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This elven queen actually looked down on him and Sauron; this was not just arrogance, but sheer conceit.

“Galantelle, I don’t know what happened to you, but your current mindset is very wrong. As an old friend, I have to bring you to your senses!”

"Oh, you want me to wake up? With your current state, having fallen from the Maiar into the White Robe?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible pressure instantly spread out.

Instantly, a mountain-like pressure slammed down on Gandalf's head. Crack! The ground cracked instantly. Under this terrifying pressure, Gandalf's entire body bent over, as if it were about to wail in agony from the force.

"How is this possible?!" Gandalf exclaimed in shock.

"How could your strength have reached this level? Even compared to my Maia in her true form..."

"Your original body, Maya? That body that barely reached the first rank? I am stronger than that now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an even more terrifying sense of oppression erupted instantly, sending Gandalf flying.

Blood instantly spilled from Gandalf's mouth. He barely managed to sit up, leaning against the wall, and looked at the Elf Queen with eyes filled with boundless shock and disbelief.

The Elf Queen ignored him and instead gazed into the void.

"Soren, you've been watching long enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dense dark power formed a phantom face in mid-air. It was none other than the Demon Lord Sauron. Looking down at the Elf Queen, even the majestic and proud Demon Lord Sauron was filled with indescribable shock.

"Queen Galadriel, how did you do that? This world is clearly..."

"The world has rules set by His Majesty the Creator God, right?"

"Those are things you cannot understand, Sauron. Retreat, and never set foot in Lothrorian again, or I will not hesitate to travel to your kingdom and kill you with my own hands!"

Demon Lord Sauron was immediately enraged. When had a demon lord ever been treated like this?

“Galantelle, you simply don’t understand…”

"roll!"

With a shout, the phantom of the Demon Lord Sauron exploded instantly.

At the same time, the Demon Lord Sauron's true form suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, exclaiming in horror, "How could that elf be so strong!"

Suddenly, to Gandalf's astonishment, a divine, benevolent, and majestic face, like that of the Mother of All Things, appeared above.

The moment he saw this phantom, even though he had never seen it before, a message inexplicably appeared in Gandalf's mind.

Your Majesty Ilúvatar, the Creator God!

Gandalf's eyes widened suddenly, and even though the phantom wasn't facing him, he instantly knelt down, offering unparalleled respect.

Ilúvatar, the creator god, did not linger on Gandalf for even a moment, but looked directly at the Elf Queen with a loving gaze.

The Elf Queen bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, I have seen you again. You are even more divine now."

The creator goddess Ilúvatar said gently, "Galantir, you are becoming more and more outstanding."

"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty, it is also thanks to that one's grace."

"May I ask Your Majesty, have you come here for whom?"

The creator goddess Ilúvatar nodded: "I am somewhat confused, and perhaps I have a small favor to do. I need the help of that sir. Perhaps you could help me make a contact."

The Elf Queen said somewhat apologetically, "It is my honor to be able to help Your Majesty, but I cannot contact that person at any time; it takes some time."

"It's alright, you just need to pass on a message for me. Also, if possible, please ask him to descend in his true form."

"That's certainly not a problem, Your Majesty."

"I will wait for your news. You can call me anytime you have news."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The phantom in the sky gradually faded away.

After a long, long time, Gandalf finally stood up from the ground and looked at his old friend with an incredibly complicated expression.

“Galantelle, I think I understand what you mean.”

How can you not understand? This dignified Maiar can't even get an audience with Her Majesty Ilúvatar, the Creator Goddess, but if you look at the conversation between Her Majesty Ilúvatar and the Elf Queen, you'll see they're quite familiar with each other.

This is utterly absurd! Gandalf is a Maiar, a lesser god! He's Her Majesty's servant! Yet their relationship isn't even as close as the Elven Queen's to Her Majesty's.

Moreover, judging from the implication of these words, there is another being standing behind Galadriel, a being that even the Creator God needs to pay attention to, or even consult. It's obvious to anyone with a brain that this being is at least on the same level as the Creator God.

No wonder the Elf Queen said they had different perspectives and didn't want to get involved in Gandalf and Sauron's village-level brawl; their levels of understanding were completely different.

The Elven Queen glanced at Gandalf, after all, he was an old friend. Galadriel paused for a moment, then said, "Next, I may have the opportunity to serve the one behind me. If you are interested, you may be able to find something interesting that might catch the eye of that one. Believe me, Gandalf, even just a little appreciation from that one would be an opportunity you could never have imagined in your life."

Swish! Gandalf nearly ripped off his prized beard!

What a good thing!

In fact, there was no need for the Elf Queen to explain; Gandalf wasn't stupid, so how could he not understand the infinite opportunities involved?

Gandalf's hand holding the wand was a little unsteady; he was excited.

"Galantelle, my old friend, please tell me, what is that one of you most interested in?!"

The Elf Queen frowned slightly, not because of Gandalf's question, but because she was wondering what that one was most interested in.

After a moment, the Elf Queen spoke: "That one is interested in some rare and precious plants, preferably those with special abilities."

"In addition, that one once had some interest in Smaug, but His Holiness the Creator God just gave the more powerful Ankara to that one, so I'm not sure what his attitude is now. Perhaps you can think about it yourself."

Good heavens, Ankara, who has been dead for who knows how many years, can use 0.9 of that as a gift. That level of existence is truly unimaginable.

"Thank you so much, my friend!"

Gandalf set off immediately. Time was of the essence; who knew when that being would arrive? Every second was more precious than his life.

As for Sauron, the Demon Lord? What Sauron? Let him die!

Time flies by.

Locke looked at the Elf Queen Galadriel on the trading interface, listened to her story, and fell into thought.

Why would the creator goddess Ilúvatar want to see him at this time? And why would she need his true form to descend? This suggests she requires powerful assistance.

Suddenly, Locke's expression hardened: "Could it be that Ilúvatar is preparing to sever her connection with the Lord of the Rings world?"

As long as Ilúvatar wants to break through and advance to higher levels, the Lord of the Rings world is a burden.

Breaking through on your own and breaking through with the entire Lord of the Rings world are two completely different levels of difficulty.

"In that case, it's not that we can't go and take a look."

Whether it's severing ties with the world or Ilúvatar preparing to launch an assault on a higher level, these are rare sights, and they provide Locke with valuable experience.

Chapter 90 Maiah as servant, Vera as companion

The next day, early in the morning, a large group of people appeared in the elven kingdom of Lothlorion. Among them were dwarves, halflings, and, more importantly, more than one white-robed mage.

This large group of people was eventually stopped at the entrance of Los Lorien.

Lord Celeborn of Loslorion kept everyone outside the gates of Loslorion.

Looking at the vast crowd in front of him, Kellerpeng rubbed his throbbing head.

"Gandalf, didn't Galadriel say you were the only one? What's going on now?"

With so many people, it would be a problem for Los Loreen to entertain them even under normal circumstances, let alone now.

The atmosphere in Los Loren was absolutely terrifying. Didn't they see that this lord, who was practically a king, had become a gatekeeper? Did they really think he had no dignity? He was just a coward; the sight inside made his heart feel like it would jump out of his chest, and he simply couldn't bear it.

Gandalf carefully shaved his head, trying to cover something, but it was this action that inadvertently allowed a 'bamboo shoot' to sprout.

"Gandalf, what's that bump on your head?" Celeborn asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, Gandalf immediately glared murderously at a certain man beside him, or more precisely, a white-robed figure.

Saruman the White looked away somewhat embarrassed. It wasn't surprising; everyone knew that white-robed men were all cunning. Gandalf, that scoundrel, suddenly showed up at his door, all respectful and honest, wanting some exotic flowers and herbs. It was obvious there was something fishy going on. How could Saruman the White tolerate this? He immediately threw a bowl of medicine at Gandalf and interrogated him thoroughly to find out what had happened.

The result was gratifying; Saruman's interrogation skills hadn't deteriorated, and he quickly got the answer. However, the answer was a bit too shocking, so much so that Saruman jumped up on the spot and smashed his head against the ceiling.

The Creator God Ilúvatar invited a distinguished guest to descend, and Gandalf sought treasures to offer as a tribute. This must have terrified the Maiar. The terrified Saruman the White immediately tried to forcibly awaken Gandalf, but the potion was too strong and couldn't be administered. So Saruman the White had to resort to a physical method of awakening him.

It was a success, but there were some minor side effects.

"Alright, alright, Gandalf, stop glaring at Saruman. The offering is more important." A leader of some unknown race quickly tugged at Gandalf's sleeve.

Gandalf's angry gaze immediately spread to everyone, and he glared and said, "You have the nerve to say that? Damn it, I can present the gift by myself, and you bastards still didn't trust me and insisted on coming along!"

"How can we trust you with this? What if you embezzle the goods and claim them as your own offerings? What will we do then!"

These words immediately received a response from everyone.

Gandalf exclaimed angrily, "How could that be! Do you think I'm that kind of person?!"

Saruman the White curled his lip: "Gandalf, everyone knows who's who. People say we White-robeds have black hearts, but yours is universally acknowledged as the blackest. We agreed to a one-on-one duel, but you started snitching at the drop of a hat. You're the kind of person..."

Gandalf's lips twitched violently. Slander! This is slander!

"Alright, alright," Kellerpeng said, stopping the commotion.

"I understand what's going on with you. Let Gandalf go."

Saruman in white robes turned fierce. Damn Celeborn, I've been giving you all sorts of signals, do you think I'm just being silly?

After Gandalf patted Celeborn on the shoulder and excitedly entered Lothlórien, Celeborn gazed wistfully at Saruman in his white robes.

"Don't think I'm not helping you. Just looking at that place makes my hair stand on end. Going in to offer a gift might not necessarily be a good thing."

Saruman in white robes was immediately puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Celeborn curled his lip: "That's where His Holiness the Creator invited distinguished guests. You think it's a place for ordinary people? Right now, the Maiar are just servants, the Valar are just accessories, and Gandalf, in his white robes, just walked in so casually..."

"Hiss!" Saruman in white robes gasped and hugged Kellerbon tightly. A good man, a good man indeed!

With the Maiar as servants and the Vera as attendants, Gandalf barged in and was stared at by a group of Vera and Maiar... Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle; it's incredibly thrilling.

The most magnificent and grand hall was now filled with boundless divine power.

Below, the Veras sat in their attendant seats, while on both sides, a large number of Maias went in and out. These normally extremely noble demigods were now just the lowest-ranking servants here.

At the very top, in the most prestigious position, there were two seats. A figure had already appeared in one of them. It was an illusory figure, noble, holy, and benevolent. It was none other than the creator god Ilúvatar. However, Ilúvatar did not seem to be in her true form yet, but merely an illusion.

Below, the only one who wasn't Maya or Vera, yet still had her own seat, and quite a prominent one at that, was the Elf Queen. Beside her, the usually aloof and unapproachable goddesses of the Veri were now incredibly enthusiastic.

Because the Creator God was above them, they dared not speak carelessly, but they couldn't stop making small movements, carefully and deliberately inquiring about something from the Elf Queen.

The Elf Queen maintained her usual aloofness and composure. To be honest, if her horizons hadn't been broadened so much, she might not have been able to keep it up. After all, this was the goddess Vili, someone she rarely saw, yet now everyone was surrounding her. This sense of vanity was something most people couldn't resist.

Suddenly, the Elf Queen's expression changed. She carefully pushed aside the little movements of the Vili goddesses around her, stood up, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty Ilúvatar, it's time."

The creator goddess Ilúvatar instantly opened her eyes, and all the Valar and Veri present also became serious.

The next moment, a pitch-black passage, like a black hole, appeared out of thin air.

"Bata, bah..."

The sound of footsteps was crystal clear, growing clearer and clearer as time went on.

A moment later, a figure appeared in the eyes of the gods.

Being looked at by any one of the Valar or Vili would be unbearable even for an ordinary Maiar; the pressure would be immense. But now it is all the Valar and Vili, the supreme gods of the entire continent.

But at this moment, the other party's expression did not change in the slightest, as if the gaze of the gods did not exist at all.

Even more remarkably, the newcomer merely glanced at the gods before turning his gaze to Ilúvatar, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

“Iluvita, your scheme is no small one.”

The creator goddess Ilúvatar also smiled gently: "After all, this is the first time we have invited Your Excellency to come in person, so it is only right that we make it a grand occasion."

Locke nodded. He wasn't particularly interested in this kind of game, but he couldn't let someone's good intentions go to waste.

Locke walked a few steps to the only seat that was parallel to Ilúvatar's, and casually sat down.

At this moment, the supreme divinity of Ilúvatar and the pure humanity of Locke formed two distinct yet equal and opposing poles.

Suddenly, Vera, who was sitting at the head of the table, first stood up and bowed respectfully, then said in a gentlemanly tone, "May I ask Your Excellency a question?"

“Manwe?” Locke wasn’t angry; instead, he asked with interest, “Ilúvatar, is this the king of the gods under your command?”

The creator goddess Ilúvatar nodded with a gentle smile: "What does Lord Locke think?"

Locke looked at Manway: "Not bad, ask whatever you want."