[Marvel's Magic Master] Chapter 260: Finrod Overwhelmed by Sauron, the Magic Swordsman George Appears

A bolt of lightning, thicker than a water tank, erupted from the Thunder Giant’s hands, making Sauron’s expression change drastically.

"A mere human… how can you possibly wield such powerful magic?!"

This level of lightning attack was enough to harm his physical form.

As a Maia, even if his body was destroyed, his soul would not perish. However, reconstructing his physical form would take an immense amount of time and energy—something he would avoid unless absolutely necessary.

Of course, Maiar who had been transformed into Balrogs could no longer restore their original bodies. Upon death, their souls would return directly to the Eternal Void, where they would face Ilúvatar’s judgment.

"You’ve angered me, human!"

Sauron raised his black sword, and a surge of dark energy erupted from it, forming a massive black shield in front of him.

Lightning clashed with darkness, but in the end, darkness prevailed, dissolving the lightning entirely.

"I didn’t expect Sauron to be this troublesome at this stage."

Seeing that his ultimate railgun attack couldn’t harm Sauron, George felt a headache coming on.

If even the ultimate railgun was ineffective, then a plasma railgun would be even less useful.

In terms of power, the ultimate railgun—enhanced with ancient magic—was stronger than the plasma railgun. However, the plasma railgun had the advantage of speed, not requiring five to six minutes of preparation to cast ancient magic first.

"If Sauron is already this strong, I can’t imagine how powerful Morgoth must be."

Sauron was among the strongest of the Maiar, yet still far weaker than the weakest of the Valar. That’s why he only dared to act in Middle-earth when the Valar were no longer paying attention.

Morgoth, on the other hand, was the mightiest of the Valar, even surpassing Manwë Súlimo, the King of the Valar. It took the combined might of all the Valar to subdue him.

"Awwooo!"

Seeing George summon a 200-meter-tall Thunder Giant, Sauron suddenly transformed into a wolf, his body rapidly expanding until he was nearly the same size as the Thunder Giant.

Letting out a resounding howl, Sauron lunged at the Thunder Giant.

"I almost forgot—this guy is also the Lord of Werewolves!"

George quickly commanded the Thunder Giant to defend against Sauron’s ferocious bites.

Sauron only gained titles such as the Dark Lord, the Lord of Mordor, the Master of Barad-dûr, and the Hand of Darkness after forging the One Ring.

Before that, he was known as Morgoth’s lieutenant and the Lord of Werewolves.

He ruled over the Isle of Werewolves, home to countless werewolves and vampires, including the Maia-level direwolf Carcharoth and the vampire queen Thuringwethil—both his loyal subordinates.

Sauron himself also possessed the ability to transform into a direwolf and a vampire.

The Thunder Giant was designed for long-range ultimate railgun attacks, not melee combat, making it a poor match for Sauron’s direwolf form. It wasn’t long before the giant was nearly torn apart.

But at that moment, Sauron suddenly let out a pained cry and quickly retreated, reverting to his humanoid form.

"Sauron! Your fight is with me!"

It was Finrod! Seeing George struggling, he had arrived on his elk to assist.

It was Finrod’s enchanted Elven longsword, imbued with the power of light, that had just wounded Sauron’s wolf leg.

"Finrod!"

A flicker of wariness flashed in Sauron’s eyes.

Although the Elven prince was not as strong as him, the difference wasn’t overwhelming. If Sauron wasn’t careful, he might suffer a serious setback.

Seeing Finrod join the fight, George dispelled the Thunder Giant and moved to his side.

Maintaining the Thunder Giant in its peak state put immense strain on George. In that form, he had no energy left to cast other spells.

Since lightning magic wasn’t very effective against Sauron, he needed to explore other magical approaches.

With Finrod holding the front line, he now had the time to experiment and find a spell that could truly harm Sauron.

With so many magical worlds and disciplines at his disposal, he refused to believe that none of them could counter Sauron.

"Let me kill this mongrel first, and then I’ll take care of your master, Morgoth!"

Finrod leaped from his elk, his body radiating a brilliant golden light. Wielding his Elven sword, he charged at Sauron like the wind.

Fighting orcs on his elk increased his efficiency, but against an opponent of Sauron’s caliber, the elk would only be a burden. In short-range bursts, Finrod was far faster than his mount.

"Hahaha! You think you stand a chance? Have you forgotten how your grandfather and uncle died?

Let me send you to Mandos, and then I’ll make sure your brother and sister join you!"

Sauron showed no fear as Finrod charged at him. Had he not been distracted by the human earlier, he wouldn’t have been caught off guard and wounded by Finrod’s sneak attack.

But that wound was insignificant. In the time it took to speak, he had already fully recovered.

"They’re too fast… I can’t get an opening."

Watching Finrod and Sauron clash, their golden and black auras intertwining at high speed, George frowned.

They were moving too quickly for his spells to land accurately.

Moreover, he lacked a proper wand, making it impossible to instantly cast high-level spells.

"A wand… wait, maybe I can try an Elven weapon!"

Suddenly, George’s eyes lit up. Scanning the battlefield, he quickly found an Elven warrior’s corpse and retrieved a rune-engraved Elven sword.

"It works!"

The moment he held the sword, he could tell it could function as a magical conduit.

While it wouldn’t be as effective as wands from Fairy Tail or the Marvel universe, it was likely superior to wands from the Harry Potter world.

Before leaving Middle-earth, the Noldor had studied smithing under Aulë, the Valar of craftsmanship, for countless years. As a result, they became experts in forging magical weapons and artifacts.

Feanor’s Silmarils were so breathtakingly exquisite that even the gods were in awe—and Morgoth was so obsessed that he stole them and embedded them in his crown.

The strength of the High Elves wasn’t just due to their bodies being nourished by the Two Trees; their magical armor and weapons also played a crucial role.

"Alright then… I’ll play the role of a swordmaster for now!"

Holding the Elven sword, George’s eyes gleamed as a plan formed in his mind.

Channeling all his electrical energy to enhance his physical body, he transformed into a streak of lightning and joined the battle between Sauron and Finrod.

At this point, Finrod was already at a disadvantage—his finely crafted magical armor was cracking in multiple places, while Sauron remained unharmed and fully in control.

"Take this! Sectumsempra!"

George circled behind Sauron, swinging his sword at his neck while simultaneously casting Sectumsempra.

"Fast, but your swordplay is weak."

Sauron smirked with disdain.

Compared to Finrod’s masterful Elven swordsmanship, George’s attack—despite being swift—was full of flaws. Sauron didn’t even bother blocking; he simply took a step back to dodge effortlessly.