Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 259 Evil Fragment Soul Stone

Powerful energies emanated from Turka, and they swirled and shone with colorful colors, shaking the air around them.Some of these energies shone brightly over his lofty head like a crown; but pale, frightening colors flew behind him like a cloak, drawing his shadow long , occupying almost the entire hall.

He could feel the spell disintegrating, but he didn't know how to prevent disaster from spreading to his friends.Because the fragments of Molag Bal's soul kept laughing and fluctuating in his mind, making him unable to concentrate.

"Think of a way..." Xi Lang yelled, his whole body trembling—most lightning spells have a paralyzing effect, which is difficult to eliminate even with enchantment, which makes the half-elf look a little funny, his muscles are not strong enough Twitching under control, he probably understood what he said.

The strong light from the spells of the two made it impossible for others to look directly at them. One after another, silver-white lightning struck the ascetic monk's magic barrier one after another. Duran almost exhausted all his strength to resist it. Stay away from this terrible attack.

But even so, the light-curtain-like golden barrier gradually became thinner and turbulent under the torrent of terrifying spells, and could barely support it.

Everyone heard the wailing of the Bretons. Gritting his teeth, Israel pulled out the crossbow bolt that pierced his shoulder. The severe pain and the convulsive effect of the lightning spell made him tremble uncontrollably.He threw the metal crossbow bolt.

Sure enough, the silver snakes all over the sky smashed on the small crossbow bolt as if they were attracted by some natural things.Then, amidst the exclamation of the others, the Red Guards rushed out of the light curtain of the enchantment technique.

Islan roared, swung the magic giant sword, and slashed at Turka Arakano, who was full of light and looked like a god of light and darkness—to be precise, he slashed at the top of Turka Arakano's head. A terrifying ball of light with a destructive aura.

"Do not--"

In the glare of the glare, Islahn seemed to hear the scream of the huntress, but before he had time to think about what this meant, the magic in the giant sword was triggered, and a howling red light hit the core of the demigod's spell.

Wake up, please.

Israeln was slammed into the chest by a bolt of lightning, and flew upside down fiercely, and the giant sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clanging clang.But before he completely fainted, Israel vaguely saw that the already unstable core of the spell suddenly rose suddenly after being hit by his random and destructive blow, and then exploded with a bang.

The bright light in an instant occupied everyone's sight.

Vaguely, Israel seemed to see a huge figure being thrown out by the explosion, and then he was not clear about anything.

When he woke up again, he saw a pair of concerned eyes.It was an amber vertical pupil, and the two diamond-shaped black pupils diverged slightly, looking a bit like a lazy cat.They looked at Israeln with a little scrutiny and a little apology.

"What happened..." Israel shook his drowsy head, throwing out the impolite thoughts in his heart.

"My spell is out of control." As if aware of his inner thoughts, the lazy cat turned into a majestic dragon, and the mountain-like pressure made Israeln almost breathless.But soon, Turka laughed again—"I'm sorry," the demigod said sincerely: "My battle is not only on the material level, but also in the depths of the soul. I am really sorry that it has affected you."

Israeln found him lying on the ground, surrounded by the scattered remains of the Dwemer guards, others resting or collecting trophies.The original white magic light turned into gold, shining brightly on the high ceiling.

Obviously, it is the ascetic monk who supports this spell, not the demigod in front of him-about this, everyone, including Islaen, is very strange. Duran, who clearly believes in the god of justice, mercy and benevolence, casts it All of them are divine spells, but why is the spell cast by Turka, a demigod, just ordinary earth bone magic...

"I have to say thank you," Turka continued, "It was you who saved me at a critical moment."

Israeln was very surprised. He looked at this powerful demigod, and found that at this time, he had lost the terrifying appearance of godlike demon before, but had returned to the calm and gentle appearance when they first met; he looked at the demigod again. Look at his companions who are beaming as he wakes up—ah, there is Duran, there is Solini, and there is even half-elf Xi Lang.They stopped their work one after another and wanted to pounce on the brave and fearless Red Guards, but Turka stopped them by raising his hand.

So, they all nodded regretfully to Islahn, and continued to collect something among the wreckage of the Dwemer guards.The sharp-eyed Red Guards saw from the flickering candles and the light of magic light that they were crystal gems.

"Soul Stone?"

Islam sat up and asked in surprise.

Turka took a deep look at him, knowing that he intended to avoid this complicated issue, so he was unwilling to force it.In fact, after this reckless attempt, Turka also discovered that as he drew more power from Molag Bal's evil soul fragments, he slid more quickly to the dark side.It's a double-edged sword - no, it's an unabashed poison!

Molag Bal is undoubtedly a powerful deity, and his soul fragment is the embodiment of corruption and darkness. Anyone who tries to seize this power will inevitably suffer from the corruption of his evil dark soul.

Therefore, although the Redguard's seemingly reckless destruction of the core of the spell caused terrible consequences - he was knocked into the air by the explosion and suffered terrible countermeasures: his mind became a mess, he could not think , also unable to move.The bursting lightning almost hit his chest.But he still isolated the ravings of Molag Bal's soul fragment in his mind, disconnected some kind of link with the father of vampires, and determined not to touch it again.

This makes him weak, because the connection between the two is no longer a simple relationship between one and two, but you and me in each other, which is a strange symbiotic relationship.

Turka didn't know how Molag Bal felt in Cold Harbor, but Turka himself could clearly feel that as he separated the part that 'belongs' to him, he and Nairn The link of his body is also covered with a layer of fuzzy dividing line-although he can still feel the bones of Nairn, Turka knows that he is indeed not as strong as when he was complete.

It feels like artificially putting a shackles on yourself.

heavy.

weak.

not free.

But Turka still braced himself for the injury, and used his exclusive dragon roar - "Time Rewinding", pulling the dying Redguard back from Okay.

"Yes, the Soul Stone."

Turka Arakano touched the robe that was scorched on his chest, and sighed.His body can withstand the bombardment of such a powerful spell—praise be—but he cannot prevent the clothes sewn for him by the Firstborn Sons from being burned and pierced!These are one of the few things he brought from another crystal wall. Their meaning is not just an ordinary piece of clothing, forehead crown, and accessories, but represents what he loves and is still waiting for him. Go back to everything.

A sad, complicated thought flashed through Turka.

He twisted a crystal clear white gemstone with multiple facets, placed it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, as if he saw a distorted, poor and weak soul that was pulled away.

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