei's attention and get Manwei to contact His Majesty the Creator God, or that mysterious His Majesty.

As it turned out, he never expected that his idiot brother, for some reason, would actually risk coming over after sensing something was wrong. Morgoth was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot. That idiot!

Now, looking at that group of lunatics and the increasingly terrifying oppressive feeling emanating from above, Morgoth's heart was in his throat.

"Manwe, that idiot, for the first time I've ever really hoped you'd be reliable!"

Meanwhile, standing in the clouds, Ilúvatar, the creator god, stood shoulder to shoulder with Locke, looking down with great curiosity.

"Those strange people seem to have really summoned some kind of terrifying entity. They actually made me feel a sense of threat, although it wasn't very strong."

Locke looked down at Zhao with a strange expression: "Not strong? You're wrong."

"That's a true higher-dimensional life form!"

"That's... Ghidorah the Planet Eater!"

"A higher-dimensional life form?" Ilúvatar raised an eyebrow. "But that sense of threat isn't really that strong!"

"That's because what descends is not the original body, but a low-dimensional projection of the other party, which is similar to our current state. No, in some cases, it is even inferior to our projection."

The creator goddess Ilúvatar's expression changed instantly. If a mere projection was enough to make her feel threatened, then the true form of the other party... the Almighty Father? Or perhaps something even higher, a single entity!!

Locke's lips curled into a strange smile. As everyone knows, Locke is very fond of raising dragons.

He used to really like Ancaragan, but as time went on, the gap in strength grew larger and larger, and now Ancaragan was falling behind. So Locke left it in Hellfire and it almost became the guardian beast of Hellfire.

But this is different, completely different!

Ghidorah the Star Eater possesses top-tier abilities that transcend dimensions and realms, making it one of the top-tier dragon species in all the worlds!

Deathwing is nothing more than a small mudfish to the Star Eater.

At this moment, the 'Dragon-type Training Master' gene within Locke was fully activated!

Chapter 141 The Star Eater Submits

Light, golden light!

Pure, clear, and shimmering with gold, without a trace of impurity, it exudes an invisible sense of oppression.

The six-pointed star pattern soared into the sky, forming three enormous golden six-pointed stars in the heavens, like three newborn suns.

The next moment, golden dragon heads, formed from pure and seemingly ultimate gold, emerged from three six-pointed stars that resembled miniature suns.

Brilliant and long, it seemed to emerge from an unknown dimension, spreading for more than ten kilometers in an instant, as if it had no end and no limit, formed entirely of pure and ultimate light.

There was no terrifying dragon might, nor any horrifying sense of oppression. These three golden, dazzling dragon heads seemed to carry a higher-dimensional will that ordinary people could not understand. The laws of mortal physics simply lost their effect at this moment.

The three dragon heads swayed casually, without any terrifying explosions or attacks. The entire world inexplicably became incomplete.

First the sky, then the starry sky, the earth, and the ocean, gradually crumbled over time, as if being devoured by something. But the problem is, the three dragon heads did not actually launch an attack on this world.

In short, this scene was bizarre, incomprehensible, and beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"How did they manage to do that?" Even Ilúvatar couldn't help but look puzzled.

This higher-dimensional life form, which Locke called the Star Eater, even surpassed her comprehension. It was as if the arrival of the Star Eater Ghidorah would lead the entire world to its end, and it didn't even need to launch any attacks.

"This is a higher-dimensional life form~"

"Theoretically speaking, humans, especially lower-level superhumans, are at the 427th level of the three-dimensional plane. The sub-Father is quasi-four-dimensional, the Father is four-dimensional, and the individual is five-dimensional. Higher-dimensional life projects onto lower dimensions. Without a higher-dimensional perspective, everything seen is just an illusion, an emptiness."

Ilúvatar fell into deep thought: "Then why haven't we encountered this situation before?"

Locke chuckled and shook his head: "The world you were born into is already quite high-class, and the Marvel world you entered is the most top-tier world. High-level life forms are not uncommon, and no one would be so bored as to use such methods. After all, if you can kill them with a single slap, why bother with all the fancy stuff?"

"If one day you go to a low-level world without any extraordinary things, you will be able to deeply understand this."

"As for that dragon, it is special. It is the Golden End, the King of Nothingness, the Star Eater, the End God who eats planets like candy."

"Ghidorah the Star Eater is the most terrifying and feared existence for all worlds. Once the world senses the presence of Ghidorah the Star Eater, it will resist and oppose its arrival to the greatest extent possible."

"In fact, this thing itself is rejected and resisted by countless worlds, so it deliberately puts effort into this aspect in order to eat better."

"Turn on the projector, use a small trumpet, and reveal the essence of almost nothingness. Before the world itself can react, eat as much as you can."

"I see!"

At this moment, Locke also began to move. With one step, he seemed to cross time and space and arrived in front of the three dragon heads. Then, a strange scene appeared. Although the three dragon heads collided with Locke, it was as if two phantoms and air were passing through each other without causing any fluctuations.

The next moment, Locke reached out with one hand and grabbed one of the dragon heads. This dragon head, which symbolized nothingness, became a physical entity in Locke's hand with a gentle squeeze.

"Crack!"

Locke crushed the entire dragon head with his bare hand, turning it into pure energy that dissipated into the air.

Then came the second one, which was also crushed.

In the blink of an eye, only one of the three dragon heads remained.

The last remaining dragon head seemed to sense something was wrong. It looked around in confusion, then suddenly shrank back at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, it returned to the six-pointed star. The next moment, the golden light dimmed. Just as the six-pointed star disappeared completely, Locke took a step and entered it.

…………

The Void Dimension is a unique zone beyond the shattered world, deep within chaos, between worlds.

A dragon, an incomparably magnificent and sacred golden dragon, lay coiled up, seemingly asleep. Its gurgling sounds were like the most terrifying thunder, causing the void to ripple and distort.

Each breath exhaled from the nasal cavity instantly transformed into terrifying high-energy tornadoes, utterly annihilating everything within a thousand or ten thousand miles.

This golden dragon, its entire body seemingly formed from rays of light, is a life form far superior to ordinary flesh and blood!

Even every wisp of power within Him seemed to possess its own wisdom and instincts, constantly transforming into golden dragon heads that devoured worlds, providing His main body with ample sustenance.

Suddenly, a streak of light rushed back at an extremely fast speed and quietly disappeared into the body of the golden dragon, from which a message was transmitted to the dragon's brain.

The next moment, the Golden End, the Star Eater, suddenly opened its eyes.

In an instant, the dazzling golden light filled and submerged the entire dimension, leaving nothing but the golden radiance.

At that very moment, a figure appeared silently before Ghidorah, the Star Eater, in the Golden End.

That was a human being, countless times smaller than Ghidorah the Star Eater, no, even smaller than the smallest scales and whiskers on His body.

But this extremely small life form has earned the greatest vigilance of Ghidorah the Star Eater.

The Star Eater Ghidorah's pair of bright, golden eyes were fixed on Locke without blinking.

"Human, you are strong!"

Ghidorah the Planet Eater doesn't speak human language, not because he can't learn it, nor because his brain capacity is insufficient, but because he disdains it. Why should a high-dimensional being like Him learn the language of such a lowly human?

He projected his own thoughts and ideas, which he wanted to communicate, directly into Locke's mind with his own will.

Locke looked at the Golden End before him with great satisfaction. It was handsome and powerful. It was the most perfect dragon species.

Most importantly, they are very strong, extremely strong!

At this moment, the Star Eater Ghidorah in front of us does not seem to have grown to its full potential, nor has it fully entered the single-unit level. In fact, it is still just a 'young dragon'!

But this young dragon was so enormous that it was larger than an entire galaxy, and every scale on its body seemed like a planet hanging on its body.

More importantly, this Ghidorah, which can at most be considered a pseudo-single-target type, exerted a sense of pressure on Locke that was not much less than that of Dormammu, who was instantly killed by Locke before!

It is conceivable how powerful Ghidorah, the Star Eater, will be once it fully reaches adulthood and enters the realm of a single being.

At least, it could easily crush three or five Dormammu.

Looking at the Star Eater Ghidorah before him, Locke spoke.

“Ghidorah, I know your origins, your likes and dislikes, and even the aspects of you that are resisted and hated.”

“Come with me. This void dimension has never belonged to you. You are the true king of beasts and should never be forced to hide in such a place.”

The golden eyes of Ghidorah the Star Eater suddenly took on a chilling gleam as it stared at Locke before it, its gaze becoming incredibly sharp.

There was hostility and apprehension, but no expectation.

Locke shook his head and smiled: "It seems that we still need to choose the most brutal method."

"So, I'll ask you one last time: are you willingly surrendering and coming with me, or will you be beaten into coming with me?"

Silence fell, and Ghidorah's eyes grew colder, yet it hesitated to make a move. It could sense that the creature before it, which looked human, was definitely not human.

This human-like individual possesses a power that would make even Him tremble.

"It seems you've made your choice."