Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 261 Power Beyond Mortals

The colossus was a full twenty feet high, or more than six meters.The head is very similar to the Dwarven statues that can be seen everywhere in Turka during this time, the dull metal eyes are shining red, the armor on the chest is as thick as a ball, and there is a hot flame inside, and the red eyes The light is exactly the same.The fragile joints of the two shoulders are protected by huge semicircular Dwemer metal. The legs are thick and thick. The hissing steam and the sound of gears spinning rapidly are accompanied by the march. The left hand is a huge battering ram, and the right hand is a commanding ram. The dreadful muzzle.Flames hot enough to melt iron and gold are gushing out from inside.

I thought it was just a centurion.Turka cursed secretly.

"Islane!" Solini screamed.

The huntress and the Bretons were protected by the magic of the demigod. Although the attack of the giant statue was fierce and shocking, the terrifying torrent of flames finally shunted out from the left and right sides of the ice wall, roaring and devouring the entire city. The rest of the empty square in front of the majestic building.

The Red Guard, who was punched by the giant statue, just fell to the left not far from the bronze door, and was swept by this terrifying flame.

Turka, however, saw the flames engulfing Islan and the magic sword in his hand.But most of the flames were absorbed by this dark, ferocious magic sword.The Redguard was like a mainstay in the flood. He lowered his head and knelt half-kneeling, pressing the tip of the magic greatsword against the cold ground to protect himself from further damage.

The blow from the Colossus was so hard that the Redguard's ribs snapped so easily that he couldn't stand up in such pain—Islahn worried for a moment whether the bone had lodged in his lungs—but it happened so quickly. It was so fast that Solini and the Brighton people had no time to discern the situation of their companions, but Turka reminded them loudly: "Don't worry, he's fine, what we should worry about now is to take this What about monsters?"

There are countless magic inscriptions engraved on the astonishing body of the colossus. Obviously, compared with the previous guards, this guardian not only has stronger defense power, but also has a strong resistance to magic attacks. Turka suspects , even a master-level lightning spell cannot destroy the core of the Colossus.

He tried to separate a sliver of consciousness to search for and touch the soul hidden in the giant soul stone as big as his fist hidden in the thick breastplate of the colossus.

But it is a pity that these souls captured by the ancient Dwemer have long lost all self-awareness. They are like a group of cold flames, still burning, but they can no longer warm people's hearts.

Also, the soul trapped in the Colossus is more powerful than those previously trapped in the Dwarven Balls and Dwarven Spiders.It was beating and roaring violently, continuously bursting out endless light and flames. Driven by it, the gigantic twenty-foot-tall colossus, countless gears were rotating rapidly with the steam rattling.When it realized that its own flames could not do anything to the intruders in front of it, it swung a huge battering ram and punched the ice wall.

Turka cursed secretly again.

With just a click, the huge siege hammer shattered the thick ice, and the shattered ice flew all over the sky. The cold air froze the dense steam, which turned into fine raindrops and fell on the intruder's head, body, and feet. .

Under the shocked and terrified gazes of the huntresses, the huge metal mallet quickly hit Turka Arakano who was standing proudly in front of everyone.

The invalidation of the spell also affected Turka a little bit. He was in a trance for a while, feeling sick, and after he isolated the part of his soul that was fused with Molag Bal, he was in a strange state of weakness.

But he still raised his hand and caught the Colossus' fist.

when.

The palms and fists of the two collided in the air, causing an exaggerated shock wave.The huntress and the Breton man behind were shaken to one knee, and the bald ascetic friar was tottering in the strong wind, blowing up the wide cloak on him, exposing two bare thighs.

But none of that was as shocking as what happened next.

I saw the 'short' figure who blocked the fierce blow of the twenty-foot-tall metal colossus grabbed the huge fist of the colossus and pulled it hard. The huge force without waves made the colossus stagger forward involuntarily. took two steps.

Looking at the giant statue that lost its center of gravity, Turka raised his right leg and kicked heavily on the guardian's thick left leg.

With a bang, the left leg of the colossus broke from where it should have been at the knee, and flew backwards, hitting the ground more than ten meters away, with a non-stop bang.

The colossus, which lost its left leg, also tilted completely to the left and fell down.

Facing the ten-ton guardian colossus, Turka didn't panic at all. The dragon's heart beat like a drum, and the breath he exhaled was hot and heavy. He raised his right knee and slammed into the fallen On the dull head of the guardian.

The result was another bang, the guardian's head was thrown up by the violent blow, and the sound of metal twisting and breaking was sharp and piercing.

Click, clang.

A huge metal head flew out of the giant statue and fell to the ground. The sound of impact echoed endlessly in the empty Dwemer ruins.

The Huntress and the Breton had eyes like copper bells, their jaws drooping almost out of joint.

And the ascetic monk was not much better, he smiled bitterly and chanted something in a low voice.

Ah, Turka even misses this feeling a little bit.Don't you know, before this, I was a fighter?Turka sneered at some existence in the dark.

But the Guardians and other Dwemer guards are all machine creations. They don't need to breathe, and they don't have the psychology of fear, cowardice, and worrying about gains and losses. As long as the energy core is not destroyed, even if everything that builds their bodies is destroyed, they will not' die'.

The Dwemer Colossus, which lost a leg and head, turned the cannon muzzle on its right hand. With the continuous rotation of the gears and the hissing of steam, a bright red light suddenly sprayed towards Turka Arakano.

At this moment, Turka's miraculous state when he triggered the Dwemer's mechanism appeared again.The activity and flow of all things in the world became sluggish like ant flies in the quagmire: he saw the Redguard standing up while holding on to his wounds; he saw the ascetic utter the last incantation, and a golden light enveloped everything. people; seeing the Breton's fingers glow green with telekinetics—

Here it is again, this feeling.

If someone saw the eyes of Turka Arakano at this time, they would be surprised to see that the demigod's pupils, which were as thin as silk threads, began to change slowly, becoming thicker at both ends and thinner in the middle, forming a weird symbol.

Turka even clearly saw the first ray of sparks emerge from nothing, from thin to fierce like a flood; he looked at the metal giant statue blazing red and full of steam, and seemed to understand something.

Instead of dodging, he let the flames engulf him.

"No—" The huntress' mournful cry came to an abrupt end.

In the blazing flames, a giant-like figure suddenly appeared. Facing the swift attack of the Dwarven Guardian's molten iron and gold, he stretched out his huge hands, and grabbed the giant statue's chest that was engraved with magical inscriptions. Thick armor, tear it hard.

The sound of metal twisting and breaking almost caused everyone to lose their hearing. Israel and the others covered their ears in pain, lowered their heads, and felt nausea and vomiting.

"Sorry, but this is mine."

Turka Arakano grabbed the soul stone hidden behind the thick magic armor, pulled it hard, and pulled it out of the chest of the twenty-foot-tall colossus.

(End of this chapter)