"Come here. Lock up all these stupid elves. They’re all treasures I’m dedicating to the gods."

"Master Priest, do these elves have to be killed?"

Galadriel in the crystal ball was startled.

Then her expression changed drastically and she screamed.

"No... you can’t do this! They’re innocent! These elves are innocent! Don’t kill them!"

In response to this war.

Galadriel and the others had gathered all the warriors in their tribes who could fight.

If they all died.

Then the elves would go extinct!

This was a fact that Galadriel absolutely could not accept. Even if she were killed, even if she were defiled by that unknown god.

She didn’t want to see the elves disappear into history.

"Oh? It seems Her Majesty the Queen of Lothlórien has something to say?"

Saruman’s voice passed into the crystal ball.

His tone was full of mockery.

But Galadriel seemed to have grasped the last straw. She tried to make her smile more natural, her fingers combing through her dazzling hair.

She looked at Saruman directly.

"I beg your great envoy. Galadriel is willing to submit and will no longer resist. Please don’t kill these young people, I implore you.

"They are the last hope of the elves."

"That’s not enough. Well... since the Queen is so aware of the situation, give them the antidote first. As for how many will be killed, that depends on the Queen’s performance."

"Yes, my lord."

The servant outside said respectfully.

Then Saruman hung Galadriel on a branch.

Letting her witness the scene of her kin being imprisoned.

Of course, Galadriel could also choose to resist, but the price would be that all these people would be killed.

"Master, I didn’t expect this Elven Queen to be so foolish. With just a little trick, she gave in..."

"What do you know? This is how things are done. And these elves—I still have great use for them. If I really killed a hundred thousand elves, the gods would blame me."

"Yes, my lord."

The servant following Saruman said respectfully.

In fact, Galadriel had seen through it, but they had deliberately let her see.

Most of the other tribespeople had merely been cursed.

In such haste.

Unless Saruman wanted to poison these people, where could he have found so many mind-control drugs?

As a figure who aspired to become the High Priest of a hero’s world.

Saruman had always believed that to conquer people’s hearts, one must break the opponent’s beliefs.

This was the easiest way.

Otherwise, countless hours would be wasted.

King Elrond. King Thranduil.

If these two kings weren’t needed to control the elves, he would have killed them already.

Currently, the orcs were building altars.

It was estimated to be completed in three days.

What kind of rewards would he receive?

Saruman couldn’t help but wonder. His youthful face was full of confident expression.

An hour later.

Next to the Golden Queen, there was another crystal ball.

It held Arwen.

The two most beautiful women among the elves were now both prisoners.

Although the latter was young, she didn’t seem to want to struggle at all. Instead, she sat with her legs bent in the crystal ball, quietly waiting for her fate.

Before long.

A scream appeared in the air.

The two Ringwraiths had finally caught up.

Galadriel looked blankly at the shadows in the sky, no fluctuation in her eyes.

Instead, Arwen beside her prayed softly.

"Ringwraiths, quickly attack! Defeat Saruman! Kill him...!"

Kill?

Galadriel couldn’t help but shake her head.

This child had been driven mad. How could mere Ringwraiths stop Saruman?

Sure enough, after just a few breaths.

Two dark rays of light flew from the city.

The two Ringwraiths were hit one after another.

"Ahhh..."

The Ringwraiths, together with their mounts, turned into flames and fell.

Knights who seemed invincible among mortals.

In Saruman’s hands, they couldn’t even survive a single move.

This was his trump card.

Even Morgoth had been looked down upon by him. He was indeed very powerful.

"No... why is this happening..."

Arwen said despairingly.

Then a depressed sobbing sound reached her ears.

Galadriel comforted her. "Stop struggling. Give up, Arwen... Accept our fate."

The latter ignored her.

But the sound gradually disappeared.

On the second day, a regular visitor arrived at the city at noon.

Gandalf.

"Saruman, come out here!!! Your tricks have been seen through by me..."

Gandalf was wearing a white robe, standing in the air with an angry expression on his face.

Bringing chaos to the continent.

Killing countless elves.

Controlling Rohan and Gondor.

What else couldn’t this man do?

He couldn’t think of anything, but as a righteous wizard, he had the right to eradicate this evil person.

Of course, Gandalf also had selfish motives.

If the powerful Saruman was eradicated, then he would become the master of the continent.

Suddenly.

Gandalf received no response. He looked down, and a familiar figure appeared before his eyes.

It was Galadriel, Queen of Lothlórien.

She was locked in a magic crystal ball like a caged bird.

No... what on earth had happened here?

Gandalf looked at her helplessness, and an improper thought spread in his heart.

So even the aloof Queen of the Elves.

Had such miserable times.

In the past, he had pursued her relentlessly, only to be looked down upon countless times.

In the end, he could only bury this affection deep in his heart.

If he could save the Queen, could he win her heart?

Gandalf flew straight down as if injected with adrenaline, stopping just three meters from Galadriel.

A black magic net flew at him from all directions.

Not good.

He’d fallen into a trap!

Gandalf broke out in a cold sweat.

He wanted to escape from this place.

But the gravity here had been strengthened tenfold.

There was a thud.

Gandalf fell flat on his face.

Planted directly on the ground.

He looked utterly disheveled, blood streaming from his nose.

"Hehe... Is this the proud Gandalf? Is that all you’ve got..."

Treacherous laughter came from a distance.

Saruman walked slowly from the entrance of the street.

His eyes were scornful and contemptuous.

Gandalf, having been caught, just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

He had failed to save the beauty and instead became a prisoner himself.

This was too damned humiliating.

His old face couldn’t take it anymore.

Bewitched by beauty.

However excited he had been moments ago, that’s how much Gandalf regretted now.

But who could blame him for not noticing so much?

In a moment, Saruman came to him, holding a silver dagger in his hand, and sneered. "Did you know? A long time ago, I was very annoyed by arrogant people like you. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Your actions will arouse the anger of the gods."

"Oh? Then I wonder if the gods you speak of can defeat the god I believe in."

Squelch.

The knife was aimed at a certain position and swung.

Gandalf’s eyes widened instantly, and then he screamed.

Arwen looked at the flying object and shrieked in horror.

Galadriel had already closed her eyes.

A generation of wizards had been castrated.

Saruman was simply a demon!

No... he was more evil than a demon. He was a fallen devil incarnate.

"These two women are sacrifices I’m offering to the gods. Since you like to watch, then I’ll help you by cutting off this useless thing..."

"Woo... woo..."

Gandalf collapsed on the ground, staring at Saruman with bloodshot eyes.

Such a humiliating thing.

He had never experienced it.

It was truly hateful.

If he could move, he would definitely kill this man.

But unfortunately, Gandalf could do nothing but weep.

Of course, he wasn’t dead either.

Because as a witness to the gods, Saruman still had use for him.

The third day.

The altar was finally completed.

Galadriel and Arwen were released. They knelt in the middle of the altar and were placed together with the other treasures.

And the high-ranking elves like Elrond.

Were escorted nearby by Saruman’s servants and pressed to the ground.

Saruman saw that the audience was assembled.

He began his speech.

"When I came to this continent, I kept thinking about a question. Since the gods in the immortal realm have such powerful strength, why don’t they come here?

"So I thought hard and came to a conclusion.

"They just want to toy with these people.

"As ordinary people once, after gaining strength by accident, they became proud and considered themselves gods.

"But they don’t know that they are merely human..."

No one agreed.

The elves looked at Saruman with eyes full of anger and hatred.

This blasphemer.

Why didn’t God appear to kill him?

And Gandalf kept cursing in his heart.

He wanted to speak.

Unfortunately, Saruman thought he talked too much, so he had shoved a toilet-cleaning mop into his mouth.

As a result, the world was quiet.

"Morgoth and Sauron are actually quite good, but it’s a pity they’re a bit weak. One has no helpers and just wants to destroy the world.

"Creating mindless, pure idiots.

"So they are all restricted and can only rely on others to promote them.

"For example, finding me...

"But I also made the same mistake as them—that is, thinking about defeating the so-called gods through human power. So the plan hadn’t even started.

"Then the Eternal God appeared and corrected my mistake.

"At the same time, I also understood that all the gods in this world are false..."

Saruman said this, looked at the sky, and shouted madly. "Sauron, I know you’re here! Why don’t you show yourself... I’m telling you, I killed those two Ringwraiths just to draw you out. Die!!!"

Galadriel on the altar was shocked.

How many things had Saruman planned!!!

In the dim sky.

A magic eye appeared before Saruman.

Cold and ruthless.

The terrifying magic eye locked onto Saruman.

"Great Eternal God, I beg you to come..."

A horrifying ray was launched from the eye of the demon. Galadriel and Arwen below were so frightened they screamed.