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[Marvel's Magic Master] Chapter 261: The Power of Sword and Magic
🕑 Added 2025-03-03 15:09:31 +0000 UTC"What?!"
Sauron had clearly stepped back to dodge the attack, yet a thin line of blood suddenly appeared on his neck, making his eyes widen in shock.
The wound wasn't normal either. Under normal circumstances, such a wound would heal in seconds, but not only did it fail to heal, it kept bleeding continuously.
"An attack imbued with a curse? Do you think that will work on me, the Demon King?"
As a learned Maia, Sauron quickly realized that this was no ordinary physical attack—it was a special magical assault laced with a curse's negative effects.
However, this was well within his expertise. He reached up to wipe his neck, and a surge of powerful dark energy absorbed the curse, sealing the wound instantly.
"This guy's defense is insane!"
George's expression grew serious. His full-powered Sectumsempra had landed squarely on Sauron's neck.
That spell was powerful enough to slice through solid rock, yet all it did was leave a minor cut on Sauron. And even the curse-induced bleeding was swiftly nullified.
It was clear—lesser deities were still gods, far beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.
Instead of continuing his attack, George quickly moved toward Finrod, who was catching his breath.
Throughout the battle, Finrod had been at a disadvantage. His elven armor had multiple cracks, and several wounds inflicted by the cursed sword marred his body.
Had George not successfully launched a sneak attack, Finrod might not have lasted much longer.
"Heal to perfection!"
As the healing spell activated, Finrod's wounds began closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Repair to perfection!"
A restoration spell followed, mending the cracks in Finrod's elven armor, restoring it to its original state.
From the previous clash, George knew that his magic alone wasn't enough to kill Sauron—it was almost impossible to deal a fatal blow.
But just because he couldn't do it didn't mean Finrod couldn't.
As long as he provided the right support, they could force Sauron to retreat—perhaps even destroy his physical form.
"Thank you. If you hadn't warned us in time, we might have been wiped out!"
Finrod was stunned as he looked down at his restored armor and healed wounds. The human who had once been in rags now wielded magic more proficiently than even an elf.
With genuine gratitude, he turned to George.
The ambush had been deadly—hundreds of orcs, led personally by Sauron. Had they carelessly walked into the valley, they might not have escaped.
But with prior knowledge, they had utilized their archery advantage and prepared properly. Now, the battle was beginning to turn in their favor.
"Prince, this is our duty as humans. Right now, the priority is defeating Sauron."
George nodded and pointed his sword toward Sauron.
Finrod's body glowed with the light of the Two Trees once more as he raised his elven sword high.
"Leave him to me. Today, I will claim his head!"
With that, he transformed into a streak of golden light, charging straight at Sauron.
The ease on Sauron's face faded as he faced Finrod's renewed assault.
"I was only playing around before, but it seems I need to get serious."
The human's magical arsenal was troublesome, and the orc army was losing ground against the Light Elves. If he didn't quickly take down Finrod and George, the battle would be lost.
With that thought, Sauron unleashed all the dark power within him.
"Sectumsempra!"
Electricity crackled around George as he dashed forward, trailing just behind Finrod. As soon as Finrod engaged Sauron, George seized the opportunity to strike again.
This time, however, Sauron was prepared. Instead of dodging, he swung his cursed sword, dispersing the invisible Sectumsempra and blocking George's attack.
"This little trick won't work on me."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure."
George smirked.
"Expelliarmus!"
At such close range, Sauron had no way to evade.
The moment the disarming spell struck, his cursed sword was wrenched from his grasp, sent flying away.
From his previous attacks, George had confirmed that while his magic worked on Sauron, its effectiveness was greatly diminished.
"Come back to me!"
Sauron frowned, reaching out to recall his weapon.
He hadn't expected the enemy to wield such peculiar magic.
But George wasn't about to let him succeed. He activated his psychic powers, exerting ten tons of force on the sword, slowing its return.
He couldn't completely stop it, but he had bought enough time.
Finrod, a master swordsman, capitalized on the opening George created, driving his sword straight toward Sauron's heart.
Sauron had no time to dodge.
The blade struck home.
Though Valar and Maia were originally spiritual beings without physical bodies, they had taken on flesh upon entering Middle-earth.
As a result, they now possessed mortal vulnerabilities—wounds to their heart or brain were significantly harder to recover from.
And just like elves and humans, they could also reproduce, passing down divine bloodlines.
For instance, the Grey Elf king Thingol—one of the three great elven kings of the Age of the Two Trees—had fallen in love with the Maia Melian, who protected the trees of Beleriand from Morgoth's corruption.
He had forsaken his journey to Valinor to stay in Middle-earth and establish the Grey Elves' kingdom.
Together, Thingol and Melian bore Lúthien, a half-god, half-elf princess.
Thingol, having once bathed in the light of the Two Trees, was one of the most powerful Light Elves in history.
Thus, his daughter Lúthien was considered the strongest and most beautiful female elf of all time—even surpassing Galadriel.
She had even infiltrated Morgoth's stronghold in Angband, using a sleep spell to render Morgoth and his servants unconscious before stealing a Silmaril from his crown alongside the human Beren.
She was the protagonist of the song The Lay of Lúthien, the one Aragorn sang in the movies.
Now, in this war of elves, Thingol and the Grey Elves had chosen not to intervene. Since the Noldor had slain many Teleri elves—Thingol's kin—he harbored deep resentment toward them.
His kingdom, protected by Melian's divine barrier, was impervious even to Morgoth's power. Thus, he had no reason to aid the Noldor.
Back on the battlefield, Sauron reeled from the wound.
His heart pierced, his body sustained severe damage.
His dark magic erupted uncontrollably, forcing George and Finrod to retreat as waves of dark energy burst forth.
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