The colossus is a full twenty feet tall, which is more than six meters. The head is very similar to the Dwemer statues that Turka and the others saw everywhere during this period. The dull metal eyes are glowing red, and the armor on the chest is as thick as a ball. Inside is a hot flame, and the eyes are The red light is exactly the same. The fragile links between his shoulders are protected by huge semicircular Dwemer metal. His legs are thick, and he is accompanied by the sound of hissing steam and rapid rotation of gears. His left hand is a huge battering ram, and his right hand is a command. The terrifying muzzle. Flames hot enough to melt iron into gold are spurting out from inside.
I thought it was just a centurion. Turka cursed silently.
"Yinslaan!" Solini screamed.
The huntress and the Bretons were protected by the spells of the demigods. Although the attack of the colossus was astonishingly ferocious, the terrifying torrent of flames was still weakly diverted from the left and right sides of the ice wall, roaring and devouring it. Elsewhere in the empty square in front of this majestic building.
The Red Guard, who was knocked away by the giant statue's punch, happened to fall not far from the left side of the bronze door and was swept away by the terrifying flames.
However, Turka saw the flames engulfing Yin Slaan and the magic sword in his hand. But most of the flames were absorbed by this magic sword with a dark blade and a ferocious shape. The Red Guard was like the mainstay in the flood. He buried his head, half-kneeling, and pressed the tip of the magic giant sword against the cold ground, blocking it in front of him to avoid suffering greater harm.
The punch from the Colossus was so heavy that the Red Guard's ribs were easily broken, and the severe pain made him unable to stand up - Yin Slaan was once worried whether the bone had penetrated into his lungs - but all this happened It was so fast that Solini and the Bretons had no time to discern the condition of their companions, but Turka reminded them loudly: "Don't be distracted, Yin Slaan is fine, what we should worry about now is, What should I do with this monster?"
The astonishing body of the colossus is engraved with countless magic inscriptions. It is obvious that compared with the previous guards, this guardian not only has stronger defense power, but also has strong resistance to magic attacks. Turka suspected , even a master-level lightning spell cannot destroy the core of the colossus.
He tried to separate a shred of consciousness to search and touch the soul in the giant soul stone that was as big as his fist hidden in the thick breastplate of the colossus.
But unfortunately, these souls captured by the ancient Dwemer have long lost all sense of autonomy. They are like a cold flame, still burning, but can no longer warm people's hearts.
Moreover, the soul trapped in the colossus is more powerful than those previously trapped in the Dwemer ball and Dwemer spider. It beats and roars violently, and constantly bursts out infinite light. Driven by Yuyan, a huge colossus twenty feet tall, countless gears rotate rapidly with the steam. When it realized that its flames could not stop the intruder in front of it, it swung its huge battering ram and punched the ice wall.
Turka cursed silently again.
Just hearing the sound of Katcha, the huge siege ram shattered the thick ice, and the broken ice flew all over the sky. The cold air froze the dense steam, turning into fine raindrops and falling on the invaders' heads, bodies, and feet. side.
In the shocked and horrified eyes of the female hunter, the huge metal mallet quickly hit Turka Aracano, who was standing proudly in front of everyone.
Turka was also slightly shocked by the failure of the spell. He felt dizzy and felt nauseous. In addition, after he cut off the part of his soul that was fused with Morag Bal, he was in a strange kind of weakness.
But he still raised his hand and caught the Colossus' fist.
when.
The palms and fists of the two collided in the air, causing an exaggerated shock wave. The huntress and Breton behind him were shaken to one knee, and the strong wind blew the bald ascetic tottering, blowing up his large cloak, exposing his two bare thighs.
But none of this was as shocking as what happened next. I saw the "short" figure who blocked the violent blow of the twenty-foot-tall metal colossus. He grabbed the colossus's huge fist and pulled hard. Wu Tao's huge force made the colossus stagger forward involuntarily. Two steps.
Looking at the colossus losing its center of gravity, Turka raised his right leg and kicked the guardian's thick left leg hard.
With a banging sound, the left leg of the colossus broke off from where the knee should have been in an exaggerated manner, flew backwards, and hit the ground more than ten meters away, making a sizzling sound.
The colossus, which had lost its left leg, also completely tilted to the left and fell down.
Facing the guardian colossus weighing more than ten tons, Turka didn't panic at all. The dragon's heart beat like a drum, and its breath was hot and heavy. He raised his right knee and hit it hard against the fallen statue. On the dull avatar of the guardian.
The result was another bang, and the guardian's head was tilted upward by the violent blow. The sound of metal twisting and breaking was sharp and harsh.
Dang clang, clang clang.
A huge metal head flew out from the body of the colossus and fell to the ground. The sound of impact echoed endlessly in the empty Dwemer ruins.
The huntress and the Breton's eyes were as wide as bells, and their chins were almost dislocated.
The ascetic monk wasn't much better either. He smiled bitterly and recited something in a low voice.
Ah, Turka even misses this feeling. Don't you know that before this, I was a warrior? Turka sneered at someone in the dark.
But the other Dwemer guards of the Guardian are all machine creations. They do not need to breathe, and they have no fear, cowardice, or worry about gains and losses. As long as the energy core is not destroyed, even if everything that builds their bodies is destroyed, they will not " die".
The Dwemer Colossus, which had lost a leg and head, twisted the cannon muzzle on its right hand. With the gears turning continuously and the steam hissing, a bright red light suddenly sprayed towards Turka Aracano. .
At this moment, Turka's magical state when he triggered the Dwemer's mechanism appeared again. The activity and flow of all things in the world became sluggish like ants and flies in the quagmire. He saw the Red Guards holding on to their injuries and stood up; he saw the ascetic monk reciting the last incantation, and a golden light enveloped everything. People; saw the green light of telekinesis on the Breton's fingers——
If anyone looked at Turka Aracano's eyes at this time, they would be surprised to see that the demigod's silk-thin child hole began to slowly change, becoming thicker at both ends and thinning in the middle, forming a Weird symbols.
Turka even clearly saw the first ray of sparks coming from nothing, from thin to as strong as a flood; he seemed to understand something when he looked at the giant metal statue with blazing red light and full of steam.
He did not dodge, but allowed the flames to engulf him.
"No—" the huntress's mournful cry stopped abruptly.
In the blazing fire, a giant-like figure suddenly appeared. Facing the Dwemer Guardian's rapid attack of molten iron and shining gold, he stretched out his huge hands and grabbed the magic inscriptions engraved on the chest of the colossus. The thick armor was torn apart with force.
The sound of metal twisting and breaking almost made everyone lose their hearing. Yin Slaan and the others covered their ears in pain, lowered their heads, and felt waves of nausea and vomiting.
"Unfortunately, I am actually a warrior! This is mine."
Turka Aracano grabbed the soul stone hidden behind the thick magic armor, pulled it hard, and pulled it out of the chest of the twenty-foot-tall colossus.
