Seeing that he could not catch the damn assassin, the angry Annihilation Creature used his iron gloves full of sharp blades to hit Yin Slaan on the ground hard.
Seeing this, Yin Silan instinctively covered his face with a strong arm and rolled to the side close to the ground.
The iron gloves with sharp blades hit the ground, causing sparks to fly.
The Red Guard who successfully evaded put his hands on the ground, kicked his legs hard, and rushed forward. The broken Vamo dagger fiercely stabbed the enemy's eyes--compared to those wrapped in iron armor. Elsewhere, the enemy's horned head is the easiest target.
But there was a hint of cunning in this demon's fanatical and violent eyes. The enemy's reaction was quicker than expected. The creature from Annihilation raised its other hand and blocked it in front of him. The broken dagger hit the ebony iron glove, sending out a series of sparks, and then completely shattered into a piece of trash with only the hilt.
At this time, the half-elf who released the last telekinesis spell could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, falling into a semi-conscious state. The broadsword, which lost the support of the half-elf magic, immediately fell to the ground with a clang in the fierce battle. The demon smiled ferociously, grabbed Yin Silan's wrist, and lifted him up. Use the other hand to pick up the broadsword on the ground.
Without thinking, Yin Silan used all his strength and slammed into the demon's head. The impact of his body was heavy enough to push a saber-toothed tiger.
The enemy did not expect the Red Guard to have such a move, and was immediately knocked to the ground.
They were like two gangsters fighting.
The Red Guards grabbed it with their hands, butted it with their heads, bit it with their teeth, and struggled with it ferociously. The enemy is much more cunning and powerful than Yin Slaan expected. The opponent's body as strong as an iron tower gave him ferocious power, but between attacks, the enemy's movements were extremely fast; and the terrifying armor on the opponent's body made him almost invulnerable!
As a result, Yin Silan almost went crazy and started fighting with this demon in the most violent and primitive way.
The demons also furiously used his armor full of blades and his ferocious iron gloves to continuously hit Yin Slaen's body, but because they were so close, the demons' violent power Only three or four points can be used!
This is a head-to-head battle. They didn't use any magic or tricks, they just relied on their most primitive instincts to bite each other crazily.
Gradually, Yin Silan felt that he was powerless. Every part of his body was broken. The cold blades on the ferocious armor worn by the demon kept piercing into his body, reaching his lungs. His vision turned black for a while. , a trace of sweet blood surged out of his throat - at this moment, he hated the weak body of mortals. The armor on the enemy was too thick, and the damage caused by his attack was almost negligible compared to the opponent. Finally, the enemy caught a flaw in Yin Slaan's body, and angrily punched the Red Guard man in the face with his iron glove. Yin Slaan fell down without saying a word.
"Pooh."
The demon spat out a mouthful of blood-foamed saliva and threw Yin Silan aside like a rag, "Mortal, this was a good battle! But now, I am the final winner!" The enemy! Laughing proudly, he picked up the broadsword beside him and prepared to completely end the life of this tenacious warrior.
But suddenly, he turned his head in surprise.
I saw the ascetic monk who had fallen to the ground struggling to get up, and magic power emerged from his fingertips. "Praise my Lord!" the Nord shouted.
Amidst the angry shouts of the demon, a shining golden light erupted between the demon and the Red Guard, knocking the powerful demon away.
***
Duran's ears were ringing, and there was a burning pain in his chest and back. The chainmail on his body was as hot as red-hot iron. He could even hear the iron hissing as it cooled in the air. Sound - The enemy's terrifying broadsword was enchanted with extremely powerful magic. Blisters broke out on his face; his eyebrows and hair were all burned off; his lungs were extremely hot, and every breath was as painful as fire. .
But he knew that if he couldn't put this sound, this pain, and this injury (no matter how serious) behind him, he and his friend, his brother would die.
He climbed up and used all his strength to tear apart the chain mail frantically - the laces became as soft as mud under the enchantment of flames.
He struggled to open his eyes. Then he saw: the half-elf's pitiful right shoulder was almost completely broken, and he was lying on the ground unconscious, while the Redguard Yin Slaan was like a crazy beast, fighting crazily with the strong demon. Struggle together. The assassin has long since disappeared. The altar was filled with screams, the crackling sound of fists colliding with armor, and the smell of burnt flesh.
Duran tried hard to calm down, but the tearing pain in his chest and all over his body was like boiling hot water poured on his face, burning his mind and making it difficult for him to concentrate.
Desperately calling upon the name of the Lord, imploring her to save her followers from the darkest abyss, Duran recognized the identity of his enemy, the King of Silverais. One of the most evil generals under the Lord of Slavery!
They are the most fanatical believers of Molag Bal, violent and ferocious warriors. Every time the Lord of Coldharbour brings trouble to the mortal plane, they are the vanguard of this evil demon! Their group has brought endless bloodshed and slaughter to Nirn more than once in history, and they are one of the most terrifying annihilation creatures.
Obviously, this is a trap - it is impossible for such monsters to appear in Nirn without the corresponding sorcerer's summons - but Duran desperately discovered that even though he knew that this was a trap, he and his companions did not. Still swallowed by this despair.
With great grief and indignation, the ascetic monk loudly called the holy name of Standal in a hoarse voice, praying for another miracle to happen.
Maybe it was his piety that moved the Lord of Justice, or maybe it was just a reward for his tenacity. Finally, a soft warm current emerged from the depths of his soul like icy cold water - "Praise my Lord!" Duran shouted, ecstatically using the spell in his memory.
***
Turka suddenly stopped.
The explosion caused by the spell echoed in the dark and silent Dwemer ruins, and along with the thunderous vibration, Turka also heard some kind of fanatical shout. He identified the direction carefully and began to run quickly.
"We have to speed up," he said. "As I expected, they have encountered the enemy."
Solini was more anxious than he was.
They ran quickly in the deep and winding corridors. Finally, after running around a corner, a hall filled with evil and cold atmosphere suddenly appeared in front of Turka and Solini.
***
Everything happened so fast. The King of Silverais had just won the tragic victory in the hand-to-hand battle with the Red Guards when he was blown away by Duran's explosive bomb.
The magic broadsword in the enemy's hand was also knocked away, making several clanging sounds in the empty Dwemer ruins.
But soon, the enemy stood up again.
At that time, Duran realized in despair that with such a powerful blow, the enemy did not suffer much damage. Apparently, the enemy's armor was also enchanted. He tried to awaken the magic in his body again, but the severe injuries left him unable to do so.
But even so, the King of Silverais was surprised and angry.
He picked up the broadsword on the ground, cursed Standal loudly, cursed her followers, and was ready to completely end this game that had made him feel bored.
At this moment, a grand and sacred voice sounded.
"Cage éclair!"
The King of Silverais saw in horror that a bright white light burst out from the fingertips of the suddenly appeared alien dragonborn, illuminating the dim hall. Then with a bang, he was hit by a force against the wall several meters away, and was firmly fixed on it. Stay with the statues of men and women with painful faces.
In Duran's eyes, from the moment Turka appeared on the scene to the moment the spell hit the King of Silverais. It only took a blink of an eye, but by the time he reacted, Turka had appeared at the door of the hall like a god, and a pair of golden majestic vertical boys burst out with intense divine light.
"This is a creature of annihilation," the ascetic shouted hoarsely, "He was summoned, only...only..." The Nord fell down.
The huntress Solini screamed and ran over quickly.
"Mortal! How dare you!" The King of Silverais roared and struggled hard. The alien dragonborn's spell was so powerful that the lightning bolts, which were as fine as chains, collided and rubbed against the magic armor on the demon's body, causing large clusters of sparks to burst out. He still tried to construct a spell, but found that he could not even move a finger. He could only curse loudly in shame and anger, threatening to crush Turka's bones, dig out his entrails and brain, and drag his soul into Cold Harbor, eternal torment.
"Shut up, idiot! You, the lord, have to tuck your tail in front of me, like a lost dog! How dare you show off your words in front of me!" Turka's expression was serious. He maintained his spell and glanced at a few people on the battlefield. After thinking for a while, he walked step by step towards the altar in the center of the hall, speaking in the demon language as he walked.
The King of Silverais was really surprised. The big, dim and bull-like eyes turned wildly, with a trace of fear revealed in the panic, "Mortal, can you speak the language of my clan?"
Turka did not satisfy his curiosity, but instead tightened the countless lightning bolts wrapped around the demon's body. The spell made the solid ebony armor creak until he cried out for mercy.
"You are... no... please... don't..."
The enemy was horrified to discover that the people in front of them were not mortals as small as dust. Imprisoned under the body of the most powerful Demon Crocodile Lord in Cold Harbor was a sacred soul, which exuded incomparably bright creativity. The light of the world, as beautiful as the stars - this demon still misidentified the soul essence in Turka that originated from the earth plane and was blessed by the one and only god Yiru Yinluvita, thinking that he It is the earthly incarnation of a certain Holy Spirit. As a result, this demon finally became timid.
He thought that Turka was going to imprison him - the gods were finalizing the agreement between mortals and Indra, Indra (me) and Daedra (not me) under the Tower of Direnita {that is, the Adamantine Tower}. , it is stipulated that in Nirn, 'No one can kill unless I am'. But this does not mean that a Saint/Holy Spirit cannot imprison an Annihilation creature forever {refer to Genet treating the dragon Paarthurnax as his younger brother, and the ideal masters of the Soul Cairn regard Dunai, another ancient dragon Vail directly corrupted into a guard (skeleton) dog}.
"I am willing to serve you, my lord..." The King of Silverai begged in the language of his clan, looking at Turka pitifully with a pair of big evil yellow eyes. "Please do not……"
Turka stepped over the half-elves and Redguards who lay unconscious on the cold ground and stepped onto the altar of Molag Bal.
"Please save them," Solini shouted, her eyes wet with tears. She was frightened by the terrifying appearance of her companions. The ascetic's exposed head and hands were burned by some kind of flames, and a large area of skin on his body was torn off when he took off the vigilante's standard chainmail, and it was bloody. Mixed with the faint smell of barbecue, it makes people want to vomit and is shocking.
Turka paused and stopped on the highest step of the altar.
On the stone platform in the center of the altar, the red gem eyes of the statue of Morag Bal stared straight at him, as if smiling at him.
Turka continued walking forward, ignoring the huntress's pleas. But he is not ruthless, but due to the current situation, he must first deal with the enemy in front of him.
Seeing this, the King of Silverais even twirled his lips, trying to seduce him with clumsy but pointed words, saying that the Lord of Cold Harbor has the most powerful power among the gods. If Turka is willing, his master, The great Molag Bal will certainly not hesitate to give him the title of Vice-Lord of Coldharbour. By then, he will rule the entire world, including the Light Realm, Annihilation, and the Mortal World.
But Turka easily exposed his and his master's evil plan. He stopped in front of the altar of the Father of Vampires, but did not touch the evil statue.
He said.
"What you said was completely based on lies and greed. You are just a pawn in the despicable calculation of your evil master. Don't I know more about Orbis than you do? Now, shut up and stop what I say. Tell your master who dares to hide in his coldest and dampest cave: You think you can deceive me, but little do you know that you are me and I am you! When I cleanse my body and see the light, the fire of my revenge will Burn your soul, and then there will be no place for you in the Nine Nether Heavens!"
At that time, Turka's huge and majestic body burst out with vast and beautiful light, as if the sun was behind him, and he was like a bright god, above the clouds, looking down on all living beings.
The enemy was frightened by the divine light on Turka's body, and was so frightened that he could not speak.
After saying that, Turka controlled the demon imprisoned in the magic cage and threw him onto the altar statue of Molag Bal. A faint blue magical aura suddenly lit up, and the banishment spell engraved on the statue was triggered. The King of Silverais screamed and roared, and was banished back to the plane of annihilation.
