Global Abyss: My Skills Can Enhance Infinitely

Chapter 620: Chapter 555: The Underworld Style Chapter 620: Chapter 555: The Underworld Style Moria was established amidst the mountains, essentially carving out the entire massif, connecting the two ends of the Misty Mountains; it once served as an extremely important passageway.

This place was once the most powerful and famous Dwarven kingdom on the lands of Middle-earth.

Here, Dwarves thrived and built what was the greatest city in their history.

However, the continual digging deeper into the earth eventually awakened the monsters that slumbered here, the Flame Demon, once a servant of “Morgoth!”

This led to the Dwarves being forced to flee, leaving the place temporarily occupied by Orcs and Cave Trolls.

Cave Trolls are a kind of immensely strong yet dim-witted creatures, created by “Morgoth” in imitation of the forest-protecting Ents.

The cooperation of Orcs and Cave Trolls once sealed off the passages on both sides.

However, several decades ago, Balin of the Durin Dwarves led some Dwarves from the Lonely Mountain to reclaim this place…

But now, here they were, standing in front of the barred grand gates of Moria.

In awe of the grandeur of this massive “underground city” embedded within the mountain, they also sensed that something was amiss.

“Oh, what has happened here?”

Gimli apparently did not know about the recent fall of Moria, and seemed somewhat incredulous.

“This place has suffered a terrible disaster…” Gandalf said, clutching his pipe.

At that moment, Tao Yu had already blasted open the grand gates of Moria.

Upon opening them, a foul stench wafted out.

Visible were the skeletons of Dwarves and Orcs scattered all over the place.

Due to the passage of time, they had all turned to skeletons with various rust-covered weapons strewn about.

“Oh, damn!”

Upon seeing the scene before him, Gimli naturally realized something significant had occurred and recklessly stormed inside, shouting into the empty hall.

“Is anyone there?

Uncle Balin…”

His shouting did indeed draw some response; sporadic red dots appeared in the darkness.

Those were pairs of eyes.

“They’re Orcs.”

Frodo, looking at the glowing short sword in his hand, spoke hurriedly.

It was a gift from his uncle that glowed whenever Orcs were nearby, similar to Gandalf’s sword, Glamdring.

Almost as soon as his words fell, an endless horde of Orcs surged forth from the darkness toward them.

The armor and equipment on these Orcs were relatively crude and mismatched, seemingly cobbled together from Dwarf gear found in Moria, much of it rust-stained.

But judging by the speed at which they ran, they were much stronger than the ordinary people of other worlds, akin to the race of men created by the Divine Spirits.

They ran rapidly, continuously sprinting while wielding weapons, converging on their location.

They also emitted a babbling noise that sounded ghastly and wolfish.

Before they could get close, Legolas, being an Elf, was already drawing his bow, releasing arrow after arrow with a sharp piercing sound, swiftly shooting in succession.

Each shot pierced through the bodies of the Orcs like an anti-material rifle, buzzing as it went.

Though he fired his arrows with remarkable speed and the arrows had tremendous power, even capable of piercing through two or three Orcs at once,

against the overwhelming swarm of Orcs, their numbers seemed not to diminish at all.

“I’ll handle this.”

Tao Yu volunteered to step forward and boost his favorable impression, as the situation before him posed no pressure, which would benefit later dealings with the Flame Demon and grazing.

Initially, Tao Yu unconsciously wanted to summon the Shadow Soldiers.

Led by Teng Lianghong and Yue Yun, the dozen or so World Breakers would come out and wreak havoc without Tao Yu needing to intervene.

But then he steadied himself, deciding to use less of the power from the Underworld for now…

With a clap of his hands, the ground nearby began to tremble violently, crack!

A fissure rapidly spread, and the surrounding rocky terrain suddenly split open, releasing thick vines that roiled and rolled, overwhelming the swarming Orcs!

Wood Release: Tree World Descent!

Thick vines continued to split, their dense branches spreading out inducing a fear of claustrophobia, driving into the crowd of Orcs.

Orcs were such nuisances that Tao Yu couldn’t be bothered to turn them into Shadow Soldiers.

Otherwise, it would require extra hassle to replace them later.

He simply let his hands remain clasped, incessantly channeling energy to generate ivy, though Tao Yu was somewhat speechless.

Perhaps due to his inability to finely control his power, as well as the severely negative attributes of the World Breakers and the Witch of Calamity.

What was originally an already somber “Wood Release: Tree World Descent” had now become even more eerie.

He had initially meant to summon some trees, these products of nature, to brush up his image and garner some favor.

However, it seemed things had turned out a bit contrary to his wishes…

It seemed as though the ivy was dotted with all sorts of bizarre eyes and teeth, varying in size and shape.

Especially at the tips of the ivy, where there were either eyeballs erratically moving around, or mouths similar to those of Aliens incessantly ripping and tearing.

Though the eyes seemed to possess a partial petrifying ability, complementing the originally added effect of the Sealing Skill excellently.

Yet the sight was truly hard to put into words…

With a splurt~

A strand of ivy, sporting a giant Alien-like mouth, clamped down on an Orc, splitting it into two, with plasma splattering around.

Then, it was smashed hard by a nearby large Troll, about four or five meters tall, wielding a big club, resulting in a damage that oozed tree sap like blood plasma, splashing all over the Troll.

Immediately, several strands of ivy, as if having spotted their prey, lunged toward the Troll at once.

The numerous eyes on the ivy all glared at the Troll together.

The already slow-moving Troll became even clumsier and gradually stiffened.

Before the petrification took full effect, ensuing strands of ivy had already pounced and dismembered it instantly!

Chunks of flesh and blood flew about, and the swollen form shattered, appearing extremely grotesque.

And this bloody scene was happening almost simultaneously in various places, as ferociously growing ivy burrowed wherever it went, bringing slaughter and death.

The deceased were far from peaceful…

At this moment, Ai and Kirabi, upon witnessing this scene, were dumbfounded.

“The last time you captured us was disgusting enough, but did it have to turn out like this?

What exactly has happened to you during this time?!

Should we be thankful that you showed mercy last time and didn’t subject us to the same treatment?”

Even Ai and Kirabi, who already knew some of Tao Yu’s abilities and were somewhat mentally prepared, were shocked.

Among the Fellowship of the Ring, aside from the beautiful Elven Lady, the others were either terrified or wary.

Frodo and his friend Sam, the two weakest Hobbits, dared not even look at the scene before them.

This was just too exaggerated!

They were no Holy Mothers and disliked Orcs.

They wouldn’t hesitate to kill Orcs given the chance.

But staring at the splattering plasma and chunks of flesh, the entire scene akin to a slaughterhouse, they still felt nauseous.

Tao Yu also turned back awkwardly to glance at everyone and coughed, saying,

“Don’t mind it, I just didn’t control my power well and summoned some malevolent plants.

Our abilities as Pioneers tend to be odd; it just looks scary, but I’m actually very kind-hearted…”

With a splurt~

A Troll was burst open, with plasma splashing to the feet of the bystanders, adding a touch of embellishment to Tao Yu’s words.

Kind-hearted?

Are you misunderstanding the word ‘kind-hearted’…

“This is Mr.

Tao helping us clear the Orcs.

Although the power doesn’t seem nice, we’ve enjoyed its benefits; don’t mind the worldly views too much.”

Galadriel, who had lived over eight thousand years and had witnessed nearly every major event in Middle-earth, could calmly face such a scene.

“These Orcs might be the key culprits for Moria’s current dire state, so I think it’s no big deal.”

Gandalf, sucking on his pipe, had his old face tremor a bit.

“However, if you could avoid making it so, um, filthy, it might be better…”

He seemed to be pondering the right adjective.

The opponent’s displayed power was strong, and he had indeed resisted the temptation of the Magic Ring, and now willing to help, he did not want to hurt the other’s feelings with his words.

But…

Being able to resist the Magic Ring’s allure might not be just about having a strong will…

The Magic Ring’s pollution was supposed to be like a drop of ink falling into a cup of water, instantly coloring it.

But if the water was already ink, it seemed like it just remained…