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Looking at the god-like figure high in the sky, countless Gondor soldiers and civilians gradually showed expressions of gratitude and worship on their faces.

They then spontaneously joined Aragorn and the others to go and pay homage.

Meanwhile, outside the city, the Éomer siblings, along with a dozen or so surviving Rohan reinforcements, were heading towards Mike's direction.

"Because of your courage and keeping your promise, I, in the name of the King of Men, grant you liberation..." High in the sky, Mike looked down at the ghostly army and said, "You are free!"

"Freedom...we are finally free..."

"A thousand years, we've waited for this moment for over a thousand years..."

"..."

The ghost army, now free, wept with joy.

"Long live the King of Humanity!!!" xN

"Long live the human king..."

"..."

Immediately afterwards, led by their leader, the ghosts shouted "Long live the new King!" and thanked him for his generosity.

After shouting their praises, having completed their mission, they transformed into specks of green light and vanished into the world.

“I know him. He is the Lord of Lonely Mountain… He truly deserves the title of King of Man…”

“I remember him too, the former ‘Healer,’ who saved Gondor more than once…”

"..."

After seeing Mike's face clearly, many Gondor soldiers and civilians began to discuss it.

The story of the Healer saving Gondor sixty years ago is slowly being recalled by everyone.

"Long live the King of Men!!! Long live the Healers!!!..."

Cheers slowly rose from the crowd, quickly becoming a continuous roar, no less loud than the commotion caused by the ghost army earlier.

Aragorn and Éowyn, among others, then joined in the cheering.

Amid cheers, Mike, high in the air, once again reaped a large amount of faith points.

Seeing the total energy bar advance significantly, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face. Then, he unleashed healing power from his hand, saying, "The war is over. Your next task is to rebuild your homes..."

As the healing power descended, the soldiers and civilians who had been injured in the previous battle were pleasantly surprised to find that their injuries were slowly subsiding.

Then came another heartfelt thank you.

……

"How does it feel to be the king of humanity?"

As the crowd dispersed, Gandalf, still smiling, jokingly teased Mike, who had descended from the void.

“It’s great, I’ve never felt so good.” Mike, who had gained a lot of faith points, gave the truthful answer.

Moreover, his title of "King of Humanity" is already firmly established, and he will gain even more faith points from the various races of Middle-earth in the coming period.

"Your Majesty, could you please save my elder brother?"

While Mike was chatting with the wizard, Faramir, who had witnessed his healing abilities, quickly went to the back and carried his seriously injured and unconscious brother over.

Boromir, who had almost been burned to death, was still as black as charcoal and was clearly not out of danger yet.

"He's badly injured, but thankfully his will to live is strong..." After examining Boromir's injuries, Mike immediately conjured a large ball of healing power in his hand.

As the healing light merged with him, new flesh slowly grew over the large burns on Boromir's body. As the scabs fell off, he was reborn.

"What's wrong with me...fire...Father..."

Boromir, who suddenly opened his eyes, seemed to be in a state of mental confusion and struggled to get up.

"It's all over now, His Majesty the King saved us..." Faramir quickly stepped forward to comfort his elder brother, and told him what had happened after the other man fell unconscious.

“Your Majesty, please forgive my offense in Rivendell. You saved Gondor and me, and from now on, my life belongs to you. I would not be a man if I did not even flinch at your command.” Having accepted the fact that his father was dead, Boromir rose and knelt before Mike.

It's clear that although Boromir has his flaws, he's still a tough guy.

Mike looked at the big, goofy guy in front of him, whose skin was as smooth as a hard-boiled egg, and waved his hand with a smile, indicating that the other person didn't need to worry about it.

“Mr. Mike, could you please help treat my uncle?” Just then, Éowyn helped King Théoden forward.

The elderly King Théoden, after two consecutive fierce battles, had already suffered damage to his very essence.

Although she had recently been bathed in healing light, she still didn't look very well.

“Eowen, Mr. Mike has already done a lot of work, don’t trouble him anymore…” King Théoden scolded his niece, seemingly not wanting to cause Mike any more trouble.

After all, from a normal person's perspective, Mike had previously summoned the ghost army and healed a large number of wounded soldiers, so he must have expended a lot of energy.

"It's alright, healing one more person won't take much effort." Mike reassured King Théoden, then gathered another ball of healing power and threw it at him.

The wool comes from the sheep's back; only Mike knows that healing everyone's wounds didn't consume much of his faith power. In fact, he gained a lot from it.

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty." King Théoden, feeling much better after being treated, immediately expressed his gratitude.

His treatment not only cured his physical weakness, but also restored some of his vital essence.

I can live at least three to five years longer than before.

In conclusion, Mike deserves his thanks.

"By the way, Aragorn and King Théoden, what are your plans now?" After finishing his business, Mike looked at the two human kings.

The Orc army suffered a crushing defeat, leaving Mordor vulnerable. Now is the perfect opportunity to launch a counterattack against the Dark Lord Sauron.

Mike, of course, wouldn't let it go.

The reason for involving Gondor and Rohan was to expand their influence and prepare for harvesting faith power in the future.

"Please give me your plans, and the Kingdom of Rohan will give you its full support." The older and more experienced King Théoden seemed to have sensed something.

Moreover, having a human king lead the counterattack against Mordor is exactly what he wants to see.

“You are the new King of Men, and Gondor is willing to support your decision.” Aragorn, who had also tasted something, then looked back at Mike with a burning gaze.

No matter the time or circumstance, achieving the feat of counterattacking Mordor is something to be proud of.

Although Aragorn was not capable of being the initiator, as a descendant of Isildur, he did not mind becoming a follower of the new King.

"Are you interested in attacking Mordor?" With the situation at this point, Mike naturally didn't need to keep them in suspense.

"As expected~" x2

Aragorn and Théoden, the two human kings, exchanged a glance, both showing a knowing look on their faces.

"The warriors of Gondor are ready to answer your call at any time," Aragorn declared once again.

Gondor had just suffered devastation at the hands of the Orcish army, and attacking Mordor now would be a good opportunity to vent the anger of the Gondorian people and soldiers who had suffered losses.

"I can also immediately return to Rohan to gather an army and prepare for the attack on Mordor," King Théoden then stated.

“No need for that complicated process. There shouldn’t be many orcs left in Mordor. If all goes well, the Gondor warriors should be able to handle them…” Mike said. “As for Sauron, leave him to me.”

Among the forces of darkness, the most difficult to deal with is the Demon Lord Sauron.

Having witnessed Mike's abilities, no one doubted whether he was capable of dealing with the Demon Lord.

This eliminates the biggest hidden danger.

Furthermore, given that the dark forces had just suffered a major blow, Mike's proposal was no longer just empty talk.

"I will immediately mobilize the army; this time, we are determined to crush Mordor." Having grasped the key to this, Aragorn was suddenly filled with powerful fighting spirit.

“I still have a dozen or so Rohan cavalrymen who can join the battle,” King Théoden said, equally unwilling to be outdone.

“And me too~” Princess Iowa, who had been listening for a while, then spoke up.

"How could I miss out on this battle?! Dwarf here to fight!"

"And me, the elves, have also applied to join the battle!"

"Don't forget, there are hobbits here too..."

"..."

As the voices rang out one after another, the dwarf Gimpulse, the elf prince Legolas, the hobbits Pippin and Merry, and others stepped forward one after another.

Further to the side, the wizard Gandalf, the brothers Boromir and Éomer, and others also stepped forward, demonstrating their stance through their actions.

At this point, the great undertaking of defeating Mordor was inevitable.

……

Chapter 650 Counterattack on Mordor

"Frodo... Lord Frodo... wait, wait for me..."

Inside Mordor, on the gravel path leading to Mount Doom, Sam, panting heavily, called out to Frodo ahead.

The closer Frodo got to Mount Doom, the greater the influence of the One Ring became.

At this moment, his face was deathly pale and his pupils were unfocused. He had clearly reached his limit, but he seemed to have lost all bodily sensation, walking towards the end of the gravel road like a walking corpse.

Seeing Frodo's abnormal state, Sam was naturally worried.

Meanwhile, Sam, because of Gollum's earlier mischief, accidentally lost the emergency rations, Lanbas, that the wizard had given him.

Therefore, he had not eaten anything for many days, and he had also exhausted a lot of energy in the spider's nest while trying to save Frodo.

As a result, he is now suffering from hunger and cold, coupled with the exhaustion of the journey, and his condition is not much better than Frodo's.

Even in this situation, he was still concerned about Frodo's safety, which caused him to lose focus and step on a protruding pebble on the side of the road.

Screaming, it tumbled down the hillside.

“Frodo…Lord Frodo…”

Sam, who had just crashed into a rocky slope and was bleeding from his head, looked up helplessly, only to find that his beloved Lord Frodo was still walking forward in the same posture, as if he hadn't heard his screams.

In an instant, feelings of exhaustion, hunger, and resentment welled up inside him, bringing tears to the eyes of this simple hobbit.

"Quack quack..."

Just then, Sam heard a strange, unpleasant laugh. He turned around and saw an ugly "monster" with thin limbs and a huge head clinging to the rocks on the slope.

"It's you!" Sam glared angrily at the other person.

He would never forget the monster who had caused him and Frodo so much trouble on their journey to protect the Ring—Gollum.

I heard that the other person used to be a hobbit, but that doesn't deserve any sympathy.

"Bah, you foolish servant, you will die here, your body will rot on the ground and eventually become a pile of bones that no one will care about..."

Before Sam could retaliate, a string of vicious curses rang out from Gulp's mouth.

He then ignored Sam and chased after Frodo down the hillside path.

“Oh no… Lord Frodo is in danger… He still needs me…” Sam quickly realized that Gollum still had designs on the One Ring.

In other words, Frodo, who now possesses the One Ring, is in great danger.

So, with a bit of self-encouragement, Sam reaffirmed his resolve, slowly got up, and with sheer willpower, limped off in the direction Frodo had gone.

……

"Fellowship of the Ring, you've finally arrived!"

At the narrow pass leading to Mount Doom, a tall figure shrouded in demonic energy blocked Frodo's path.

Beneath the black robe, the man wore nine dazzling rings on his hands.

"Interesting, he even brought a little mouse..." Just as the shadowy figure was about to take the tenth ring hanging around Frodo's neck, he suddenly paused.

Then, turning to look at the hillside to the side, Gollum, who was hiding in the shadows and spying on the One Ring, was lifted up.

“M-Mercy…”

Looking into the empty eyes beneath the black robe, Guru, whose neck was being gripped by Ning Kong, trembled and begged for mercy.

The shadowy figure seemed unwilling to listen to any of this. With a clench of its five fingers, Gulu was instantly crushed into a ball of minced meat that scattered on the ground.

There wasn't even time for a scream.

On the other side, death was happening right before his eyes, but Frodo still seemed not to see it, his pale eyes still staring blankly into the void ahead.