Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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"I'll remember you, human!" 

Sauron shot George a venomous glare before issuing the command for a full retreat. 

But George had no intention of letting him escape so easily—strike while the enemy is weak. 

If they failed to kill Sauron today, the next opportunity might never come. 

"Your Highness, we can't let him get away!" 

"Kill!" 

Finrod shared George's thoughts. Before George could even finish speaking, Finrod had already surged forward, sword in hand, ready to strike once more. 

"You're courting death!" 

Seeing them charge again, Sauron gritted his teeth and temporarily abandoned healing his grievous chest wound. Instead, he unleashed a massive surge of dark divine power, spreading like a storm cloud toward George and Finrod. 

The overwhelming darkness pressed down on them, momentarily restraining their movements. 

"May the radiance of the Holy Trees illuminate the elves. With my sacred blade, I shall sever your head in the name of my people's honor!" 

Chanting a sacred incantation, Finrod's golden aura intensified. Despite the oppressive dark energy, he began pushing forward, step by step, resisting Sauron's power. 

George, meanwhile, didn't remain idle. A golden magic circle flared to life in front of him. 

"Light Magic: Domain of Radiance!" 

A brilliant surge of holy light erupted from his body, forcing the darkness away. 

However, unlike Finrod, George did not press forward. Instead, he utilized Apparition, vanishing from sight as he slipped past the oppressive dark energy. 

When he reappeared, he was already positioned a safe distance behind Sauron. 

Apparition wasn't foolproof. If he had teleported too close, a seasoned warrior like Sauron could have easily counterattacked the moment he arrived. 

Thus, to ensure his safety, he left some distance. His first goal was simply to break free from the darkness' suppression. 

"Accio!" 

Extending his hand, George summoned another elven longsword into his grip. Then, in a flash of lightning, he shot toward Sauron's exposed back. 

With his left hand, he executed a straightforward but powerful downward slash aimed at Sauron's skull. 

Sauron reacted swiftly. While still suppressing Finrod with dark magic, he raised his demonic sword with one hand and blocked George's strike. 

George, however, was already prepared. 

With his right hand, he thrust his second longsword directly at Sauron's side. 

"Clang!" 

The blade struck Sauron's blackened armor, failing to pierce through. 

Unlike Finrod, George did not have the radiant blessing of the Two Trees, nor did he wield a legendary elven holy sword. His ordinary elven blade simply lacked the power to cut through Sauron's armor. 

But that didn't matter—piercing the armor was never the goal. 

"Avada Kedavra!" 

A sickly green Killing Curse shot out at point-blank range, striking Sauron directly. 

The soul-affecting magic caused Sauron's body to seize up for an instant, disrupting the dark energy he had been exerting. 

George knew that the Killing Curse alone wouldn't be enough to slay someone as steeped in darkness as Sauron. 

But he didn't need to kill him—he just needed to disrupt Sauron's power for one second. 

And one second was all Finrod needed. 

"Damn it!" 

Sauron instantly realized the trap. Without hesitation, he released his left hand from his wounded chest and grabbed the elven blade George had pressed against his armor. 

A surge of blazing demonic fire erupted from his palm, melting the elven sword on the spot. 

Then, seeing Finrod's blade racing toward his throat, he prepared to unleash another blast of dark energy to repel him. 

He knew this would further damage his physical body—but at this point, that no longer mattered. 

If his body was destroyed, it would take decades to reconstruct a new one. 

"Light Magic: Radiant Burst!" 

Unfortunately for Sauron, George was one step ahead of him—again. 

As soon as his sword melted away, a golden magic circle flared behind George. 

A pillar of pure holy light, as thick as a barrel, blasted into Sauron, forcing his body into another momentary paralysis. 

He had learned his Holy Light magic from Fairy Tail, and its properties were strikingly similar to the power that the Elves had inherited from the Holy Trees—both capable of countering the dark forces wielded by Morgoth and his armies. 

"I need to become Guild Master sooner and learn Fairy Law." 

If, at this moment, instead of Radiant Burst, he had unleashed the Ultimate Light Magic: Fairy Law, then Sauron wouldn't have merely been momentarily paralyzed—his physical body might have been destroyed outright. 

He still vividly remembered that colossal light magic circle covering an entire town's sky. 

"Slash!" 

A flash of crimson. 

Sauron's entire right arm, the one wielding his dark sword, was severed. 

Even as one of the strongest Maiar, his power immense, he had managed to unleash everything he had at the last moment, avoiding a fatal strike to his neck. Yet, he still lost his sword arm. 

His face was deathly pale, his body weakened—clearly, he had paid a heavy price for that last-second evasion. 

"Light Magic: Radiant Array!" 

Having driven Sauron into such a dire state, how could George possibly let up now? Without hesitation, he followed up with another Holy Light spell. 

Wary that Sauron might dodge, he opted for Radiant Array—a weaker spell in terms of raw power but one that fired a barrage of concentrated attacks. 

His battle strategy remained the same: not to deal the finishing blow himself, but to restrict Sauron as much as possible, allowing Finrod, the stronger attacker, to land the decisive strike. 

And Finrod did not disappoint. 

The thousand-year-old elf, having severed Sauron's right arm, lunged forward in a flash. The moment George's magic connected, he planned to end Sauron's life once and for all. 

But then— 

An unexpected turn of events. 

A colossal wolf leaped out from behind Sauron, placing itself between him and George, using its own body to absorb the Radiant Array's blast. 

Simultaneously, a sultry, bat-winged vampire queen, wielding twin bone swords, intercepted Finrod's killing strike. 

These were Sauron's most devoted lieutenants, both once Maiar themselves—Draugluin, the Warg King, and Thuringwethil, the Vampire Queen. 

They had arrived to save their master. 

Having already received Sauron's command for a full retreat, they had been leading the Orc armies back toward Angband. 

"Draugluin, hold the line!" 

After exchanging a few fierce clashes with Finrod, Thuringwethil transformed into a swirling mass of blood mist, enveloping Sauron's heavily wounded body before vanishing into the retreating Orc horde. 

Meanwhile, Draugluin shifted into his true form—an enormous, hundred-meter-long Dire Wolf, standing as an impenetrable barrier between George, Finrod, and their escaping prey. 

"So close!" 

George let out a quiet sigh, then, without hesitation, pulled his hands apart before slamming them together— 

"Plasma Electromagnetic Cannon!" 

A searing surge of plasma and electromagnetic force blasted straight into Draugluin's open maw, traveling down his throat and into his belly. 

The mighty Warg King howled in agony, its massive frame toppling over, writhing in pain. 

Without missing a beat, Finrod lunged forward and severed its head with a single, decisive strike. 

"What a waste." 

George's gaze followed the retreating Orc horde, now swallowed by the swirling black mist marking the borders of Morgoth's domain. 

Chasing them any further would be reckless. If they trespassed into Morgoth's territory, the Dark Lord himself might intervene personally—a risk they could not afford. 

Thus, they had no choice but to abandon the pursuit. 

The Elven army regrouped. 

Of the once mighty host, only a thousand soldiers remained—half their original numbers. 

Even though their strategy of using lightning and arrow barrages had wiped out nearly half of the Orcs, their enemy's sheer numbers had been overwhelming. 

The Elves had won—but it had not been an effortless victory. 

Realizing this, Finrod's gratitude toward George deepened. 

He knew, without a doubt—his life, and the lives of these thousand remaining Elves, had been saved by George. 

(End of Chapter)