Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 238 The Third Dragon Roar Seal
"The battle between Molag Bal and Turka on the spiritual level is almost unknown, but it is obvious that the winner of this battle is what we will later call the Lord of the Radiance, the Sun of the Deep, and the Crown of the Three Powers. King's otherworldly dragonborn.

At that time, Turka Alakano shouted "Kalya, yulme" and cast a new dragon cry, so the light returned to the evil land, Molag Bal was sealed, and a terrible conspiracy was eliminated in the invisible. "—Excerpt from "Chance to Becoming God" Vigilant Duran Cypher
"Many scholars have conducted in-depth research on the meanings behind the many dragon languages ​​of Turka Arakano, but in many cases, the conclusions they draw are often very controversial. Among them, "Kalya, yulme" and the subsequent "nosta", It is considered to be a complete dragon roar, and its meaning should be "clear and bright, shining on the mortal world, with brilliant power, deterring demons." '". - "The Secret of the Dragon's Roar" by Tilia Logatus

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A part of Molag Bal's will entered Turka Arakano's mind, using Turka's inner anxiety and dark side to construct an illusory future.

At first, Turka did fall into the trap.Because at that time he didn't have a clear understanding of his own power, and he couldn't integrate the boundaries of the two worlds well. He was captured by the dark side of his heart and became irritable, restless, and angry.

But Molag Bal should not have appeared before Turka was completely lost.

Just as Turka Arakano is not a natural person of Orbis, Molag Bal is not a chapter in the grand movement of Yiya. His appearance makes the future he constructed appear so stagnant and discordant voice.

This made Turka, who was lost, instinctively sensed something was wrong.

This is not Arda.

A voice sounded in the depths of Turka's consciousness. This is his id instinctively resisting the invasion of outsiders.

As he remembered his true self, the world of illusion crumbled before him, and his and Molag Bal's phantoms emerged from the void.

"You can't get rid of me!" Maharaja Daedra was very angry. Originally, he thought that the person/god/demon in front of him was just a fragment split by Sithis, but to his ecstasy, he unexpectedly He saw something that surprised even him.

"you are mine!"

The black shadow transformed by the master of slavery and domination is extremely huge.Darker than night.Inside is the most evil and terrifying will of the demon god. He is biting Turka's soul, corroding his will, and intending to devour him.

"This is the future! It is your destiny! We are one! Surrender to me! I am Molag Bal! Lord of slavery and domination! Harvester of souls! Lord of torment!"

A pair of huge eye sockets appeared in the black shadow, shooting out a scorching red light, as if what was in those eye sockets was not eyeballs, but raging fire. "Light is darkness! Chaos is order! Father and mother created Orbis! Return and eternal life! This is the truth of eternal creation! Why should you resist?"

The King of Torment was roaring, sophistrying, using sweet words and bloody violence, tearing and devouring Turka's soul.This is his domain and the way he exercises his authority.The void even began to congeal under his power.

Turka felt himself being swallowed by darkness.Cold as ice, hot as fire, darkness more eerie than death engulfed him and the whole world.

"You think you can control me? No, you don't understand what I've been through. I'm nobody! I'm me! Get out of my world!" Turka shouted angrily, and Morag Barr fought.

Turka's soul instinctively turned into an indomitable giant, with intense light erupting from his eyes, tearing and beating the black shadow transformed by Molag Bal, and the void became turbulent under this battle, becoming boil up.

This is not a battle in the conventional sense, but a competition of will, an understanding of the world, and a mastery of oneself.The defeated side, the weak side is very likely to be swallowed by the strong side and turned into nothingness.

At first, because Turka was too young, he seemed a little helpless against the devouring of this evil god-in simple terms that we can understand, his panel attributes are at the boss level, but his skill bar has only a few One, there is no deep research on game data.And Molag Bal's version is more advanced, having advantages in both experience and data panels.

In the end, the giant's beating gradually became weak, and the stalwart and holy body became scarred.But the black shadow that was torn apart by Turka condensed and formed again, turning into vine-like tentacles, entangled his limbs and torso bit by bit, and the evil quickly occupied the giant's body like a corpse spot. Body.

pain!

fear!

helpless!

Many negative emotions engulfed Turka. He seemed to be in a world of ice and snow, and seemed to be thrown into an endless abyss. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape this evil engulfment.

Molag Bal laughed smugly, thinking he had won.Laughter echoed in the void, like a doomsday.

At the same time, with most of Molag Bal's power betting on Turka Arakano, their suppression of the one-eyed assassin was much smaller.

Nargis gasped heavily and escaped from the endless darkness. He saw in horror that the darkness behind the statue on the altar surged and seemed to swallow everything in this world.

However, the originally majestic and stalwart body of Turka Arakano who was fighting with him became rickety and old little by little.An ominous black aura appeared on his limbs and face. Although he was still fighting, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the counterattack of the dragon descendant from another world was so feeble, and failure was imminent.

"The Weaver of the Web! Is this a test for me?" Nargis was sweating profusely.

After a pause, he even said in a self-defeating manner: "Shuer! I'm just a humble mortal, and this shouldn't be my responsibility."

It is said that at that time, he was not purely out of good intentions, but he deeply understood that every Daedric lord is not a pure, good and innocent god. If Molag Bal is allowed to swallow Turka The soul of Arakanor, the next thing this father of vampires has to do is kill them as easily as crushing an ant.

Or, chain their souls to Cold Harbor for eternity—one of the favorite pastimes of the cruel Prince of Oblivion.

At this moment, a weak voice reminded him. "Amulet!" The dying Redguard lay weakly on the icy ground and murmured.

"What?" Nargis muttered impatiently.But then his eyes widened in an instant, and the assassin frantically took out the amulet he 'got' from the vigilante from his bosom.

Ah, Nargis doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, he saved him, it's just a necklace, shouldn't it be right?
This is a classic horn-shaped Stendhal amulet {The horn is the symbol of the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy, symbolizing courage and fairness, and calling on believers to treat everything in the world with mercy and kindness. }, the small golden horn is dotted with precious stones and broken diamonds, and then connected by steel, hanging in the middle.

"God of justice!"

Nargis yelled involuntarily.I saw this talisman blessed by the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy as soon as it was exposed to the eerie underground altar, it burst out with dazzling light {From the very beginning, Turka felt that the radiance of this Holy Spirit He has been swaying this mission with seemingly nothing—it turns out that his guess is not wrong.If not, the Redguards would not have survived}, as if they were about to pierce the boundless darkness

"Destroy that idol!" Islan shouted loudly to the assassin with his last breath.

As if aware of the arrival of the mortal enemy, Molag Bal's offensive was stalled, and he devoted part of his energy to the few people outside the altar in shock and anger.

"No, damned god of hypocrisy!" Molag Bal recognized the divine power flowing on that talisman, and was startled and furious.The huge underground ruins vibrated under the power of this powerful Prince of Annihilation. Many pipes built by the Dwemer began to crack, and the sound of gears breaking continued.

And the Markas city above the ruins shook like a sandcastle on the beach, causing people to scream even more helplessly.

The silver-blooded patriarch in Shixia Fortress and the silver-blooded daughter at the Silver-blooded Inn seem to have sensed something, and their faces changed drastically.

"You can't stop it! I will come!"

The Lord of Slavery and Dominion roared, and the idol on the altar burst into an unprecedented dazzling red light, like blood.

In fact, it was the same. All the sacrifices on the twelve stone pillars let out a muffled groan, and the blood on their bodies flowed to the statue at a faster speed.And the idol seemed to be supplemented, the ruby-like evil eyes erupted with a more dazzling red light than before, almost so bright that Nargis couldn't open his eyes.

Nargis seemed to hear a voice, and he urged and encouraged the assassin to walk into the altar to stop Molag Bal's plot.

Nargis thought to himself, "This is so ironic, I'm the idiot after all?"

Well, our Mr. Assassin has always considered the great heroes of legend and poetry to be idiots, third-rate country tales to fool farmers and women.But now, someone told him that he was the protagonist of the story, and even he couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of absurdity.

Almost at the same time, an evil spell glowing with a strange red light shot at the one-eyed assassin holding the amulet of the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy.

"Actually, I want to say, I refuse!" the assassin sighed.

But in the next second, the talisman emitted a bright brilliance and collided with the spell.The two erupted with dazzling magical aura, illuminating the crypt as if it were daytime.

"Damn the light, burn me!" The assassin yelled, like a lonely hero, holding up a talisman, step by step towards the altar shrouded in the power of the King of Torment.

This greatly angered Prince Daedra who was hiding in a plane of annihilation, and he put more of his power into that spell in an attempt to destroy the bug controlled by the mortal enemy.

But he miscalculated.

For evil should not forget that it is not only threatened by the Lord of Justice, Mercy, and Mercy!Turka, who had already fallen into bitter struggle and despair, was keenly aware that the master of slavery and domination was actually distracted, and the power that originally trapped him was loosened.So, he struck out angrily.Freed from Molag Bal's shackles.

I saw that the giant who had been sluggish suddenly burst out with extremely blazing light.That is the secret fire in his body, the source of the two worlds.It has always been hidden in his body, in his soul, and now it is awakened, with its own glorious power, shaking demons and destroying saints.

Molag Bal didn't expect that, when he was distracted for a moment, the countermeasures from both sides came like a tide.

As if to match Turka, the talisman in the assassin's hand erupted with a stronger golden light.Under the obstruction of this golden light, the spell of the King of Torment stagnated.Then Qiqi erupted with more intense light, and finally both sides dimmed and disappeared into nothingness.

At this moment, the wind stopped.

The earth-shaking fluctuations became gentle, and the crypt became pitch black again.

Witnessing the disappearance of the last light on both sides and the boundless darkness, Turka thought of the sun and moon of Arda, and the stars of Varda!

More importantly, he thought of the beautiful and incomparable light of creation that he saw in the void, so he yelled his third dragon roar in Mengdas.

"Kalya {Quenya, light, flash}"

Nargis, who thought he was going to die, stared dumbfounded at the sun erupting from the darkness, illuminating the crypt as if he was in heaven.

"Damn it." The assassin murmured, two lines of hot tears flowed from his eyes.This is the tears of joy, but also the complaint of happiness. "My eyes!" Nargis yelled.Stumbling and running in the light, he bumped into the platform in the center of the altar.

Just as scholars of later generations wondered, was it Turka Arakano who understood the mystery of the transcendence of all things, or Akatosh gave birth to the third dragon descendant, and why his dragon roar was so powerful that it chased the gods !

It is said that Turka's dragon roar is the first light of all things, the source of life, and the beginning of all things.It is pure and pure, holy and innocent.Its majesty, majesty, and splendor are shocking all directions.

In the void, the shadow transformed by the King of Torment uttered a shrill scream. This light not only affected the material world, but also hurt Him at the soul level.Under the light, the phantom of Molag Bal emitted thick smoke, which violently churned like boiling water.

"It's—no—you shouldn't be—no! It can't be!"

Turka could feel that this "dragon roar" was more difficult than the dragon roar he had comprehended before, and it seemed that some kind of power was preventing him from gaining more knowledge about this dragon roar.

But he still called out the second word.

"yulme {Quenya, purify, burn}."

Ah, praise is like!
The Holy Iluvita!
You are all present and all future.

You look down on all living beings in the void!

Dominates survival, but also destroys.

You are all things, you are one,

Everything is at your command, as is everything.

You are everything.

In a trance, Turka Arakano couldn't help singing the holy name of Ru with emotion.May your prestige prosper and be the only one!

With the birth of the second word of the dragon roar, Molag Bal, who was still trying to resist, quickly turned into flying ashes.Even after a long time, the screams of the King of Torment still echoed in the empty and blackened crypt, making all the reckless people who dared to enter here frightened and unable to make the trip.

This light even ignored the distance between matter and space, and printed into Cold Harbor.

It is said that on that day, the residents of Lenggang were all shocked to see that a magnificent, indescribable, and beautiful beam of light descended from the sky, shining on the palace of the Lord of Slavery and Dominion, on the heart of grief.

And Molag Bal's evil and depraved soul could not hide under this light, panicking like a rat.His real body was burned until it emitted black smoke, and his hideous and terrifying figure became gray and withered under the light. His naked skin was scorched black and cracked, peeling off piece by piece in the flames, and the pain forced him to let out a terrifying cry. Screaming, causing the entire Cold Harbor to tremble.

In the end, the devastated Molag Bal fled into the deeper and darker caverns, and for a long time did not dare to show his face again.

And almost at the same time, the assassin pushed down something in a panic.

slap.

Everyone heard a crisp crash, as if something was broken.

(End of this chapter)