Chapter 278: I'm Never Coming Back

In these seven days, Allen witnessed countless terrifying and cruel torture instruments in the darkness—sharp spikes, rough iron racks—the mottled blood on which hadn't completely peeled off even after being soaked in the seabed for thousands of years.

Even in his dreams, Allen would be startled awake because he saw these torture instruments.

Those slaves who had suffered cruel harm left one curse after another on the sturdy walls of the prison using any tools they could find, in Quenya and Sindarin, to accuse their tragic encounters.

"I curse, I curse you, Morgoth!! You will live forever in endless desire and never be satisfied, continuing until this world is destroyed!!"

"Elantari, when will you, in your brilliance, appear, expel the boundless darkness and pain here, and sweep the filthy enemies into the Void!!"

Allen, seeing these words, felt deep despair and tragic wailing, which made him speed up his exploration. Allen was worried that if he stayed in such an environment for too long, he might go crazy.

To avoid entering those terrifying rooms again, Allen used tools to make various marks on the walls, and when he encountered stairs, he would only choose the downward road, because Allen's destination was in the extremely deep hall of Angband.

That place was once illuminated by fire, full of weapons that brought death and torture, and on a high staircase was Morgoth's throne.

And that sword Ringil was under the stone slab of the throne, stepped on by Morgoth day and night.

The stairs of Angband were as complex as a labyrinth, densely covering the entire fortress, and every door was not much different, and there were no patterns like those made by Dwarves to provide hints.

Every time, Allen picked the largest archway in his line of sight to try his luck, because Morgoth's dark body was as tall as a black tower, and a door that was too small should be impossible to pass through.

Finally, after crossing a giant archway that had already collapsed, Allen saw countless huge stairs leading upward. The light emitted by the crystal lamp couldn't even reach the top.

And those huge stairs each had a height of at least one meter at the lowest level. If it weren't for the fact that he could move easily in water, then just climbing these stairs would be enough of a struggle.

Don't know how much time passed, Allen, who kept moving upward along the stairs, saw the smashed throne, as well as the stone slab he had been thinking about, under which was buried the sword of the High King of the Elves, Ringil.

But this stone slab seemed to have been welded to the ground. The longsword in Allen's hand had already been pried and broken, but it hadn't moved a fraction.

"I don't believe it."

Allen, while muttering to himself, exchanged a cold-shimmering chisel from the simulator. The sharp edge of the chisel was even engraved with the runes of the Noldor clan.

This thing's original function was to engrave patterns on steel, which could be said to be incomparably sharp. Now it was used by Allen to split the stone slab.

"Ding" "Ding" "Ding" "Ding"

The sound of knocking echoed in the hall. Although swinging weapons in water would encounter huge resistance, Water Protection still brought Allen a point of force, allowing him to successfully complete the knocking action.

As the hammer kept falling, that stubborn stone slab gradually showed tiny cracks, which made Allen, who saw hope, swing the hammer even more vigorously, one after another, until a piece of stone was cleared away, revealing a bit of sword body that was emitting cold light.

Allen, seeing the sword light, manipulated the tools in his hand even more carefully, smashing the stone slab bit by bit, until the sword body was completely cleared out, and then he put down the tools in his hand and held Ringil, which had been buried for thousands of years, in his hand.

Even after thousands of years, this Elven sword was still sharp, and when swung, the blade shone with light like starlight.

With a "swish," the sharp blade cut off two pitch-black, slippery heads smoothly.

Don't know since when, the entire hall was full of dense black shadows, surrounding Allen who was on the throne.

What kind of monsters were these? Their size was not much different from Goblins, they had no legs, their lower bodies grew long tails like snakes, and between their sharp claws was a thin membrane, just like some amphibians.

The slippery heads had no eyes, and the nose positions were only left with two pitch-black holes. A big mouth that could split to the root of the ears was full of dense sharp teeth, and a black long tongue like a snake's kept swallowing.

Allen looked at this appearance of the enemy and felt as if he had traveled to the world of Cthulhu, and his SAN value was dropping rapidly.

"Swish" "Swish" "Swish" "Swish"

Ringil's radiance flashed frequently in the hall, and one enemy after another died under the sharp and peerless sword edge. Black snow instantly muddied the originally clear seawater, and the corpses scattered on the side were swarmed by the surrounding monsters and torn to pieces.

Looking at the monsters gnawing on their own kind, Allen kept killing the enemies that were approaching, and by the way, kicked the corpses they left aside to fight for a little space to flash and move.

But the enemies surrounding them were endless, a black mass that couldn't be killed. Looking at the space around him getting smaller and smaller, Allen gritted his teeth, exchanged a steel shield from the simulator, and used it to block his upper body.

Subsequently, Allen took a deep breath, then drummed up all his strength, used the wind to raise his own speed to the limit, and his body hit it like a cannonball, leaving a series of bubbling air bubbles in place.

The sturdy shield knocked away one enemy after another, floating in the sea as if they were fallen leaves, completely unable to block Allen who was charging wildly.

Ringil, shimmering with cold light, crisscrossed, and the flashing sharpness passed through the bodies of countless monsters, stopping their movements and also taking away their lives.

As the shield in front of him cleared, Allen swung the sword in his hand rapidly, killed a few monsters that had just bitten his legs, and ran along the stairs he came from, fleeing here without stopping.

When would this killing end? He didn't know how many monsters had already died under Allen's sword, but the ones chasing behind him were still dense and countless.

Run, hurry up and run.

The stairs in front of him seemed endless. Allen ran forward all the way, passing through countless archways—big ones, small ones, broken ones, complete ones. More monsters emerged from nowhere, blocking Allen's path, and were subsequently smashed to pieces by the sword edge shimmering with cold light.

Thanks to the marks he had made on the rock wall, Allen fled very disheveledly, but the road never went wrong. The correct route that took seven days to explore was finished in just two hours at this time, and he arrived at the hub of this fortress again.

It was just that this place had been completely occupied by monsters. Dense pitch-black heads, plus mouths full of sharp teeth, were all facing Allen's side.

At this moment, Allen already understood that if he wanted to pass, there was only one road left, and that was to kill, kill all the enemies blocking his eyes, and pile up a road with corpses.

In this instant, Allen, having suppressed himself for so long, released his desire to destroy everything, and a roar filled with malice echoed throughout the entire hall.

Ringil's cold light shone like thunder, shattering countless enemies in one charge after another. Every step Allen took represented the death of several monsters, but the enemies were still endless and still rushed up without fear of death.

In this endless slaughter, black filthy blood spread rapidly, soon becoming so thick that his line of sight couldn't penetrate it, and the broken limbs of the monsters were scattered all over the stone hall.

Don't know how much time passed, the panting Allen finally stopped swinging the sword. At this time, he had already broken through the sea of blood and arrived at the tunnel he had walked down initially, and there was no movement behind him.

Those eyeless monsters seemed to have been killed by him, or seemed to be timid in the face of such violent slaughter, or it was possible they had obtained enough food and returned to their deep and black nests contentedly.

In short, the surrounding environment finally returned to quiet again. Allen lifted his leg and stepped onto the stairs returning to the sea surface, with only one thought in his heart.

"The sea is really a terrifying place. I'm never coming back."

Along the pitch-black tunnel, Allen soon walked out of Thangorodrim. The light here was much better. Looking up, mottled sunlight penetrated from the water surface.

This should be a sunny weather. Allen, seeing the sunlight, breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to encounter a rainstorm again. Next, he needed to fly in the sky of the sea for a long time to find the sailing ship that had already left here.

In the storm, he couldn't fly for a long time, and even had the risk of being struck by lightning.

"Rhea~ ah~"

A terrifying roar suddenly rang out. Allen turned back to look, and a big mouth full of sharp teeth was rapidly attacking in his direction. Damn it, it was that vengeful sea serpent.

Allen, who had just killed his way out of the monster pile, instantly had bloodshot eyes. His figure, which was floating upward, instantly emitted a large amount of air bubbles, and that somewhat disheveled figure flashed to the side with a "whoosh," dodging that big mouth that made people look on with awe.

The snow-white sharp teeth extended all the way to the bottomless throat. The target bitten would probably be ground to pieces and then swallowed into the stomach.

Allen, who flashed to the side, didn't escape the water surface, but firmly grabbed the sea serpent's dorsal fin, and subsequently stabbed Ringil in his hand fiercely.

The slippery scales that looked extremely sturdy on the sea serpent's back were like nothing under Ringil's sharpness, and the blade smoothly went in to the hilt.

Allen let go of his left hand grabbing the dorsal fin, firmly gripped the Elven sword, controlled his posture to slide all the way down, and opened a huge wound over ten meters long on the sea serpent's long body.

"Woo! ~"

The sea serpent, having suffered heavy injuries, was instantly gripped by fear in its heart. Although living in the seabed for many years made it lose the ability to speak, the monster's IQ hadn't regressed.

Now it already knew that this human who could release lightning had the ability to harm it even in water. The desire for survival made this huge sea serpent twist crazily and quickly flee toward the depths of the ocean.

In this sea area, it was the hegemon itself and had domesticated a large number of dependents.

The huge water flow plus the sea serpent's crazy twisting made Allen's body sway crazily like a leaf drifting with the waves. Even stabilizing his posture required huge strength.

But Allen didn't want to give this sea serpent another chance to escape. His left hand firmly grabbed that slippery dorsal fin, while his right hand nailed Ringil into the scales, using the sword's cross-section as a fixation, and in the chaotic water flow, climbed toward the sea serpent's head one bloody hole at a time.

He wanted to cut off this monster's head and thoroughly kill it here.

With the pain of being nailed into the body constantly approaching the brain, the sea serpent seemed to have anticipated that its death was near. Its huge body twisted even more crazily, and at the same time, its opened big mouth emitted an extremely shrill scream.

Following the sound wave spreading in all directions, a large number of black dots rose from the seabed, rapidly approaching the one man and one snake that were fighting.

Coming were those eyeless monsters that fought with Allen in Angband.

In that darkness, they were receiving orders from the sea serpent, which was why they went to that place that even they were a bit afraid of, to hunt a human.

At this moment, these eyeless monsters felt the summoning again. Their god seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying, and the urging sound was full of fear and despair.

Looking at the dependents constantly swimming toward him, the sea serpent accelerated its diving speed again. As long as those useless things could cause even a little threat to the human on its back, it could escape alive.

The injuries on its body only needed a period of rest to recover immediately. At that time, it must take revenge. Even if it couldn't beat this human, his companions would definitely be swallowed into its mouth.

However, several flashing sword lights thoroughly cut off the sea serpent's hope of escaping. Ringil's sharp sword edge tore through the sea serpent's scales, flesh, and spine.

Allowing its terrifying and hideous head to thoroughly separate from its body. The opened terrifying big mouth no longer had any movement, and there was not a trace of luster in those pale white eyes.

The huge snake body also slowly lost its strength, constantly sliding toward the seabed.

Countless black dots, after seeing this scene, instantly fell into madness and began to swim around crazily. It was just that soon, they gathered together again, lay on the sea serpent's body, and gnawed crazily on the exposed flesh.

Allen, looking at this scene, floated upward rapidly, rushed out of the sea surface along the steep Thangorodrim, and after the water splashed, landed on the flat mountain peak with stumbling steps, and then sat on the ground and fell into a coma.

Killing his way out of Angband and then fighting a sea serpent to the death was nothing but holding on by sheer force.

And this scene was just seen by the Hobbit on another mountain peak. ===== CHAPTER 279 =====