Chapter 029: Two Fingers

After sending off Elsa and Anna and bidding farewell to their mother, Queen Aduna, Wang Bo returned to the Lonely Mountain and resumed his daily life.

Every day, he either spent time with Xiao Bai and Xiao Qing or taught Elsa and Anna magic.

The dwarves, meanwhile, continued to work tirelessly.

A few weeks later, accompanied by a cheer, hundreds of dwarves had worked together, spending vast amounts of time and materials, to forge an unparalleled treasure... the Armor of the Balrog!

It was finally completed.

Led by Thorin, the dwarves eagerly presented this treasure to Wang Bo.

The Armor of the Balrog resembled the Pegasus Cloth in design, but its color was a vivid blood-red, appearing very flamboyant. The entire suit was composed of hundreds of parts, assembled together in an incredibly cool fashion.

More importantly, because the Armor of the Balrog incorporated the Heart of the Balrog, mithril, and other materials, it was very light yet extremely hard—even harder than diamond.

Even with Wang Bo's current strength, destroying the Armor of the Balrog would require considerable effort.

After repeated enhancements, Wang Bo's strength had long reached the level of millions of tons, yet even so, the Armor of the Balrog was not easily shattered by him.

From this, one could see the power of the Armor of the Balrog.

Additionally, Wang Bo discovered that besides being hard, the Armor of the Balrog was also resistant to high temperatures.

He fired his heat vision at the armor; his heat vision had long reached the temperature of the sun's surface, but even so, it did not melt the armor.

This fully demonstrated the excellence of the Armor of the Balrog.

Furthermore, a man wearing the Armor of the Balrog could gain immense power, control flames, and release temperatures rivaling the sun's surface.

That was truly terrifying.

Wang Bo suspected that if someone wore the Armor of the Balrog, they might be able to exchange a few blows with him. Across all the myriad worlds, this was undoubtedly a very formidable treasure.

"Excellent." Wang Bo did not stint on his praise, lavishing compliments on the dwarves. "I like this treasure very much. You have done well. I am willing to keep our agreement."

With a grand wave of his hand, Wang Bo said to Thorin, "Now, you may go to the treasure room and take your share—one-fifth of the hoard."

Thorin was ecstatic.

One-fifth of a kingdom's treasure was an unimaginable fortune. With this wealth, he could begin the work of rebuilding Khazad-dûm.

On the other hand, after taking the Armor of the Balrog, Wang Bo used the Mirror of Replication to copy it a hundred or eighty times. He found that the replicated armor was nearly identical to the original.

Except for a reduction in flame-controlling power, both defense and heat resistance were about the same as the original.

Wang Bo could, at any time, use the Armor of the Balrog to form a terrifying Balrog legion.

And this army, clad in the Armor of the Balrog, would be invincible on the ground.

With this force, Wang Bo could easily conquer Middle-earth; no one could stop this army—not elves, not men, not dwarves, and certainly not hobbits.

But Wang Bo would not do so, after all, he was merely an outsider and must not be too conspicuous.

...

However, Wang Bo did not expect that on the third day after obtaining the Armor of the Balrog,

a cataclysmic explosion occurred in Middle-earth.

The explosion was so terrifying that from a distant place, a beam of light shot into the sky, startling the entire continent.

Standing on the Lonely Mountain, Wang Bo could clearly see in the far distance an invisible wave of power sweeping across all of Middle-earth. The strength of this force far exceeded Wang Bo's own magical power.

In the face of this power, Wang Bo felt like a newborn baby.

To be honest, upon sensing this power fluctuation, Wang Bo was utterly terrified.

He had never seen such a powerful force, so at the first moment, he donned his Cloth, took up Gungnir, and raised his Cosmo to the peak of the Eighth Sense.

It was precisely because of this that Wang Bo could feel the terror of this power.

At the center of the explosion, an unimaginable evil energy was wantonly released. This evil was so dreadful that Wang Bo, merely seeing it from afar, felt his soul on the verge of corruption.

All kinds of negative emotions flooded his mind.

But fortunately, Wang Bo was now at the peak of the Eighth Sense and severed these negative emotions almost instantly.

Nevertheless, Wang Bo was still deeply shaken.

This evil energy was unimaginably powerful; Wang Bo even suspected that it could easily destroy all of Middle-earth.

But just then, an invisible wave swept across Middle-earth.

In an instant, time in Middle-earth was frozen.

Even Wang Bo, at the peak of the Eighth Sense, was frozen in time—only his mind continued to function, while his body remained motionless.

Then, the sky over Middle-earth split open.

A divine radiance descended from the heavens, accompanied by music that Wang Bo could not understand. The light fell upon every corner of Middle-earth.

Then, Wang Bo saw two fingers.

They were very slender fingers, like white jade, holy and bright, descending from the sky into Middle-earth, lightly pinching a giant over ten thousand meters tall.

This giant exuded unparalleled evil energy. In its presence, Wang Bo felt like a child; even at the peak of the Eighth Sense, he could not resist it.

But the two enormous fingers pinched the giant and squeezed gently.

With a squelch, the giant was crushed, blood raining down like a downpour. The overwhelming evil energy scattered into the void, but in the next second, the divine radiance purified it.

The pervasive evil energy was cleansed completely by the light, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Then, the giant fingers gradually faded, the split sky healed, and the divine radiance slowly disappeared.

Everything returned to normal.

Time began to flow again, and Wang Bo could once more control his body, but the shock in his heart lingered for a long time.

He was certain that Middle-earth had no giant over ten thousand meters tall with such terrifying evil energy. Clearly, this fellow was the second transmigrator in Middle-earth.

Gandalf had once said that the great evil energy he sensed in the Misty Mountains must have been this transmigrator.

And this transmigrator was clearly not a quiet one.

After leaving the Misty Mountains, he might have been doing something terrible, which provoked Ilúvatar.