"The spiritual battle between Morag Bal and Turka is almost unknown, but it is clear that the winner of this battle was what we would later call the Lord of the Light, the Deepest Sun, and the Three Crowns. The king's alien dragonborn.
At that time, Turka Aracano shouted "kalya, yulme" and unleashed a new dragon roar, so light returned to the evil land, Morag Bal was sealed, and a terrible conspiracy was eliminated Intangible. ”——Excerpted from "The Opportunity to Become a God" by the vigilant Duran Cypher
"Many scholars have conducted in-depth research on the meanings behind many dragon languages in Turka Aracano, but in many cases, the conclusions drawn are often highly controversial. Among them, "kalya, yulme" and the subsequent "nosta", It is considered to be a complete dragon roar, and its meaning should be 'purifying light, illuminating the mortal world, with brilliant power, frightening the demons. '". - "The Mystery of the Dragon's Roar" by Tilia Logatus
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Part of Morag Bal's will entered the mind of Turka Aracano, using Turka's inner anxiety and dark side to construct an illusory future.
At first, Turka did indeed fall into the trap. Because he did not have a clear understanding of his own power at that time, and could not integrate the boundaries between 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 shown up before Tulka was completely lost.
Just as Turka Aracano is not a natural person of Orbis, Molag Bal is not a chapter in the great movement of Yiya. His appearance brings a trace of stagnation and disharmony to the future he built. sound.
This made the lost Turka instinctively realize that something was wrong.
This is not Arda.
A voice sounded deep in Turka's consciousness. This was his instinct to resist the invasion of outsiders.
As he remembered his true self, the illusory world collapsed before him, and he and Morag Bal's transformed shadows appeared in the void.
"You can't get rid of me!" Lord Daedra was very angry. He originally thought that the person/god/demon in front of him was just a fragment of Sithis, but to his joy, he unexpectedly He saw something that surprised even him.
"you are mine!"
The black shadow transformed by the Lord of Slavery and Domination is extremely huge. Darker than night. The most evil and terrifying will of this demon is roiling inside. He is biting Turka's soul, corroding his will, and intends to devour him.
"This is the future! It is your destiny! We are one! Surrender to me! I am Molag Bal! The Lord of Slavery and Domination! The Reaper of Souls! The Lord of Torment!"
A pair of huge eye holes appeared in the black shadow, emitting a blazing red light, as if what was in those eye sockets was not eyeballs, but blazing fire. "Light is darkness! Chaos is order! Father and Mother created Orbis! Return and eternal life! This is the truth of eternal creation! Why do you resist?"
The King of Torment roared, reasoned, used sweet words, and used bloody violence to tear and devour Turka's soul. This is His domain and the way in which He exercises authority. The void even begins to condense under His power.
Turka felt himself being swallowed by darkness. Cold as ice, hot as fire, a darkness darker than death engulfed him and the entire world.
"You think you can control me? No, you don't understand what I have been through. I am nobody! I am who I am! Get out of my world!" Turka shouted angrily, and Morag... Barr started a fight.
Turka's soul instinctively transformed into a giant standing tall on the sky. Strong light erupted from his eyes, tearing and beating the black shadow transformed by Molag Bal. The void became turbulent and became turbulent under this battle. Boiling.
This is not a battle in the conventional sense, but a competition of wills, understanding of the world, and mastery of oneself. The defeated side, the weak side is very likely to be swallowed up by the strong side and turned into nothingness.
At first, because Turka was too young, he seemed a little helpless against the evil god's devouring - to put it simply in terms we can understand, his panel attributes are boss-level, but his skill bar only has a few , and there is no in-depth research on game data. The version of Molag Bal is even more advanced, with advantages in both experience and data panels.
In the end, the giant's beatings gradually became weak, and the majestic and holy body became scarred. But the black shadow that was torn apart by Turka re-condensed into shape, turning into vine-like tentacles that entangled his limbs and torso bit by bit. The evil quickly occupied the giant's body like a corpse stain. Body.
pain!
fear!
helpless!
Many negative emotions engulfed Turka. He seemed to be in a world of ice and snow, and he seemed to be thrown into an endless abyss. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape this evil devouring.
Molag Bal laughed triumphantly, thinking he was sure of victory. Laughter echoed in the void, like the end of the world.
At the same time, with most of Molag Bal's power invested in Turka Aracano, their suppression of the one-eyed assassin became much smaller.
Nargis gasped for air and escaped from the endless darkness. He was horrified to see that the darkness behind the statue on the altar surged and seemed to swallow everything in the world.
But the originally majestic and huge body of Turka Aracano who fought with him became rickety and old bit by bit. An ominous black energy appeared on his limbs and face. Although he was still fighting hard, anyone with a clear eye could see that the alien dragonborn's counterattack was so feeble and that failure was imminent.
"Your Majesty is the web weaver! Is this a test for me?" Nargis was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
After a pause, he even gave up on himself and said, "Shul! I'm just a humble mortal, this shouldn't be my responsibility."
It is said that at that time, he was not simply out of good intentions, but he deeply understood that every Daedra Lord was not a simple, kind and innocent god. If Morag Bal was allowed to devour Turka ·The soul of Aracano, what the father of vampires has to do next is just to kill them as easily as crushing an ant.
Or, to have their souls trapped in Coldharbour and tortured for eternity - one of the cruelest princes of Annihilation's favorite daily pastimes.
Just then, a weak voice reminded him. "Amulet!" The dying Red Guard lay down on the cold ground and murmured weakly.
"What?" Nargis muttered impatiently. But then his eyes widened in an instant, and the assassin hurriedly took out the amulet he had taken from the vigilant.
Ah, Nargis doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with this. He saved him with just a necklace, isn’t that what he should do?
This is a classic horn-shaped Standal amulet {The horn is the symbol of the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy, symbolizing courage and fairness, calling on believers to treat everything in the world with compassion and kindness. }, the small golden horn is dotted with gems and diamonds, and is connected by steel and hangs in the middle.
"O God of Justice!"
Nargis couldn't help shouting. As soon as this amulet blessed by the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy was exposed to the eerie underground altar, it burst out with dazzling light {From the beginning, Turka felt the brilliance of this Holy Spirit. He has been vaguely influencing this mission - it turns out that his guess was not wrong. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Red Guards to survive}, as if piercing the boundless darkness
"Destroy that statue!" Islaan used his last breath and shouted loudly to the assassin.
As if aware of the arrival of a mortal enemy, Molag Bal's offensive stalled, and he angrily devoted part of his energy to the few people outside the altar.
"No, damn the god of hypocrisy!" Molag Bal recognized the divine power flowing on the amulet, and was shocked and angry. The huge underground ruins shook under the power of this powerful Prince of Annihilation. Many pipes built by the Dwemer began to crack, and the gears cracked continuously.
The city of Markas above the ruins shook like a sandcastle on the beach, making people scream even more helplessly.
The silver-blood clan leader in Shixia Fortress and the silver-blood daughter in the silver-blood inn seemed to have noticed something, and their expressions changed greatly.
"You can't stop it! I will come!"
The Lord of Slavery and Domination roared, and the statue on the altar erupted with an unprecedented dazzling red light, like blood.
In fact, it was the same. The sacrifices on the twelve stone pillars all groaned, and the blood on their bodies flowed to the statue at a faster speed. The statue seemed to have been replenished, and its ruby-like evil eyes burst out with a more dazzling red light than before, almost so bright that Nargis couldn't open his eyes.
Nargis seemed to hear a voice, urging and encouraging the assassin to step into the altar to stop Molag Bal's conspiracy.
Nargis thought mockingly to himself: "This is so ironic. It turns out I am the idiot?"
Well, our Mr. Assassin has always believed that the great heroes in legends and poems are idiots, third-rate country tales that fool farmers and women. But now, someone told him that he was the protagonist of the story. Even he couldn't help but feel an unspeakable sense of absurdity.
Almost at the same time, an evil spell glowing with strange red light was 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 the next second, the amulet emitted a bright light, colliding with the spell. The two erupted with a dazzling magical aura, illuminating the crypt like daylight.
"Damn the light, burn me!" The assassin shouted, like a lone hero, holding up the amulet and stepping 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 certain plane of annihilation. He put more of his power into the spell in an attempt to destroy the insect controlled by the mortal enemy.
But He miscalculated.
Because evil should not forget that it is not only the Lord of justice, mercy and mercy that threatens it! Turka, who was already trapped in a struggle and despair, was keenly aware that the Lord of Slavery and Domination was actually distracted, and the power that originally trapped him was loosening. So he struck out angrily. Breaking free from the shackles of Morag Bal.
I saw that the already sluggish giant suddenly burst out with a blazing light. That is the secret fire in his body, the origin of the two worlds. It has always been hidden in his body and in his soul. Now it has awakened and has its own brilliant power, shaking demons and destroying saints.
Molag Bal never expected that as soon as he was distracted, counterattacks from both sides would come like a tide.
As if to cooperate with Turka, the amulet in the assassin's hand burst out with an even stronger golden light. The King of Torment's spell was blocked by this golden light. Then they all burst out with more intense light, and finally both sides dimmed and dissipated into nothingness.
At this moment, the wind stopped.
The tremors of the earth became gentle, and the crypt became pitch black again.
Witnessing the disappearance of the last ray of light on both sides and the boundless darkness, blessed to the heart, Turka remembered the sun and moon of Arda and the stars of Varda!
More importantly, he thought of the incomparably beautiful light of creation he saw in the void, so he shouted his third dragon roar in Mendas.
"kalya {Quenya, light, flash}"
Nargis, who originally thought he was going to die, watched with dumbfounded eyes as a sun burst out from the darkness, illuminating the crypt as if he were in heaven.
"Damn it." The assassin murmured, with two lines of hot tears streaming from his eyes. These are tears of joy and complaints of happiness. "My eyes!" Nargis yelled. He ran stumblingly in the light and bumped into the platform in the center of the altar.
As scholars of later generations have wondered, was it Turka Aracano who realized the mystery of the transcendence of all things, or Akatosh gave birth to a third type of dragonborn? Why is his dragon roar so powerful that it can chase after the gods? !
It is said that Turka's dragon roar is the first light for the birth of all things, the source of life and the beginning of all things. It is extremely pure and holy. Its majesty, splendor and splendor shocked all directions.
In the void, the transformed black shadow of the King of Torment let out a shrill scream. This light not only affected the material world, but also hurt Him at the soul level. Morag Bal's phantom emitted thick smoke under the illumination of this light, churning violently like boiling water.
"It's - no - you shouldn't be - no! It's impossible!"
Turka could feel that this "dragon roar" was more difficult than the dragon roars he had learned before. It seemed that there was some kind of force preventing him from gaining more knowledge about this dragon roar.
But he still shouted out the second word.
"yulme {Quenya, purify, burn}."
Ah, praise Yiru!
The most holy Ilúvatar!
You are the present and the future.
You are looking down at all sentient beings from the void!
Dominate survival and destruction.
You are all things, you are one,
Everything is at your command, and so is everything.
You are everything.
In a trance, Turka Aracano couldn't help but sing the holy name of Eru with emotion. May your reputation be as great as yours, and may you be the only one to be honored!
With the birth of the second word of this dragon roar, Morag Bal, who originally tried 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 black cave, frightening the hearts of all rash people who dared to enter this place and making them unable to do so.
This light even ignored the distance between matter and space and imprinted into Cold Harbor.
It is said that on that day, all the residents of Cold Harbor were shocked to see a magnificent, indescribable, and beautiful beam of light falling from the sky, shining on the palace of the Lord of Slavery and Domination, the Heart of Sorrow.
And Morag Bal's evil and corrupt soul was unable to hide under this light, panicking like a rat. His true body was burned until black smoke erupted. His hideous and terrifying body became gray and withered under the light. His exposed skin was scorched black and shattered, peeling off piece by piece in the flames. The pain forced him to let out a terrifying scream. The screams made the entire Cold Harbor tremble.
In the end, the shocked Molag Bal fled into a deeper and darker cave, and did not dare to show up again for a long time.
At almost the same time, the assassin knocked something down in panic.
Snap.
Everyone heard a crisp crash, as if something had broken.
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