[Marvel's Magic Master] Chapter 263: The Fall of the Demon Dragon in Elven City

"George, this is the ring my father gave me when I left Valinor. Today, I am giving it to you.

From now on, if you ever need help, no matter how difficult the situation, I will be there for you. This is my oath to you!"

Finrod removed a ring from his finger and solemnly placed it in George's hand.

The ring's design featured two entwined serpents with emerald eyes. Their heads met at the center—one facing upward, the other downward—together supporting a golden crown, the emblem of the House of Finarfin.

"This suits me well, considering I come from Slytherin House. Looks like from now on, there won’t be a Ring of Barahir—only the Ring of George."

George did not refuse. He accepted the ring and slipped it onto his finger.

"As expected, this is no ordinary ring!"

The moment he put it on, George knew that it wasn’t just an ordinary ring—it was a magical one. It carried some of the power of the White Tree and could even serve as a substitute for a wand.

Its effects were likely far superior to an Elven longsword.

As for Finrod’s oath, George believed in it completely.

After all, if he remembered correctly, Barahir’s son, Beren, had once taken the Ring of Barahir to seek out Finrod, asking for his aid in stealing a Silmaril from Morgoth.

Even knowing it was a suicidal mission, the noble-hearted Finrod still abandoned his throne, took ten Elves with him, and accompanied Beren to Angband—only to be slain by Sauron on the way.

"The Second and Third Princes won’t last much longer. We need to hurry back and support them."

George accepted the ring, picked up Sauron’s dark sword, and spoke to Finrod.

The Elven stone colossus he had created with a Transfiguration spell was, after all, just stone—it could never truly match a demon dragon. It was unlikely to hold out for long.

If they delayed any further, the central defense line might be breached.

"Baradur, take a small unit to Hithlum and inform the High King of our situation here. Urge him to send reinforcements to secure this gorge immediately. If possible, have Fingon lead the forces to support the central front. The rest of you, follow me to Glaurung’s stronghold!"

Finrod nodded and swiftly issued orders.

Fingon was his cousin and the most powerful Elf of their generation.

Finrod believed that if Fingon were to face Sauron one-on-one, he would likely not lose.

With Sauron's western army already in shambles, they wouldn’t need to commit many troops for defense—just enough to hold the gorge and block the enemy’s advance.

The top priority now was to gather all available forces to reinforce the central and eastern fronts, preventing Morgoth’s army from breaking through the three-layered encirclement that had been maintained until now.

"There’s no time to waste, Prince. I can use spatial magic to take you there first."

It had taken him half an hour to fly here, and even if the Elves rode at full speed, it would still take them an hour and a half to reach the city.

To be safe, it was best for him to take Finrod—the strongest warrior among them—and use multiple instances of Apparition to teleport back to Elven City as quickly as possible.

"Very well, let’s go!"

Finrod had no objections. He was deeply concerned about his younger brothers’ safety.

After giving a few final instructions to his subordinates, he vanished with George in a blink.

After several Apparitions, they arrived above the skies of Glaurung’s stronghold.

The Elven city was now a sea of flames. Compared to when George had left, the number of High Elves had dwindled to less than a third, and fewer than two hundred human warriors remained.

The once-pristine white Elven statues had been shattered. Angrod and Aegnor were locked in a desperate battle against the demon dragon.

Baragund and Barahir led the remaining human warriors and Elves in a final stand, using the last remnants of the city walls to hold back the relentless attacks from Balrogs and an army of Orcs.

"Kill the demon dragon first! It’s the commander of the central army. If we take it down, the enemy forces will surely retreat!"

Without hesitation, George and Finrod charged straight at the demon dragon.

Sauron had fled, but this dragon would not be allowed to escape. George had plans for it—he wanted to use its body to create a dragon crystal in this world, perhaps even becoming a Dragonslayer Mage in the process.

Angrod and Aegnor, though skilled, were clearly outmatched by the dragon. Even working together, they were no match for it—their armor was already half-shattered from the battle.

Had George and Finrod arrived just half an hour later, they might have only been able to collect their remains.

"Die, demon dragon!"

Finrod, thrown toward the dragon by George, raised his Elven blade and aimed for its neck.

Sensing danger, the dragon immediately abandoned its attack on Angrod and Aegnor, spewing a wave of hellfire at Finrod before turning tail to flee.

It could sense that this newly arrived High Elf was incredibly powerful. While it still believed it had a good chance of winning, caution prevailed, and it chose to retreat, leaving the Balrogs and Orcs to cover its escape.

"You've got to be kidding me."

George was speechless at how quickly the dragon turned to flee—it really was quite the coward.

Of course, though dragons were powerful, they were ultimately no different from Orcs—creations of Morgoth. If they died, they truly died.

Unlike the Balrogs, which would eventually return to the Void.

"Apparition!"

George wouldn’t let such a prime target escape.

He instantly teleported above the dragon, his body rapidly expanding.

"Giant’s Magic!"

Growing to a towering 30 meters, he landed heavily on the dragon’s neck, his body crackling with electricity as he enhanced his physical strength. Locking his fingers together, he brought both fists down in a hammer-like blow, smashing the dragon’s head straight into the ground.

The dragon was momentarily stunned by the sudden impact. As it shook its head to recover, it instinctively prepared to spew another blast of fire at the human riding its neck.

But George held its head down firmly, refusing to let it turn back.

Glaurung’s magical resistance was likely even stronger than Sauron’s, so using magic alone might not be effective—he couldn’t risk letting it escape.

Instead, he relied on pure physical combat, enhancing his attacks with electrical magic to engage the dragon in a close-quarters brawl.

Of course, against a 200-meter-long dragon, even with his giant form, he was at a disadvantage.

But that didn’t matter.

Because, as he always said, he wasn’t the main attacker—he was the support. He wasn’t fighting alone.

Three Elven princes, wielding sacred Elven swords, were already charging toward the dragon.

His job was simply to hold it down, making sure it wouldn’t escape like Sauron had.

"Damn human!"

Realizing it couldn’t shake off George, and with the three Elven princes fast approaching, the dragon decided to make a desperate run for it—even with George still on its back.

"You still think you can run? Stay down!"

George flipped over to land in front of the dragon, grabbed its massive head, and drove his knee into its jaw, forcefully shutting its mouth mid-fire breath.

Then, he locked his legs around its neck in a powerful hold.

"For the honor of the Elves!"

Before the dragon could react, the three Elven princes swung their sacred swords, slashing toward its neck.

At the last moment, George shrank back to normal size, dodging the spray of poisonous dragon blood.

The golden glow of the three sacred swords merged into a single, massive blade of light—severing the dragon’s head in one mighty strike.

Thus, Morgoth’s first demon dragon—having barely made its debut—met its end in a single day.