"Die!!!"
Feeling Mike's aura growing stronger and unable to withstand the pressure, Sauron chose to strike first.
Instantly, the Nine Rings in Sauron's hand, representing power, honor, faith, and wealth, burst forth with dazzling light.
For thousands of years, the undead who had been ruled by the Nine Rings were drawn out; though they should have had faith, their minds had now been corrupted by the One Ring.
One by one, with faces like hungry ghosts, they submitted to Sauron.
The powerful demonic energy that gathered around Sauron almost occupied all of Mordor.
"Oh no, everyone retreat quickly…"
This power, composed of resentment, was several times stronger than the ghost army Mike had summoned earlier.
As a result, Gandalf's face changed drastically upon sensing this power, and he immediately shouted for the Gondor warriors to withdraw from Mordor.
In just a moment, many Gondor soldiers had already lost their minds due to the scattered demonic energy, beginning to hack at each other indiscriminately.
"A little capable, but not much!"
Mike, at the heart of the storm, naturally wouldn't stand by and watch the human warriors harm each other, so he unleashed an equal amount of Power Of Faith, dispelling the demonic energy in the air.
And Sauron seemed to have been waiting for this moment.
"Die!!!"
While Mike was "preoccupied," Sauron integrated all the power gathered by the Nine Rings into the One Ring.
Finally, a dark, pitch-black long spear condensed and thrust towards Mike's chest.
It could be said that Sauron's thousands of years of planning were all concentrated in this single blow.
Carrying the power to destroy everything…
But soon, Sauron's expression, hidden beneath his black robe, changed from smugness to shock.
The dark spear, which should have carried the power to destroy everything, broke into pieces inch by inch upon contact with the Light Armor Shield on Mike's body.
The entire process didn't even break through the Light Armor's passive defense.
"Is this your confidence? It's nothing more than this!" Mike patted his chest where no dust existed, his eyes filled with disdain.
The spectacle was grand, yet the actual damage was even less than Queen Galadriel's full-force attack.
To be honest, Mike was quite disappointed with Sauron, who bore such a grand title.
"How is this possible? How can your power be so strong…"
Having missed his attack, Sauron began to doubt his life, especially Mike's nonchalant expression, which filled him with great fear.
From Sauron's past secretive behavior, it was clear he was a very life-preserving individual.
So, realizing he was no match, Sauron immediately transformed into black mist and fled into the distance.
"Ringwraiths, stop him for me…"
Before leaving, he didn't forget to summon the Ringwraiths to delay Mike's pursuit.
"As expected, just a rat that only knows how to run!"
Mike sneered, then immediately summoned eight chains entwined with golden runes, locking down the eight Ringwraiths who came to block him.
Then he flew up and chased in the direction Sauron had fled.
"I didn't expect the source of fear that plagued Middle-earth for so many years to be defeated just like that."
Watching Sauron and Mike leave one after another, Gandalf couldn't help but sigh.
"Indeed, who would have thought that Sauron would have this day…"
"Like a stray dog…"
"…"
Without Sauron and the eight Ringwraiths, the remaining Orc forces were no longer a concern, so Aragorn and others, now free, also sighed with emotion.
Beside them, Princess Éowyn, mingling in the crowd, watched the eight Ringwraiths locked by golden runes, and her eyes slowly lit up.
Knowing the Ringwraiths' weakness, she had a bold idea.
…
"What, not running anymore?"
On the other side, Mike, who had pursued him to the Dark Tower, found Sauron's true form here: a giant demonic eye burning with black flames.
The One Ring had become its pupil, while the other nine rings orbited around it.
"Where there is light, there is darkness… If you spare my life… I am willing to submit… and help you rule all of Middle-earth…"
A muffled voice echoed from all directions, carrying immense seductive power.
"I didn't expect you to be a philosopher, but unfortunately, I'm not interested in ruling Middle-earth." Mike stepped forward, about to take the One Ring from the demonic eye.
"Wait, everything is negotiable, I can give you anything you want…" The demonic eye's pupil contracted, hiding the One Ring deeper, then the voice continued, "On the contrary, killing me will do you no good."
It was clear that Sauron was desperate.
"Is that so? Then hand over the One Ring, let me see your sincerity first." Mike stared at the demonic eye with a half-smile.
The One Ring was Sauron's lifeline. Having witnessed Mike's strength, he naturally wouldn't hand over his life to the other party.
"You forced me!!!"
Accompanied by Sauron's hysterical voice, the entire Dark Tower seemed to "come alive," the surrounding rock walls rapidly deforming and contracting, pressing towards Mike.
Like Saruman's Wizard's Tower, Sauron's stronghold, the Dark Tower, also had the effect of amplifying his abilities.
Furthermore, Sauron was now overdrawing all his demonic energy, intending to perish together with Mike.
"Finally, something interesting, but to deal with me, it's still a bit lacking!"
Mike, possessing the abilities of an Earth Demon, also had the power to change terrain, so the rock-built Dark Tower naturally couldn't harm him.
With a wave of his hand, the surrounding rock walls receded like a tide.
Then, under the combined power of the two forces, the Dark Tower seemed to go mad; some rocks, under Sauron's overdrawn power, still pressed towards Mike, while others formed a protective wall around Mike.
Soon, under the stalemate of the two forces, many rock fragments were slowly crushed into powder.
Finally, amidst a large amount of dust, the entire Dark Tower collapsed into ruins from the inside out.
Taking advantage of the dust obscuring his vision, the demonic eye, shrunken countless times and carrying the dimmed One Ring, once again fled into the distance.
"Quite a strong will to survive, aren't we?"
As the dust settled, Mike, protected by a thin, eggshell-like shield, reappeared high in the sky.
Then his figure flickered and he vanished from his original spot.
"Is this the burial ground you chose for yourself?"
Sauron, fleeing in panic, heard a devilish voice again when he reached the sky above Mount Doom behind Mordor.
Before he could react.
Mike, who appeared unhurriedly above the demonic eye, used the Holy Cross in his hand to strike the shrunken, miniature demonic eye down towards Mount Doom below, as if bouncing a ball.
It was only at this moment that Sauron realized Mike had been toying with him all along.
The other party clearly had the ability to destroy him much earlier, but chose to lead him to Mount Doom.
It seemed like there was an opportunity to escape, but fate was already sealed.
Mount Doom, the place where the One Ring was forged, was also the perfect place to destroy the One Ring.
With a "plop," the sound of a stone falling into water, the demonic eye, along with the ten rings inside it, slowly sank into the volcanic lava.
Then, Sauron's painful and unwilling wails echoed from the lava.
Like a demon from hell…
But soon, when the One Ring was completely melted by the lava, the wailing slowly subsided.
Thus, Sauron, who had plagued Middle-earth for thousands of years, met his demise.
At the same time, the faint demonic and spiritual energy drifting above Middle-earth also slowly disappeared.
…
"The age of Men in Middle-earth has arrived!"
At the Grey Havens, Queen Galadriel, feeling the change in spiritual energy, showed a look of relief.
…
In the Greenwood Forest, Elven King Thranduil, who was organizing his people's retreat, also abruptly stopped at the same time, staring blankly at the distant sky.
His expression looked incredibly complex…
Humans might not yet perceive the changes in Middle-earth, but the Elves could sense that they had completely lost their right to live in Middle-earth.