Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 267 Gods Arena

"...Some people say that Turka Arakano is not the legendary Dragonborn, but the real Dragonborn are Alesia, Talos, and a series of dragon and fire emperors under the Alesia and Septim dynasties ——Its taboo name and emperor title can be traced in the long history.

Gein has many evidences to prove that he can't swallow the soul of the dragon!
——Officials and many scholars and historical researchers who study this period agree that since Emperor Martin broke the amulets of the kings in Lingyun Temple, transformed into a golden dragon, and defeated Mehrunes Dagon who invaded Nirn.After that, the dragonborn disappeared from the history of Tamriel completely.

Until the great event known as "the return of the dragon" by later generations happened... "The Last Dragonborn" came to the world brazenly, as predicted in "Book of Dragonborn", and became the greatest dragon in the fourth era. hero.

As for the great spirits crowned by later generations as the Lord of the Holy Radiance, the Greatest Day, the King of the Three Power Crowns, and the Supreme Ismir, etc., scholars have gone through multiple investigations, traced back, and screened that period. The lives and local legends of some of the characters, and a surprising discovery was made: Turka Arakano is actually the other side of the order of the two great forces, which is Padomei, change, and——

Sithis.

This discovery shocked everyone, including me, who would like to study and understand all the frightening, exhilarating, despairing, joyous upheavals that occurred during that period; In his life, whether he has obtained the matching meaning and value of life—or just a mortal life with no gains or losses.

It has to be said that when humans (even long-lived elves) face things they cannot understand and fear, they will always produce shocking and fascinating sparks of thought—we cannot say that this process is futile and useless— -But, is this the truth?
In 4E173, in a way that mortals could not understand, Turca Arakano broke the resolution signed by the Creator Spirits under Direnita, and became a different kind of kingdom from the Alesia and Septim dynasties. Those demigod dragon descendants of the Dragon Fire Emperor, this is what I have seen with my own eyes!
It is not the opposite of order, it is not the source of frightening chaos, it is - is -

The side of our soul that is about doubt and tireless search for truth!
I dare say so, even in the presence of most holy Stoun. "

- "Chance to God" Duran Cypher

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Under the red light of the healing technique, the tendons and blood vessels in his chest and arms, as well as the tiny nerves recovered visible to the naked eye.

This is a novel experience, few people can witness their own heart beating.The strong vitality and majestic magic power—of course, as well as the miraculous function of the healing technique—allowed his recovery to proceed at a speed beyond that of ordinary people. After a while, his astonishing wounds regrown , Butt joint, scab, restore a new one.

After confirming that he was safe, Turka looked at his prize in surprise.The smooth and flat cut surface of the soul stone in front of me shone with intoxicating light, red for a while, dark blue for a while, and then black again, gorgeous and deadly.

The soul of the red dragon was seething in the new cage, and Turka even seemed to hear its angry roar.

According to Nirn's laws, dragons are essentially fragments of time and cannot be truly killed - Zhuo Genbao does not 'kill' the dragon, but fuses with it.In a sense, every time Zuo Genbao kills a dragon, it is the same as the merging of the filial son and the smelly and sullen muscular uncle—except that Turka is not an ordinary person. He pulled out the soul of the red dragon and imprisoned him In the previous huge soul stone, it was separated from the cycle of time, and the disguised "dragon slaying" was successful.

It was also on this day that Turka confirmed that he is indeed not a root treasure in the sense, he is a dragon descendant blessed by Yiru Iluvita, his essence is in Yiya, on the earth, not in any other Fantasy plane.

Mendana's soul kept roaring inside the gem, but the power of the law made him forever lose the possibility of resisting the person who possessed the soul stone.He was someone's slave again, the eternal kind.

"I hope you can get used to your new home."

Turka can feel that although the soul of the ancient red dragon is not angry and furious, but at the same time Turka can also feel his fear and despair.

The dragons of Orbis, while stronger than their counterparts in Middle-earth, are thankfully not at the level of the dragons of another famous fantasy world.At least, the giant dragons in this world cannot transform into human form, nor can they cast all kinds of powerful spells with nine rings or above that are hard to guard against.

Even if you die, you can't become a dracolich.

The dragon's soul roared endlessly.He cursed the demigod loudly, threatening to devour Turka's poor and humble soul, but Turka sneered and sneered: "We all know that you can't do it when you're alive, and you can't do it when you're dead." !"

Dragons don't die!
Menda Na's rant echoed in Turka's mind.

But you will be imprisoned forever in the darkest and most helpless place in the world!Time means nothing to you, and the exhaustion of all things has nothing to do with you!You can't hear the sound of the wind howling!Can't feel the soft sound of water flowing through the earth!I can no longer feel the surging vitality of blood and heartbeat flowing in my chest!You will be worn away by the eternity of all the meaning of existence, you can only watch but can no longer own it!

He retaliated to the red dragon for delivering such a few extremely vicious words, then lowered the gemstone and looked at the palm of his left hand.

In the palm of his left hand, a ball of pure white light seemed to be breathing, shining brightly.

This is the powerful soul bound in this soul stone before.

In order to imprison the soul of the ancient red dragon, Turka freed it from the gems that bound it.

After losing the 'cage' that allowed it to survive in the mortal world, this group of soul energy became unstable and weak. Suddenly, this group of white light began to collapse and expand, and it became a vague, with With a milky white transparent body and general facial features, the lower body is just a humanoid form of misty mist.

Turka frowned, he just thought of using the shackles of the soul stone to imprison the ancient red dragon, but this change was beyond his expectation.

The fuzzy face of this soul is numb and lifeless, as if it is just a mass of cold energy source.

Turka looked at the increasingly dark Dwemer Hall, and then at the soul that unexpectedly appeared before him.I really don't know how to deal with it.

Nirn's law has its trajectory and method.He wasn't sure if his forcible extraction of the soul trapped in the Soul Stone would hinder his next move.

He tried to inject a ray of magic into this soul.

A very faint trace.

This action seemed to irritate the soul, and it suddenly let out a sharp howl.The destructive power of this sound is astonishing. If any mortal heard it, he would die immediately.

Turka's face sank, "Kalya—" blurted out.

Like a sun rising from the dark ground.

The soul backed back again and again in horror, being roasted by this great and sacred light, bursts of weird black smoke.It stopped screaming death and disappeared into the cold rock.

Turka shut his mouth in surprise.

What the hell are you.Mendah Na roared in Turka's mind.I've never seen a tum like this!There is no such sound in the language of the dragon.

What you understand and know is not all.Turka replied.But I don't need to explain to you, because the loser has no human rights!

The red dragon was mad with anger. He tossed, roared, and screamed in the soul stone crazily, but he couldn't affect Turka at all.Turka let go of his great consciousness.

Only, to his surprise.He got nothing.

But he didn't have any more time to think about this weird soul. As his battle with the ancient red dragon came to an end, the Red Guards in the hall not far away also encountered huge troubles.

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The huge portal suspended in mid-air in the hall is so deep and frightening, the power of Molag Bal rushed into Nirn through the idol on the altar, tearing open a link between annihilation and The space gap in the mortal world—Since there is only one of the three altars left, the speed at which Molag Bal absorbs souls is greatly reduced, which makes the door of annihilation he opened unstable, and someone must be on the other side of the door While stabilizing the spell.

As the Blindman, who is completely controlled by the Lord of Enslavement, should have been the core of this spell, but due to the life-threatening raids of the Red Guards and half-elves, his attention was inevitably distracted.His keen hearing was disturbed by the gnawing sounds of fierce weapons, spells provoking and colliding, and his peaceful heart was turbulent with excitement about the imminent success of his master's terrifying plan, and he didn't notice what was behind him.

Although he succeeded in killing the most dangerous half-elf, and when the huntress thought she was successful, he planned to use the same spell to kill the followers of Stendhal who jumped on the high platform, but his throat was cut by the assassin. Tube.

The sorcerer stumbled forward a few steps, wanting to turn around and destroy that daring assassin.

But Nargis stabbed him in the back with a dagger first.

The assassin viciously twisted the dagger, sliced ​​into several pieces the evil filthy heart of the sorcerer, then pulled out the dagger, retreated quickly, and escaped into the shadows - the one-eyed Nord fully demonstrated how an assassin can be How it works: Always remember that the shadow is the Assassin's all-powerful authority.

This Famer wanted to say something but was choked by the frantic foam of blood. He stretched out his withered right hand to the statue of Molag Bal in vain, and the human bone staff fell to the ground feebly.

The sorcerer died, and his soul, like a half-elf, was immediately absorbed by the idol and became part of Molag Bal's power.

Solini Yorad was stunned by this sudden turn of events. She never expected that it was the damned assassin who saved her life again.

It was a premeditated murder.

As a follower of Stendhal, Solini should have condemned this behavior, but looking at the monster in front of her who had taken the life of her companion, the female Nord was horrified to find that she actually had a trace of satisfaction and joy in her heart.

Yes, she longed to slay these monsters, even by the meanest and most obscene means.

only because--

Among the crowd, the golden enchantment was destroyed by a demon of the Keenleaf level - before this, the spells of the Nords had already withstood too many attacks from the enemy, and the attack of this demon was only to destroy the embankment The last ant nest.

Three Kinwas-level demons broke through the ascetic's line of defense, and their deadly swords, axes and hammers attacked the bald Nords one after another.

The Nord with the tomahawk let out a roar, first took three quick steps back, and then charged forward, slashing fiercely at an enemy's forehead with the heavy ax in his hand.Split the hapless foe's head down the middle.

Then he shouldered the wounds of the shoulders and waist and abdomen being chopped by two other enemies, forcibly twisted his body, cut half of the No. 1 enemy's head with the heavy ax in his hand, and slashed down fiercely.

The battle ax pushed back the weapon of the enemy holding the long sword, and finally cut into the enemy's chest.

The demon screamed in pain, grabbed the ax blade in front of his chest ferociously, and laughed evilly on his hideous red ugly face.

Duran let go of the handle of the axe, and a long-planned spell burst out from his fingertips. The golden light hit the No.2 and No.3 demons, smashing several big holes in their chests.

But a demon approached him from behind.

The ascetic turned back.

In the desperate cry of the huntress, a hideous black giant sword whizzed past, and a head soared into the sky.

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Green, red, white, and black rays of light flew towards Turka.

Turka snorted coldly, raised his hand and cast an enchantment technique.In an instant, colorful rays of light hit the transparent enchantment, causing ripples.The magic aura kept bursting out, and the two sides caused magic fluctuations, which caused gusts of wind to blow up the already messy and chaotic hall.Rubble, armor, weapons, and even corpses flew all over the sky, and then passed through the gate of annihilation covering the sky above the hall, and fell to the cold harbor beyond the gate.

In the heart of grief, Molag Bal angrily separated a strand of his huge and evil will, carefully passed through the door of annihilation torn open by his power and the soul power absorbed through the altar, bundled it into a small point, and hid On one of the slaves, his eyes were full of resentment staring at the figure taller than the crocodile lord in the hall.

He made more Genreef-level demon casters stabilize the altar's spell.

At the same time, the Lord of Cold Harbor ordered more of his enslaved Daedra and vampires to enter Nirn through the unstable Gate of Annihilation.

But Turka, who let go of the restraints, opened his mouth and roared with all his might—although he tried his best to rush over, in the end, Turka still watched helplessly as a demon slashed the ascetic's head with his sword. chopped down.

(On the other hand, under the siege of enemies several times or even more than ten times larger than him, the Red Guards died in just a matter of breath.)
The domed hall and the special and airtight structure also strengthened the power of Tumu's roar, which was no less powerful than the unshakable force. The terrifying sound waves instantly shattered everyone's eardrums, and continued to spread and reverberate in the Dwemer's ruins.Unable to withstand such a massive attack, the huge rock dome finally began to shake and crack.

As the earth shook and the mountains shook, the enemies either covered their ears in pain and fell to the ground, or were smashed to pieces by the falling boulders.

And the moment Turka put away the enchantment, another spell blurted out from his lips.

"Statica kupole!"

A lightning ball containing a destructive aura condensed in the air, and quickly bounced off a straight silver snake. All the demon warriors hit by this terrible lightning were instantly turned into fly ash—this is not to say that the Dwemer guards Stronger than these Daedra creatures, but the resistance to spells, the machine is destined to be much higher than most Nirn/annihilation creatures-after isolating Molag Bal's ravings, Turka can be safer Hugging Nirn's bones, his weakness is spiritual and divine, but the magic required for this spell is fixed.

The death of a large number of slaves will not make Molag Bal angry. Every loss of life will only increase the strength of the Lord of Cold Harbor. What really angers the Lord of Enslavement and Domination is——

The assassin fell out of the shadows, staggering, with pain on his face.Thin bloodshot eyes flowed from his two ears, and his eyes were confused and desperate.He was horrified to see that lightning bolts with extremely destructive aura danced wildly in the air, and all the objects hit were turned into balls of fly ash.

And this one-eyed, cunning assassin was no more than a few steps away from the statue.

You vile little bug!The will of Molag Bal roared in Nargis' mind.Do you think you can challenge the great Lord of Cold Harbor over and over again just by being a mere mortal?This epoch, and even epochs beyond, will belong to oblivion!Belongs to the great Molag Bal!And you, maggot, you are nothing but a meaningless shell!Meaningless!
In the void, Molag Bal turned into a frightening black mist that froze the soul. In the mist, there were countless distorted faces, painful human faces, foul-smelling viscous liquid, and sinister sharp spikes. screaming, with countless pairs of terrifying eyes.All roaring, laughing, angry, and howling, they rushed at the One-Eyed Assassin, trying to drown him and devour him!

Nargis screamed desperately, trying to move his stiff hands and feet to escape the trial of the father of vampires.Or punish!
But his power in the void is but a drop in the ocean to Molag Bal!
He yelled in fear, moaned in despair, and cursed angrily, cursing the gods who made him step into such a horrible and desperate situation, cursing the web spinner.

I heard.

A cold, unrecognizable male and female voice rang in Nargis' ears.You turned your back on me and followed my steps, mortal, you make me very happy!
Nargis was dumbfounded.

Should I punish you, or reward you?
Said the soft, cold, but very pleasant voice.

Nargis's throat was extremely dry, as if he had just screamed for a long time, he shouted word by word: Mephala!

The Weaver let out that strange laugh that the Assassin couldn't tell the gender of.You are very smart.Mephala said.I don't like it very much.But I like the way you defy the gods!
I didn't mean that...

Don't insult me ​​with your dusty mind!The goddess was furious.Then He said softly: No, you are right. Lies are in our nature, and countless lies build the direction and meaning of our actions!
The assassin dared not 'speak' any more.

He even saw that with the sound of this strange but inexplicable voice that reassured him, the phantoms of Molag Bal seemed to stop. They stretched their teeth and claws, twisted wantonly, and rolled up and down, but they couldn't get close to this daring Noah. German.

And the Web Weaver obviously noticed the terrifying incarnation of the father of vampires, he giggled, I've decided, I want to reward you.Said the goddess of lies, sex and murder to Nargis.

Because, I don't like the triumphant look of that vampire bat.

And - I'm going to punish you!

You idiot, how dare you blaspheme my sacred taboo!
Roaring in rage, the Webweaver pushed the Assassin out of the void.He staggered and ran forward, amidst Molag Bal's angry and terrifying roar, and under the surprised, furious, terrified, and puzzled eyes of everyone, he bumped into the altar's god statue.

"This is not what I want..."

In the desperate eyes of the assassin, a force emanated from the Nords and shattered the idol of Molag Bal.

In an instant, everyone stopped.

All eyes were on the gate of annihilation above the altar.

I saw that without the power of the Lord of Cold Harbor, the door of annihilation flickered for a moment, and then collapsed.

　Thanks to book friend Ruoyu Chenfeng, Sajia is a delicate flower, a monthly ticket who loves to drink milk tea.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)