Turkas exuded powerful energy, hovering and shining with colorful colors, causing the surrounding air to vibrate. A bright part of these energies enveloped his high head, shining like a crown; but some dim and frightening colors flew behind him, like a cloak, stretching his shadow. , almost occupying the entire hall.
He could feel the spell disintegrating, but he didn't know how to prevent the disaster from affecting his friends. Because the fragments of Molag Bal's soul kept laughing and fluctuating in his mind, making him unable to concentrate.
"Think of a way..." Xi Lang yelled, his whole body trembling - most lightning spells have a paralyzing effect, which is difficult to eliminate even with enchantment spells. This makes the half-elf look a bit funny, his muscles are not strong. He was spasming under control, and he probably understood what he said.
The strong light emitted by the two spells made it impossible for others to look directly at them. One after another, silver-white lightning struck the ascetic monk's spell barrier one after another. Duran almost exhausted all his body's strength before he could barely resist it. Stay away from this terrible attack.
But even so, the golden barrier like a light curtain gradually became thinner and turbulent under this terrifying torrent of spells, and could hardly support it.
Everyone heard the screams of the Bretons. Islaan gritted his teeth and pulled out the crossbow bolt that pierced his shoulder. The severe pain and the convulsive effect of the lightning spell made him tremble uncontrollably. He threw the metal crossbow arrow.
Sure enough, the silver snakes all over the sky struck at the small crossbow arrow as if they were attracted by some natural thing. Then the Red Guards rushed out of the barrier of enchantment amid the exclamations of others.
Islaan roared angrily, swung his magic sword, and struck Turka Aracano, who was full of light, like a god of light and darkness - to be precise, he struck the top of Turka Aracano's head. A terrifying light group with a destructive aura.
"No--"
In the dazzling light, Islaan seemed to hear the scream of the female hunter, but he had no time to think about what it meant. The magic in the giant sword was triggered, and a roar of red light hit the core of the demigod's spell.
Wake up, please.
Islaan was hit hard on the chest by a bolt of lightning, and flew backwards. The giant sword in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang. But before he fainted completely, Islaan vaguely saw that the already unstable spell core suddenly swelled due to his random and destructive blow, and then exploded with a bang.
A bright light suddenly occupied everyone's sight.
Vaguely, Islaan seemed to see a huge figure being ejected by the explosion, and then he didn't know anything clearly.
When he woke up again, he saw a pair of concerned eyes. It was an amber vertical pupil, and the two diamond-shaped black pupils were slightly divergent, looking a bit like a lazy cat. They looked at Islaan with a little scrutiny and a little apology.
"What happened..." Islaan shook his groggy head to get rid of the rude thoughts in his heart.
"My spell is out of control." As if aware of his inner thoughts, the lazy cat turned into a majestic dragon, and the mountain of pressure made Islaan almost breathless. But soon, Turka smiled again - "I'm sorry," the demigod said sincerely: "My battle is not only on the material level, but also deep in the soul. I am really sorry that it has affected you."
Islaan found himself lying on the ground, surrounded by the scattered remains of Dwemer guards, others resting or collecting loot. The originally white magic light technique turned into gold, sticking brightly to the high ceiling.
Obviously, it is the ascetic monk who supports this spell, not the demigod in front of him. Regarding this, everyone else, including Islaan, is very surprised. Duran, who clearly believes in the God of Justice, Mercy and Mercy, cast All are divine spells, but why is it that the spells cast by Turka, a demigod, are just ordinary earth bone magic...
"I have to say thank you," Turka continued: "You saved me at a critical moment."
Islaan was surprised. He looked at this powerful demigod and found that he no longer had the terrifying look of a god and a demon before, but had returned to the calm and gentle look he had when they first met; he looked again Looking at his companions who looked happy as he woke up - ah, there was Duran, Solini, and the half-elf Xi Lang. They all stopped what they were doing and wanted to pounce on the brave and fearless Red Guards, but Turka raised his hand to stop them.
So, they all nodded regretfully to Islaan and continued to pick up something among the remains of the Dwemer guards. The sharp-eyed Red Guards saw from the flickering candlelight and the light of the magic light spell that they were crystal clear gems.
"Soul Stone?"
Islaan asked in surprise as he sat up.
Turka looked at him deeply, knowing that he intended to avoid this complicated issue, so he was unwilling to force it. In fact, after this reckless attempt, Turka also discovered that as he drew more power from the fragments of Morag Bal's evil soul, he slid faster to the dark side. This is a double-edged sword - no, this is an unabashed poison!
Molag Bal is undoubtedly a powerful god, and his soul fragment is the embodiment of corruption and darkness. Anyone who attempts to seize this power will inevitably suffer the corruption of his evil dark soul.
Therefore, although the Red Guard seemingly recklessly destroyed the core of the spell, it caused terrible consequences - he was knocked away by the explosion and suffered a terrible counterattack: his mind became a mess and he could not think. , unable to move. The burst of lightning almost hit his chest. But he still blocked out the whispers of Morag Bal's soul fragment in his mind, severed some connection with the father of vampires, and determined not to touch it again.
This makes him weak, because the connection between the two is no longer a simple relationship between one and two, but a strange symbiotic relationship between you and me.
Turka didn't know how Morag Bal would feel far away in Coldharbour, but Turka himself could clearly feel that as he separated the part that 'belonged' to him, he and Nirn The link was also covered with a vague dividing line - although he could still feel Nien's earth bones, Turka knew that he was indeed not as powerful as he was when he was complete.
It feels like an artificial shackles have been placed on oneself.
heavy.
weak.
Not free.
However, Turka managed to hold on to his injuries and used his unique dragon roar - "Time Recall" to pull the dying Redguard back from Okai's hands.
"Yes, the soul stone."
Turka Aracano touched the burnt robe on his chest and sighed. His body could withstand the bombardment of such a powerful spell - praise Yi Ru - but he could not prevent the clothes sewn for him by the firstborn children from being burned and penetrated! These are the few things he brought from another crystal wall. Their significance is not just an ordinary piece of clothing, a forehead crown, or an ornament, but they represent what he loves and is still waiting for him. Go back to everything.
A sad and complicated emotion flashed through Turka's heart.
He picked up a crystal white gem with multiple facets and looked at it carefully, as if he saw a twisted, pitiful and weak soul that had been pulled away.
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