"It is useless," the Elven King Thranduil sighed, "no weapon in this assembly can harm this Ring.

It is the One Ring to rule them all, a miracle forged in the very lava of Mount Doom, and only in that lava can it be destroyed.

We must take it to Mount Doom; that is the only way to destroy it!" A silence fell over the scene.

After a long moment, the Human Knight finally spoke, "We cannot simply march into Mordor.

Not only is the Black Gate guarded by Orcs, but there are countless dark powers, Fell-beasts, the Ringwraiths, and even the very air there is toxic, the ground perpetually burning.

Sauron's Eye constantly sweeps the land.

No army could penetrate such a place; it is the land of death." "Boromir! Did you not hear the Elven King? Only by going there can the One Ring be destroyed.

We must destroy the Ring!" The Elven Prince Legolas, who had been standing nearby, rose and declared.

The Dwarf beside him was clearly displeased.

It seemed the relations between Dwarves and Elves in this world were not amicable.

The Dwarf who had previously swung his axe roared, "Are you Elves going to destroy this Ring?" The Human Knight Boromir seized the moment to interject, "Yes, but what if we fail? If the Ring is seized by Sauron, and the Dark Lord returns to the world, we will face destruction at any moment!" The Dwarf bellowed in agreement, "In any case, I will absolutely not allow the Ring to fall into Elven hands!" Instantly, the entire gathering descended into chaos, as the retinues of all three parties began to argue loudly.

Eventually, even Gandalf was drawn into the fray.

These dozen or so individuals argued incessantly, and the situation was clearly spiraling out of control.

(Then Frodo declared he would take the Ring to Mount Doom.

Following that, Gandalf and the others insisted on accompanying him, and subsequently, the other three Hobbits also resolved to go.

The plot progression was indeed aligning with the original film, although the preceding events had differed; however, from this point on, the narrative could unfold as previously known.) Zheng Zha sat amidst the assembly, looking distracted.

His mind was still preoccupied with whether Chu Xuan was harboring some scheme.

Compared to this transitional scene mirroring the original film's plot, he was more concerned with tangible matters: specifically, whether that fellow Chu Xuan was truly planning something.

If so, he would need to pre-plan certain actions, such as how to ensure his own survival. "…So, you warriors who have once protected the Ring and even slain eight Ringwraiths, are you willing to join this Fellowship of the Ring?" A voice startled Zheng Zha from his contemplation.

He realized the four Hobbits were now standing among the assembled company.

The Elf, the Dwarf, the Human Knight, and Aragorn stood encircling the Hobbits.

Only the Elven King Elrond looked toward Zheng Zha and the other two accompanying him; it was the Elven King who had spoken that last sentence.

Zheng Zha snapped back to attention, realizing that the meeting had progressed to its final moments without him noticing.

However, unlike the original narrative, this iteration of the Ring-world now included their group, and their group possessed considerable power—this was the true catalyst for the plot divergence.

Zheng Zha and the other two exchanged glances.

Gurniel was already smiling. "Of course.

As members of Middle-earth, we have an obligation to join this Fellowship of the Ring.

Let us cooperate once more…" "Let us fight side-by-side again," Zheng Zha smiled, looking at the four Hobbits, adding, "Side-by-side combat, not cooperation.

We are companions…" The matter was settled.

Following Elrond’s suggestion, the group would rest fully in Rivendell for two days, replenishing necessary supplies for the journey, such as weapons and provisions.

Afterward, they would set out on the quest—all the way to Mount Doom in Mordor, the objective of the Fellowship being to cast the Ring into that volcano.

Gandalf finally settled the payment owed to Zheng Zha and his companions: a small pouch of Energy Stones, ranging in grade from exchangeable D-rank up to C-rank.

Aside from only two Wood-elemental Energy Stones—the minimum amount—the others numbered around four each.

The value of these dozen or so stones sent everyone into ecstasy.

Besides Gurniel being able to use Frost (Water) elemental Stones, the remaining stones could also be used to power the Recovery Formations, which were absolutely vital for their survival.

Obtaining this small pouch of Energy Stones amid constant battles brought involuntary sighs of relief from the veteran members of all three squads.

Subsequently, the Elven King Elrond generously provided each member of Zheng Zha’s group with a standard set of weaponry: an Elven blade that would glow when Orc soldiers approached, and a chainmail hauberk interwoven with Mithril, capable of defending against common swords and blades.

However, since the planned route required crossing mountainous terrain, the originally anticipated horses were canceled.

The group would have to proceed to the Gates of Mordor on foot, or purchase horses in Rohan after traversing the mountains.

Nonetheless, receiving the precious blades and hauberks was enough to bring joy to every member of the three Reincarnation Squads.

The sharpness of these blades was undoubtedly excellent, and they offered protection against approaching Orcs.

Even if they were useless in other horror film worlds, these weapons were at least D-rank legendary magical artifacts, not to mention the light yet sturdy Mithril hauberks—even the slimmest girl in the three Reincarnation Squads could don one and move with ease.

This unexpected acquisition of equipment made those already heading to Mordor exclaim that they had struck a great bargain.

Regardless, the following day, just one day before departure from Rivendell, marked the fifth day since the East American Team entered the Ring-world.

This very day… was when the Heavenly God Squad entered the Ring-world.

Far, far to the east of Rivendell—a region even further east than Mordor—lay an expanse of desert.

This area was fundamentally no longer part of Middle-earth but belonged to another, much more distant continent.

Nations existed there too, and this nation was an ally of Mordor… Six figures—four men and two women—appeared suddenly on the boundless desert, manifesting out of thin air with absolutely no prior warning.

The moment they landed on the sand, one of the blonde girls immediately shrieked, bouncing up and down.

She kept exclaiming, "Ugh, why are we in a desert? I hate sand! It makes skin rough, I hate it so much…" The other four immediately looked utterly fed up with her.

Only one handsome blonde man remained outwardly calm.

He tapped his forehead, surveying the surroundings. "Desert, heat… It seems we were randomly deployed into the Ring-world.

And we should be quite far from the location of Middle-earth.

Hmm, is this how the 'Main God' protects the other teams?" "Adam, why do you say that? Are there no deserts in Middle-earth?" asked a black-haired Chinese youth standing beside this blonde man named Adam, resting a long sword on his shoulder.

Adam nodded. "There are certainly deserts, but in terms of climate, Middle-earth is coastal, belonging to a maritime subtropical climate zone.

It might be this hot, but there shouldn't be endless, horizon-swallowing deserts.

Even if deserts exist, they would be small patches.

The farthest east of Middle-earth, even beyond Mordor, climatically corresponds to the Arabian regions on Earth—desert territory.

Therefore, it is certain we were randomly thrown into the Mordor world.

Otherwise, the 'Main God' wouldn't know how to protect weaker teams; this provides the necessary conditions for them to build 'momentum.'" Beside the black-haired Chinese youth stood another Chinese man, though his hair was slightly brownish; by his appearance, he seemed to be mixed-race.

He smiled good-naturedly. "Adam, you are the smartest.

So, what do you think we should do? We aren't the Demon Reincarnation Squad; we don't necessarily have to wipe out every single team.

Moreover, this mission requires all of us to go to Mordor.

Shouldn't we first confirm if those other teams pose a threat to us, and then decide how to deal with them?" Adam snapped his fingers. "Of course… Reward Points and Branch Plotlines aren't that crucial for us.

As long as there's no presence strong enough to threaten us, we don't need to pressure the 'Main God' into raising our evaluation too high.

Furthermore, maintaining our alignment in the benevolent faction is an advantage in another respect… Let's stick to the usual method: first, ascertain our location, then we can split up or team up, but we must maintain communication.

Secondly, quickly scout the three teams… Does everyone remember the single most important matter for our team?" The Chinese youth laughed. "Got it, got it.

You repeated it three times before you even got here, and counting everything you’ve said before, you’ve said it dozens of times: Find the Demon's true body and kill it before it becomes as terrifying as its copy.

Understood." Adam nodded. "Then that’s settled.

Compared to Reward Points and Branch Plotlines, the magical knowledge or specific items obtainable in this world—even the One Ring itself—are far more valuable.

Let's achieve these goals as much as possible.

First, I need Lina A and Song Tian; you two are with me…" The mixed-race man and the previously bouncing blonde girl nodded.

The Chinese youth smiled. "Heh, then I’ll take my leave first.

You all take your time crossing this desert.

Heh, don't let me grab all the Branch Plotlines or mission items in this world alone." Saying this, the Chinese youth formed a hand gesture.

The long, azure-edged sword on his back seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand and slowly floated before him.

The Chinese youth showed no hesitation; he stepped directly onto the blade of the sword and uttered a single word, "Swift!" Within seconds, he had flown hundreds of meters away, his speed far surpassing the Green Goblin's glider. "Hahaha, Adam, you guys crawl along slowly.

I’m going ahead first… I'm going to test the magical artifact I just refined from my sect against the Dark Lord Sauron—the Eight Trigrams Furnace of Doushuai to Subdue Demons and Monsters!" The Chinese youth's voice gradually faded into the distance… Jumping to