It is a product of dark magic, a tool that sucks life and steals souls. The vessel was cast in the form of an effigy, an effigy of Morag Bal. It constantly releases evil to the outside world: its sharp horns are curved and spread to the neck; its mouth is full of fangs and long tongue; its face is distorted, painful, and daunting; its blood-red eyes are like two The endless abyss spins, attracting and devouring the hopes and souls of everything around it.
The illusory soul struggles in a spiral formed by red mist. Their eyes are two empty holes, and a sad song comes from their mouths. All the souls were desperately rushing towards the two blood-red whirlpools, forming waves of turbulent waves. But in the end they were all pulled back by an invisible force, dragging the crying ghosts back into the whirlpool.
The soul container hangs in mid-air, supported by three twisted steel beams, each as thick as the sorcerer's waist. Three steel beams form a triangular pyramid shape at the center of the huge domed council chamber, distributing the weight of the soul container onto the stone floor. The floor beneath the container is a large round mirror made of various colored glasses. The light from the torches on the wall is reflected by the glass mirror onto the soul vessel, bathing the core of this dark ritual in an eerie and foul wave of light.
The magician knelt respectfully on the altar and recited evil and powerful prayers. The unique construction concept and huge stones and metals isolated the fierce battle outside the door and allowed the chanting to continue. It echoed in the domed parliament hall, gradually getting louder and louder.
Finally, the battle outside the door calmed down, and the chanting became louder and louder. The prayer praised the greatness of Morag Bal. In the evil chanting, countless illusory souls screamed miserably, Swallowed by the container. The eerie and frightening darkness shrouding the domed hall was getting thicker and thicker, as if something was condensing and surging.
"Praise the Lord of evil, praise the King of slavery and domination, may your kingdom come and achieve your supreme glory!"
As the last word of this evil prayer fell, the two blood-red vortexes of the statue began to rotate in opposite directions, getting faster and faster. Finally, amid the fanatical shouts of the fallen magician, a terrifying force descended.
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"Is the cave going to collapse?"
The Breton man looked at the roof of the cave and said uneasily.
Turka pulled the giant soul stone out of the guardian's chest, and the originally blazing red light gradually extinguished. The huge colossus once again turned back into a cold metal statue.
But his expression did not relax. Instead, he looked back at the majestic building, his brows furrowed. Because Turka cut off contact with the Annihilation Lord, he was not aware of what happened in the hall at the first time. But such horrific evil is still like a star in the dark night, blazing and dazzling.
Damn it. He cursed secretly and tightly grasped the gem in his hand that contained strong soul fluctuations. This is……
The rumbling thunder continued and grew louder, making the entire cave tremble. Before the adventurers could react, the thunder turned into a bone-breaking hammer. Everyone was hit by the sound waves and fell to the ground.
"careful!"
The ascetic monk shouted, and with a roar that shook the earth, large rocks flew from the stone wall on the east side of the dome hall, and everyone hurriedly dodged and rolled. In the sky full of smoke and dust and loud bangs, an entire stone wall turned into a pile of rubble. A desperate and frightening coercion overwhelmed everything in the cave.
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Menda Na is a red dragon, the years of his existence have long been lost to record, his body is definitely over a hundred feet, and his tail covered with bone spurs is also eighty feet. His body was so huge that he had to smash through an entire stone wall before he could easily pass through the halls of the Dwemer's sacred council. His outstretched wings and his thick and powerful hind limbs were like the shadow of the sun, and like the breath of death. Every time he flapped, it was like the sudden rise of a hurricane.
Red flames burned in his dark eye sockets. Thick smoke spurted out from two rows of sword-like giant teeth, "Cheer! Fear! Despicable mortal children, your doom has come!" The red dragon roared filial piety, pointing its huge and ferocious head towards Several people present.
"YolToorShul!"
The four of them were pinned to the spot by fear, and could only look at this ancient legendary living body with helpless eyes. At the same time, including the Red Guards, a strange feeling came to mind. It was a supernatural ability, a god-like ability that transcended the world. Even the most stubborn Altmer could not deny that the dragon had undeniable elegance and power. It is a kind of overwhelming power and beauty that makes ordinary people deeply shocked and intoxicated {the most typical one is the birth of the Dragon Worship Cult}.
They couldn't help but tilt their heads back, and their eyes followed the movement of the dragon's ferocious head covered with red and black scales. He didn't even realize the fate he was about to face.
Turka sighed, and almost at the moment when the dragon took in his breath, he came in front of several people. He looked directly into the dragon's eyes and spoke the powerful spell again.
"Jääurit!"
Amidst the flames soaring into the sky, the huge ice wall spread to more than ten meters away, protecting Yin Slaan at the other end. The energy flow representing destruction collided with the cold ice again, and the magical light continued to intertwine and burst out. Steam rises and the earth shakes.
It is said that at that moment, Menda Na noticed the strange eyes of the dragonborn from another crystal wall, which were exactly the same as those of the dragon. Out of instinct, he immediately felt some kind of similar but different connection. He closed his huge mouth in surprise, raised his head covered with red and black scales, and looked down at the few mortals below him. .
But the hot and surging steam and the thick ice blocked the red dragon's vision, and the pair of golden vertical hair that made him uneasy disappeared.
"Who! Who stole my father's power!"
After a long absence, the red dragon roared angrily, cursed in fear, and cunningly climbed out of the majestic domed hall. With his movements, the entire earth shook like an earthquake.
Menda Na vibrated his huge wings - although the cave dug by the Dwemer was not as good as the boundless sky, it was still enough for him to be active and stretch his body - the red dragon flew up to the high cave roof, looking down at the cave below. Standalian disciples and - Turka Aracano.
"It's you!" Menda Na's golden boy stared at the figure that made him feel weird and uneasy, "Despicable mortal, you have the aura of your father...but-"
The red dragon shook its huge head strangely, unable to understand the strange, twisted aura he felt on the thief. He roared and shouted in dragon language: "You are not us, you are not a dragon! Shameless thief! You stole my father’s power and you have to pay for it!”
