Even Turka was surprised and struggled with such a powerful spell. Mainly, he could feel that something must have happened on the surface - something very bad. Because Molag Bal's soul fragment is becoming more and more active.
For a moment, countless evil babbles, sweet lies, unconscious cruel thoughts, light and darkness, justice and evil, order and chaos, like tarsal maggots, echoed in his mind, eroding his heart and his his will, his soul.
Turka groaned in pain, and he seemed to see a desolate and lonely world unfolding before his eyes! There, the sky is endless blood red, and there is nothing on the earth except rocks and desert.
A towering temple stands in that cold world. It is made of bones and carrion. On the walls are the painful faces of humans, elves, orcs, giants, argonians, and tigers. They are shouting and pleading silently. , like a terrifying ukiyo-e.
Inside the temple, terrible tainted blood flows like a river in the eerie corridors of the temple. Countless tortured souls send out sharp screams, echoing in the vast and strange hall, like songs from hell.
A cold throne stands high in the depths of the temple.
A terrifying demon that could not be described in any blasphemous words was occupying it, and she showed Turka a crazy and ferocious smile.
Turka took an uneasy step back. He looked around in fear and confusion, wondering if this was real or just an illusion.
Yin Si Laen and the others saw in horror that an unknown darkness suddenly appeared on the majestic body of Turka Aracano, who was like a sacred god of light, and spread rapidly. The original holy and vast brilliance also became Become depressed.
"what happened……"
Everyone watched with fear as the lightning ball exuding a destructive aura suddenly became unstable and violent.
Du Lan's expression changed drastically, "Come here, everyone." He shouted. The voice was trembling and the look was frightened.
The companions did not understand what he meant, but out of trust in this pious monk, everyone rushed towards Duran almost reflexively. The ascetic monk didn't explain it and started chanting a powerful spell directly.
As the last character fell, a golden barrier enveloped them.
The next moment, Turka, who was like a god of light, roared in pain. The originally dazzling but terrifying lightning ball shrank suddenly, then swelled, and countless silver snakes spewed out like a flood. out.
The destructive white light suddenly hit Yin Slaen and the others, and flames and diamond-like lightning continued to burst out, beautiful and terrifying.
Dulan struggled to hold on to the spell, but couldn't help but retreat step by step.
Others were petrified by this horrific scene. It was obvious that the demigod's spell was out of control, and the cause of all this was most likely due to the sudden ominous darkness that appeared on his body.
****
A familiar face appeared in front of Dandis' eyes, "You are still here!" The innkeeper's face, which was always full of businessman's calculations and cunning, showed a look of fear and uneasiness, and he rushed away angrily. The door of the guest room where the old farmer and his wife were sitting shouted loudly: "They have broken down the city gate, and the city is full of their people!"
Dandis and his wife looked at each other. Hearing the door being pushed open, there were clearer screams, banging sounds, and the banging of furniture falling. The old farmer pushed his frightened wife away and grabbed the innkeeper's arm. "Where are the guards? City gate." Where are the guards? Why did they allow these damn guys to break through the city gate? Aren’t the guards of the City Lord’s Mansion always stationed at the city gate?”
"I don't know! It happened so suddenly. Some people said that the city gate was opened by someone!" Cleber shouted, almost more excited than the old farmer, "Do you understand? It was opened by someone! In the city There are enemy spies - although we all know that this is almost inevitable - but..."
The innkeeper shook his head in pain.
At this time, the old farmer's wife screamed and rushed up. Her skinny fingers grabbed Cleber's thick arm, and her nails almost penetrated his skin, "Logatus
, my son - what happened to my son! "
Crabbe looked at the old woman with pity and couldn't bear to tell her the sad obituary. He thought for a while and replied: "I don't know. Some people saw that there were still people resisting at the city gate, maybe-"
But Tang Dis, who had served in the military, knew that the chance of his son surviving was so slim. The hotel owner's comforting answer could only comfort a woman like his wife who had not experienced war. But seeing his wife's panic and fear, the old farmer couldn't help but patted his wife on the back and hugged her tightly - he nodded gratefully to the innkeeper.
Krabo sighed silently and said nothing more.
More people were screaming, the corridor on the second floor was being stepped on and banging loudly, the door was slammed open, and the stairs groaned in pain. It seemed that people in the entire hotel were running out frantically.
A man rushed over.
"Boss, they broke the door open." One of the thugs at the Silver Blood Hotel, Nord burly Orava, muttered, "People are running for their lives, and they didn't give them the remaining money."
"Damn idiot, why are you thinking about money now? Our lives are going to be lost." Klaibo said angrily, "Where are my wife and son? I asked you to help put the packed things on the carriage. You all Are you ready?"
Orava shrugged, "Boss, the carriage was robbed during the chaos, and Boyi even had a knife with them - but there were too many of them - so, I'm sorry, maybe you need Another carriage."
Krabo was stunned and could not recover from the bad news from his highly paid thug for a long time. Until a terrifying scream came from the direction of the front door.
Four Forsworn broke through the defenses of Markarth's guards and broke into this bustling inn located on the edge of the square and business district. The guests of the Silver Blood Inn cleverly opened the heavy bronze door and tried to escape, but ended up being killed at the hands of these ferocious barbarians.
"Come on, you slaves of the empire!" one of them shouted, holding a long sword in one hand and a short dagger in the other. He was only wearing a fur skirt and armor, and his upper body was *** , the steel-like muscles were steaming in the cold windy night: "The day has come to settle the blood debt."
A businessman covered his neck with his hands, trying to block the warm liquid gurgling from his throat, but finally fell to the ground helplessly.
A woman from Cyrodiil tried to escape, but a Forsworn man with a heavy ax grinned and chopped off her head with an ax from behind. The woman's husband screamed and tried to throw himself at his wife, but was stabbed to the core by the third Forsaken. He stretched out his hands, wanting to touch his wife's headless body for the last time, but in the end he closed his eyes weakly.
A familiar scream woke up the stunned hotel owner and Mr. and Mrs. Savius.
Kleibo's expression changed drastically, and he rushed out without thinking.
Only then did Dandis notice that this sturdy Nord man had an iron sword on his waist. Judging from the format, it is also exclusively for the Imperial Guard.
That was little Jon, Crab's only son. I don’t know how he escaped from his mother’s hands and ran to the front door. As a result, when he saw this terrifying scene, little Jon, who was only eleven or twelve years old, immediately screamed in fear.
The Forsworn man with a long sword in his left hand and a short dagger in his right also showed a ferocious smile when he saw little Jon standing there. He strode forward, slashing the sword in his hand, trying to chop off the child's head. But he ignored the innkeeper who rushed towards him like a brown bear.
Bang.
The violent Kleibo knocked the first opponent away violently, and bumped into the enemy who was holding a long sword and killed the woman's husband. The two of them rolled into a ball in embarrassment.
The enemy holding the heavy ax roared and charged forward ferociously. The heavy ax was rounded and then struck down at Clebo.
This chop was so fast and accurate that Kleibo, whose center of gravity was unstable, had nowhere to hide and was about to die. Suddenly, a chair hit the enemy's face hard with the sound of wind. The enemy screamed and retreated continuously.
Kleibo couldn't help but shrink his head, because the chair almost flew past his scalp. However, he didn't have time to look back and see what happened.
Whoever saved him hurriedly picked up the frightened child, turned around and ran towards the hotel lobby.
"Boss," Orava muttered, "be careful!"
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a Forsworn man holding a mace leap over the companion who was hit in the face, catch up with him, and swing the mace to the back of his head insidiously.
Orava roared, raised a log table, and charged towards the fourth enemy. There was just a bang, and the log table was shattered. The big Nord man flew back faster than when he came, and crashed into the stacked chairs on another table, causing the old farmer's wife to scream. .
Dandis Savius witnessed all this, and with a sullen face he let go of his wife.
****
Logatus' arms were heavy from too many swings; his steps were staggering, barely keeping up with his forward speed; the blade was strained from too many piercings - and blocks - Volume, tremor. His left arm was struck by an enemy wielding a heavy axe. Although the blow was blocked by a shield, his arm bone was still painfully cracked. It was hanging weakly on the side of his body at the moment. His vision was as scarlet as a wild beast, his breathing was heavy and rapid, and the chain mail on his body was broken and hung loosely on his shoulders, as if he would fall with him if he was hit again. But he still roared like a ferocious beast. Driven by violent rage, he kept swinging his sword to kill until the last enemy was chopped into a pile of rotten flesh.
Finally, he stopped. At this time, there was no one standing in front of him. Enemies don't have it, and neither do teammates. But he had no intention of thinking about anything else. He staggered forward, dragging his heavy footsteps, walking step by step in the hell of blood and fire.
He didn't even know what he was doing.
He just reflexively moved forward, forward, and forward.
A frightened voice suddenly sounded, waking him up from the chaos and rage. He opened his scarlet eyes, stared at the pretty figure emerging from the shadows, and let out a beast-like whimper.
The visitor stopped hesitantly, "Little Los, it's me, your Aliti." A graceful figure stood in a corner a few steps away from him, sobbing softly and frightenedly, "You're okay It’s really great, I thought…”
Just in time, the blood-red Sekunda was covered by a dark cloud, and the silver Mather jumped out again. The dim moonlight fell on the silver-blooded girl, making her look like a white lotus, beautiful and weak. She covered her mouth, stretched out a white jade arm with tears in her eyes, and looked at Logatus pleadingly.
Finally, Rogatus Savius, who was in a rage, suddenly woke up. In surprise, he threw away the imperial iron sword that had been broken into two parts, and hugged Ality Silverblood tremblingly.
"Why are you here! The city gate has been breached, and the streets are full of danger..."
Logatus could not say any more words of blame, because the silver-blooded daughter kissed him. The tenderness in her trembling heart broke Logatus's heart, and he responded to her fiercely. The two kissed passionately, as if the hellish scene around them didn't exist.
After a long time, Logatus fell down from the violent fighting and passion. He looked at the silver-blooded daughter nervously and asked her if she was injured. Aliti shook her head weakly. She leaned close to the young farmer's son's chest, which was filled with the disgusting smell of blood and sweat, and said, "I am praying to the Holy Spirit, praying that you will be safe, but the servant told me Me, they broke through the city gate and people were being massacred - I couldn't worry about you, so I ran out of my house -"
Logatus hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and he prayed with gratitude to all the known gods, thanking them for allowing her to escape the ruthless killing and come to him.
"Then you should stay with your family." Logatus said, "I mean, Silver Blood is a powerful noble, and you must have ways to protect yourselves."
"But I hope to be with you more." Aliti raised her head, with heartbreaking love on her delicate face, "Because I love you, don't you know? I can't live without you. Go down."
The farmer's son was so excited that he hugged his beloved woman tightly and vowed never to let anyone hurt her. But Logatus did not realize that the silver-blooded daughter
Behind the sweet love lies deadly poison.
Eliti prayed to Rogatus to follow her to the Silverblood family's residence. Her father, the powerful Harald Silverblood, should be able to protect them from harm.
But Logatus hesitated. Because he thought of his parents who were still in the hotel.
"Please allow me to refuse." He looked at his beloved woman with despair in his eyes, took one of the silver-blooded daughter's hands, and kissed her, "My parents are still with Uncle Cleber, and I must go back to save them. ——"
"Don't be stupid." Aliti hugged him and sobbed: "My love, look around! No one can save us now! Even God has given up on us - DiBella's temple is at war It was destroyed before it broke out - all we can do is escape, do whatever we can to escape, escape from this hellish and terrible situation..."
"But……"
"Believe me, my love." Aliti beguiled the young Logatus. She caressed her sweetheart's cheek and begged him to leave. "I love them too. But even if we can get there, what's left for us Is there anything left besides death and despair?”
Logatus didn't want to believe it, but everything around him told him realistically that what the Silver-Blooded Daughter said was basically correct. His parents were probably killed at the hands of the Forsworn.
Thinking of his elderly parents falling helplessly on the cold floor, Luo Gatus shook his head violently.
No, it can't be like this.
I haven't apologized yet.
The young farmer's son cried silently in despair.
