Simulate the heavens from Faerûn

Chapter 275 The beauty of the world, the curtain call returns [Please subscribe]

In the year 2780 of the Third Age, 20 years have passed since the Doomsday volcano erupted, and [-] years have passed since the elves left Middle-earth.

These ten years were a decade of freedom, a decade of turmoil, and a bloody decade.

Without the three mountains of elves, wizards and Sauron overhead, the dwarves hid in the mountains again and ignored the world. Humanity finally transformed from the nominal master of Middle-earth to the real master.

But these ten years without pressure and enemies were extremely bloody, chaotic and turbulent.

The sins rooted in the depths of the human soul and blood burst out suddenly after losing the restraint and suppression of the ring of power, revealing the true colors of human beings.

Arrogance, jealousy, madness, rage, laziness, greed, fear, gluttony and lust pervade the entire human society.

In the past ten years, human life has not become better because of the departure of the elves. Instead, it has fallen into the abyss due to human sins...

If the problem of environmental pollution is not solved, food becomes a big problem. As a result, the human kingdom can only expand southward and fight with the remnants of Sauron for the land to survive.

What's more deadly is that the population problem caused by the terrible curse is also the reason why human beings are sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness.

In the cursed land, almost everyone will be infected with the curse. It may only break out in a concentrated manner later in a person's life, but it will cause a continuous decline in a person's physique, which will lead to a decline in a country's strength.

In the current situation, once a country shows weakness, it can either go to war to improve its strength and show a strong deterrent, or else it will be divided by other countries. There are two possibilities.

In addition to causing a large number of population losses in the current period, what is even more fatal is that it destroys the roots of mankind at its root.

Those who live in the cursed place and the cursed people will have a large number of fetal miscarriages and malformations, and there will be no normal babies left.

This has to force mankind to develop towards a "pure place".For their own power, for the reproduction of the kingdom, and for survival, human beings have to take up the sword.

Whether it is the kingdom within the free people or the free people and the people of darkness (the south and the east, the humans who once surrendered to Sauron), war and massacre have become commonplace, and bloodshed and killing have become the mainstream of history.

As the war continues to break out, the various kingdoms are becoming more and more impatient. The accumulation of hatred makes them just want to destroy each other.

Ever since, they began to seek power outside of human beings themselves.

The legacy left by the elves has become the focus of the Northern Kingdom's robbery, and even the dwarves have returned to the sight of humans.

Humans launched an offensive around various dwarf kingdoms, trying to get them to surrender, and then coerced them into joining the bloody war of humans.

Under the bloody killings, the dwarves surrendered to the crazy humans, built weapons and armor for humans, and became warriors on the battlefield.

Since each party basically has a tribe of dwarves, the addition of dwarves did not have any impact on the battle situation, except for the death of a bunch of dwarves, but who cares if these edible losers die? !
Human beings are still focused on their own power and survival crisis.

Finally, I don’t know who suddenly mentioned Sauron, the “mushroom cloud” and the curse that Sauron had mastered, and remembered the rumors that Mordor contained Sauron’s knowledge and wealth.

Ever since, the once desolate Mordor became lively again.

With boundless fear of Sauron and Mordor, groups of free people and people of darkness formed death squads and entered the area where the doomsday volcano erupted.

This death squad is really a death squad, because everyone knows that the place where the mushroom cloud rises must be a cursed place, and those who enter the cursed land will be cursed. Cursed inhuman torture.

Are they really so selfless and sacrificing their lives for righteousness? !

No no no!This is because they have no other way to survive but this!
Some are on death row, some are trying to survive, and some are just trying to get revenge! !

Freyalav, second line of kings of Rohan.After the war between Rohan and the Dunlunds ended in 2759 of the Third Era, King Helm was killed in the battle. Freyalav, as the closest relative of King Helm, was crowned the tenth generation king.

However, this is all old history, times have changed, and the Kingdom of Rohan has also perished.

The Kingdom of Rohan withstood the terrifying long winter and repelled the invasion of the Dark Barbarians, but in the end it fell under the terrifying curse.

Rohan is very close to the Shire, and the curse pollution it suffered was also very serious. Coupled with the attacks of orcs, the Rohan country was ruined.

Freyalav became a wanderer, leading his people to wander continuously, because if they didn't wander, they would be annexed and killed.

Finally, Freyaraff took his last subjects into Mordor. He wanted to find the great weapon of Sauron, rebuild Rohan, and even unify Middle-earth.

It's a pity that a few months have passed, and Freyalav's original team of nearly a thousand people has only a dozen people left, and Freyalav himself has become crazy.

They encountered mutated monsters and hostile Dunlanders, and they fought hard here. Freyalaff did not find the legendary scroll, but he seemed to be tortured crazy by the curse.

"Hahaha...! I saw it! I saw it! So many! So big!...

Gone!Gone!All gone!Hahaha...all gone!Nothing but light..."

Freyalav stood on the ruins of Barad-dur and jumped up and down, pointing forward and saying excitedly.

In front of him was a monster that took away the lives of more than 50 knights - a "giant snake" with a snake tail but three wings, five heads, and seven hands. It was awkward to look at it, even if it was looking at it Looking at its corpse also makes people feel intense discomfort.

"Cough cough cough..."

Matthew, the captain of the guard, vomited out a fragment of internal organs, resisted dizziness and nausea, raised his head and looked in the direction pointed by the king.

Under the illumination of the sun, he saw a staircase extending downward on the side of the giant snake's body. At the end of it was... an altar, and in the center of the altar seemed to be a throne.

"Hahaha... Found it!! Found it!!"

Matthew's eyes flashed with dazzling light, his ambition was burning, and the pain was receding. He picked up Freyalaff and came to the steps.

Looking at the stairs dripping with black blood and the dim altar, Matthew glanced at Freyalav, who was still murmuring, and the corners of his mouth rose.

"Hey! My king! Come down here and have a good look!"

Freyalav turned into a gourd and rolled down the steps, collapsed on the altar, and kept moaning.

"Hahaha...this is our king~!"

Seeing Freyalav in a state of embarrassment, the surrounding guards couldn't help laughing, gloating!

As the servants at the bottom, they were extremely excited to see the king who was once aloof and considered them as trivial being knocked down to earth!

Glad the incompetent king is finally dying!I'm so happy that this once great man was trampled into the ground by them and continued to be tortured and killed!

In Mordor, a cursed place of death, all negative emotions are amplified!Under the weight of death, all souls are distorted. People are not like humans, dogs are not like dogs...

"Cough cough cough... Death is our final destination! Death is the final reunion..."

Freyalav struggled to get up from the ground but failed, and fell to the ground again. He twisted and crawled on the altar like a worm...

"Hahaha... look... uh..." The guards standing above looked at the scene below and laughed wildly. They thought of a few words of ridicule, but suddenly, there were flying arrows shot from behind.

The unsuspecting guards were hit by arrows one after another and fell into the altar, smashing out a bloody flower and offering a rich blood meal to the altar.

"Ahem... I found it... I will succeed... I will become the king again! Lidya, look..."

Freyalav, who was lying on the ground, looked at the throne and crown in front of him, and couldn't help but murmured excitedly, wanting to share this joy with his wife.

But suddenly, he remembered that his wife Lidia was dead. Just a few days ago, he felt irritated listening to her chattering voice, so he killed her in a rage...

However, Freyalaff knew that his wife must understand him. After all, no one knew him better than her. She smiled so beautifully in his arms when she died...

Freyalav struggled to climb onto this majestic and ferocious throne, letting the spikes embossed on it scratch his flesh, raised the crown, and sat on the throne.

"Lydia...you see, I have become the king again...I will become the king of everyone in Middle-earth..."

He put on the crown with trembling hands and murmured in his mouth, recalling the oath he made when the country was in ruins.

At this time, an evil voice and message from the crown appeared in Freyalav's mind.

"The one who wears the crown is the king...the lord of Middle-earth...controlling all the fallen suns in Middle-earth..."

Immediately afterwards, a scroll was revealed in his mind, and the hot magma turned into a sea of ​​magma that was constantly churning and flowing, with "iron balls" floating and sinking one after another.

And he, Freyalav, can control the explosion of the "iron balls" all over the world through the crown, and the throne of the Lord of Middle-earth is stable.

In a daze, Freyalav looked at the scenes of the ferocious past on the altar and recalled them in his mind - asking for help from Gondor but being rejected, the kingdom collapsing under the curse, his son Britta fighting against the black barbarian. Died in the war of the locals...

Now, standing in the faint sunshine, watching the ferocious shadows of the black barbarians cast by the sun...

In the light, Freyalav seemed to see his smiling wife, happy Britta, and furious enemies...

He felt his head was in a trance, and he felt extremely weak. Bit by bit, strength was withdrawn from his body, and he was getting closer and closer to death...

"Hahaha... When all things revive, we will finally be reunited..."

Thinking back on the painful experiences of the past 20 years, Freyalav closed his eyes unwillingly, and a mysterious wave spread from the crown to the outside...

"Gulu...Gulu...dong~!"

In the southern part of Middle-earth, in the Peak of Hope, the volcanic lava is churning slowly, with a few small bubbles popping up from time to time.

Suddenly, the big iron ball suspended on the magma lake suddenly glowed, and only light remained on the entire mountain!
At the same time, nearly a hundred dazzling balls of light appeared on the Middle-earth continent; volcanoes erupted from the bottom of the sea; a ring-shaped rupture scar was extremely obvious on this planet.
"Boom~!"

Mushroom clouds rose one after another, smoke pushed across thousands of meters, and gray volcanic ash drifted freely.

And the ground was turned upside down, like pieces of flesh that had been skinned, and the blood was flowing...

People near the volcanoes in Middle-earth only had time to see the dazzling white light clearly before they were swallowed up by the terrifying light and magma, and passed away.

And everyone in other areas is desperately trying to escape at the destination scene,

But everything was of no avail. From the moment the mushroom cloud rose, it seemed as if a switch had been turned on.

The anger that had been pent up on the earth for thousands of years suddenly exploded, and magma continued to erupt, cleaning the world.

In the sky, the volcanic ash that blocked the sky formed thick cumulus clouds and enveloped the world.

On the ground, hundreds of volcanoes continued to erupt day and night, and the hot magma destroyed everything, turning the world into a red ball of magma.

There is no life left in the world of Middle-earth. It is filled with terrifying high temperatures and magma.

Even the dwarves hiding in the underground fortress were burned to ashes by the magma; and humans, who had perished long ago when the volcano erupted in the first round, are now burned to ashes by the magma.

Without the hustle and bustle of life, the world has returned to its original calm.

A great sun glided past the Gate of Night, and Rey nodded silently as he looked at the hell-like Middle-earth below.

"Nuclearization of the world, the beauty of the world.

Wash away the filth of the world, and return to the original and pure.

Great love, great good, great evil..."

Feeling the surging power of sin in his body, Rey felt a little regretful, because even if he gathered the power of sin in the entire world, he was still close to a qualitative change.

"It's just that, fortunately, I have already expected it, and there are remedial measures... This ultimate leap will definitely be successful!"

Rey looked at the world of Middle-earth shrouded in dark clouds below, his eyes gleaming.

"Hey~!"

The furnace suddenly broke away from the sun ship and crashed towards the Middle Earth below. In the air, the size of the furnace continued to expand like an inflated balloon.

Finally, like an asteroid hitting a blue star, the two collided!

The space around the furnace and Middle-earth collapsed instantly, and both began to shatter, crack, and disappear!
Rey hiding in the furnace burned himself to provide fuel for the destruction of the world, leaving only a true spirit, which did not dissipate under the power of the underworld, but became more condensed...

What seemed like an instant and what seemed like a thousand years later, this place turned into a void. There was no trace of the furnace and the world, and there was only chaos.

In this chaos, a flame rose, and figures began to emerge in this void. There were humans, elves, dwarves, hobbits, and even dragons...

In the flames, Rey's figure quietly emerged. Feeling the power that had undergone qualitative changes in his body, Rey showed a happy smile on his face.

Suddenly, Rey's expression changed drastically.

Because at this time, a vast and majestic god slowly emerged.No, He has always been there, but He is too majestic to be observed.

His body is filled with myriads of auras, majestic and majestic, shrouded in immeasurable light, permeated by the laws of the Great Dao, and hazy. Even Rey, who has already been promoted, dare not glimpse its true appearance.

While the people around him were still awake, Rey lowered his head and nodded to Ilúvatar, while silently chanting in his mind: "Simulator of the heavens, return! Recycle the projection!"

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