"...Some people say that Turka Aracano is not the legendary dragonborn. The real dragonborn is Alessia, Talos, and a series of dragonfire emperors under the Alessia and Septim dynasties. ——His name and title can be traced in the long history.
Gein has many evidences to prove that he cannot swallow the dragon's soul!
——Officials and many scholars and historical researchers who have studied this period all agree that since Emperor Martin broke the talisman of the kings in the Lingyun Temple, transformed into a golden dragon, and defeated Merunes Dagon who invaded Nirn. After that, the Dragonborn completely disappeared from the history of Tamriel.
It wasn't until a major event that later generations called "The Return of the Dragon" happened... that the 'last dragonborn' came to the world with brilliant power as predicted in the "Book of Dragonborn" and became the greatest in the Fourth Era. hero.
As for the great spirits who were crowned as the Lord of Holy Glory by later generations, the King of the Three Crowns in the Deepest Day, the Supreme Ishmir and many other holy names, scholars have gone through multiple studies, traced and screened the period. After reading the lives and local legends of certain characters, I made a surprising discovery: Turka Aracano is actually the other side of order among the two forces, which is Padome, change, and——
Sithis.
This discovery shocked everyone, including me, and everyone who is interested in studying and understanding all the frightening, exciting, desperate, and joyful changes that occurred during that period; In this life, have they obtained matching meaning and life value - or are they just living a muddy life with no gain or loss?
It has to be said that when humans (even long-lived elves) face things that they cannot understand and fear, they will always produce sparks of thought that are shocking and fascinating - we cannot say that this process is in vain - -But, is this the truth?
In 4E173, Turka Aracano broke the resolution signed by the original spirits of creation under the Tower of Direnin in a way that mortals could not understand, and became a dynasty that was different from the Alessian and Septim dynasties. Those demigod dragon descendants of the Dragon Fire Emperor, I saw this with my own eyes!
It is not the opposite of order, not the source of frightening chaos, he - is -
The side of our soul that is skeptical and tirelessly searching for the truth!
I dare to say this even in front of the most holy Stuen. "
——"The Opportunity to Become a God" Duran Cypher
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Under the red light of the healing technique, the tendons and blood vessels of his chest and arms, as well as the tiny nerves, were visibly restored to the naked eye.
This is a novel experience, and few people can see their own heart beating with their own eyes. His strong vitality and majestic magic power - and, of course, the miraculous function of the healing spell - allowed his recovery to proceed at a speed beyond that of ordinary people. After a while, his astonishing wounds began to grow again. , docked, scabbed, restored to new condition.
After confirming that he was safe, Turka looked at his trophy in surprise. The smooth and flat cut surface of the soul stone in front of you shone with an intoxicating light. It was red for a while, dark blue for a while, and then turned black again. It was gorgeous and deadly.
The soul of the red dragon was rolling and boiling in the new cage, and Turka even seemed to hear its angry roar.
According to the laws of Nirn, the dragon is essentially a fragment of time and cannot be truly killed - the root-grabbing treasure does not 'kill' the dragon, but merges with it. In a sense, every time Zhuo Genbao kills a dragon, it is the same as the fusion of a filial son and a smelly, stuffy muscular uncle - except that Turka is not an ordinary person, he draws out the soul of the red dragon and imprisons it. The previous giant soul stone allowed it to break away from the time cycle and successfully 'slay the dragon' in disguise.
It was also on this day that Turka confirmed that he was indeed not a root-grabbing treasure in the sense of the word. He was a dragonborn blessed by Eru Ilúvatar. His essence was in Yiya and on the earth, not anywhere else. Fantasy plane.
Menda Na's soul kept roaring inside the gem, but the power of the law made him forever lose the possibility of resisting the person who owned the soul stone. He was once again someone's slave, for eternity.
"I hope you're getting used to your new home."
Turka could feel that although the soul of the ancient red dragon was angry and furious, Turka could also feel his fear and despair.
The dragons of Orbis, while stronger than their counterparts in Middle-earth, are thankfully not on the same level as the dragons of another famous fantasy world. At least, the dragons in this world cannot transform into human forms, nor can they cast all kinds of powerful spells of nine levels or above that are difficult to prevent.
You can't become a dracolich even if you die.
The dragon's soul roared. He cursed the demigod loudly and threatened to devour Turka's poor and humble soul, but Turka sneered and said sarcastically: "We all know that you can't do it when you are alive, and you can't succeed even more when you are dead. !”
The dragon will never die!
Menda Na's roar echoed in Turka's mind.
But you will be imprisoned forever in the darkest and helpless place in the world! Time means nothing to you, and the depletion of all things has nothing to do with you! You can't hear the wind howling! Can't feel the soft sound of water flowing through the earth! I can no longer feel the surging vitality of blood and heartbeat flowing in my chest! You will be erased by eternal time from all meaning of existence. You can only watch but can no longer possess it!
He retorted to the red dragon for delivering some extremely vicious and heart-wrenching words, then lowered the gem and looked at the palm of his left hand.
In the palm of his left hand, a ball of pure white light shimmered and flickered as if it was breathing.
This is the powerful soul bound in this soul stone before.
In order to imprison the soul of the ancient red dragon, Turka freed it from the gem that bound it.
After losing the 'cage' that allowed it to remain in the mortal world, this group of soul energy became unstable and weak. Suddenly, this group of white light began to collapse and began to expand, and it turned into a vague, with... It has a milky white and transparent body and general facial features, and its lower body is just a humanoid form of mist.
Turka frowned. He just reflexively thought of using the soul stone to imprison the ancient red dragon, but this change was really beyond his expectation.
The fuzzy face of this soul was numb and lifeless, as if it were just a cold energy source.
Turka looked at the increasingly dark Dwemer Hall, and then at the unexpected soul in front of him. I really don't know how to deal with it.
Nirn's laws have their own trajectory and methods. He wasn't sure if his forceful extraction of the soul trapped in the soul stone would hinder his next actions.
He tried to channel a ray of magic into the soul.
A very faint trace.
This action seemed to stimulate the soul, and it suddenly let out a sharp howl. The destructive power of this sound is astonishing. If any mortal heard it, they would die immediately.
Turka's face darkened and he blurted out "Kalya——".
Like a sun rising from the dark ground.
The soul retreated in fear, and was burned by this great and sacred light into bursts of strange black smoke. It stopped screaming in death and disappeared into the cold rocks.
Turka closed his mouth in surprise.
What are you. Menda Na roared in Turka's head. I've never seen Tum like this! There is no such pronunciation in the dragon's language.
What you understand and know is not everything. Turka replied. But I don’t need to explain it to you, because the loser has no human rights!
The red dragon was so angry that he turned over and over in the soul stone crazily, roaring, and screaming, but he was unable to affect Turka at all. Turka let go of his great consciousness.
But, to his surprise. He got nothing.
But he had no more time to think about this weird soul. As his battle with the ancient red dragon came to an end, the Red Guards in the hall not far away also encountered huge trouble.
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The huge portal suspended in mid-air in the hall is so deep and frightening. The power of Morag Bal pours into Nirn crazily through the statue on the altar, tearing open a connection between Annihilation and The space gap in the mortal world - since only one of the three altars is left, Morag Bal's speed of absorbing souls is greatly reduced, which makes the door of annihilation he opened unstable. Someone must be on the other side of the door. On the one hand, this spell is stabilized.
As a blind magician who was completely controlled by the Lord of Enslavement, he should have been the core point of this spell, but due to the life-saving raids of the Redguards and half-elves, his attention was inevitably distracted. His keen hearing was disturbed by the sounds of gnawing weapons, spell activation and collisions in the fierce battle. His calm heart was stirred by the excitement about the imminent success of his master's terrorist plan, and he did not notice what was behind him.
Although he successfully killed the most dangerous half-elf, and the insidious huntress took advantage of the fact that she thought she was successful, he prepared to use the same spell to kill the Standal believers who jumped onto the high platform, but his throat was slit by the assassin. Tube.
The magician stumbled forward a few steps, wanting to turn around and destroy the audacious assassin.
But Nargis stabbed him in the back with a dagger first.
The assassin viciously twisted the dagger, cutting the evil filthy heart of the magician into several pieces, then pulled out the dagger, quickly retreated, and escaped into the shadows - the one-eyed Nord fully demonstrated the power of a killer. How it works: Always remember that the shadows are the Assassin's unstoppable power.
This Vamer wanted to say something but was choked by the blood frantically pouring out. He stretched out his withered right hand in vain towards the statue of Morag Bal, and the human bone staff fell to the ground feebly.
The magician died, and his soul, like a half-elf, was immediately absorbed by the idol and became part of Molag Bal's power.
Solini Yurad was stunned by this sudden turn of events. She never thought that it would be the damn assassin who saved her life again.
This was a premeditated murder.
As a believer of Standal, Solini should have condemned this behavior, but looking at the monster that took the lives of her companions in front of her, the female Nord discovered with horror that there was actually a trace of satisfaction and joy in her heart.
Yes, she longs to kill these monsters, even with the most despicable means.
only because--
In the crowd, the golden barrier spell was destroyed by a Keenleef-level demon. Before that, the Nord's spells had withstood too many attacks from the enemy. This demon's attack only destroyed the embankment. The last anthill.
Three Gianvas-level demons broke through the defense of the ascetic monks, and they attacked the bald Nord with deadly swords, axes and hammers in their hands.
The Nord holding a battle ax roared angrily, first took three quick steps back, then charged forward, and struck an enemy in the head with the heavy ax in his hand. Split the hapless enemy's head open in the middle.
Then he shouldered the wounds of two other enemies on his shoulders and waist, forcibly twisted his body, cut off half of the first enemy's head with the heavy ax in his hand, and slashed it down diagonally.
The battle ax pressed the weapon of the enemy holding the sword back continuously, and finally cut into the enemy's chest.
The demon yelled in pain, grabbed the ax blade on his chest ferociously, and his hideous red ugly face was filled with a sinister laugh of the same fate.
Duran let go of the ax handle, and a long-planned spell burst out from his fingertips. The golden light hit the second and third demons, smashing several big holes in their chests.
But a demon approached him from behind.
The ascetic turned back.
As the female hunter screamed in despair, a ferocious black giant sword whizzed past, and a head rose into the sky.
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Rays of green, red, white, and black light flew towards Turka.
Turka snorted coldly, raised his hand and cast a barrier spell. In an instant, colorful rays of light hit the transparent barrier technique, causing ripples. Magic auras continued to burst out, and the two parties caused magic fluctuations that caused gusts of wind to roll up in the already chaotic hall. Rubbles, armor, weapons, and even corpses flew all over the sky, and then passed through the Gate of Annihilation covering the hall and fell to Cold Harbor on the other side of the door.
In the heart of grief, Morag Bal angrily separated a strand of his huge and evil will, carefully passed through the door of annihilation torn open by his power and the soul power drawn through the altar, bundled it into a small point, and hid. One of the slaves stared at the figure in the hall who was taller than the Demon Crocodile Lord with resentment in his eyes.
He allowed more Keenleef-level demon casters to stabilize the spell of the altar.
At the same time, the Lord of Coldharbour ordered more Daedra and vampires enslaved by him to pass through the unstable Gate of Annihilation and enter Nirn.
But Turka, who let go of his restraints, opened his mouth and roared with all his strength - although he tried his best to rush over, in the end, Turka still watched helplessly as a demon struck the ascetic's head with a sword. Cut it down.
(On the other side, the Red Guards were besieged by enemies that were several times or even ten times their size, and their bodies and souls were just a matter of breath.)
The domed hall and the special and airtight structure also strengthened the power of the roar that was not inferior to the unyielding Tum. The terrifying sound waves instantly shattered everyone's eardrums, and continued to spread and reverberate in the ruins of the Dwemer. The huge rock dome could not withstand such a massive attack and finally began to shake and crack.
As the earth shook and the mountains shook, the enemies either covered their ears in pain and fell to the ground, or were smashed to pieces by falling boulders.
The moment Turka put away the barrier spell, another spell blurted out from his lips.
“Statická kupole!”
A lightning ball containing the aura of destruction condensed in the air, and quickly ejected a series of silver snakes. All the demon warriors hit by these terrible lightnings were instantly turned into ashes - this is not to say that the Dwemer guards were Stronger than these Daedra creatures, but resistant to spells, the machine is destined to be much higher than most Nirn\Annihilation creatures - Turka can be safer after isolating Molag Bal's ravings Embracing Nirn's earth bones, his weakness is spiritual and divine, but the magic power required for this spell is fixed.
The death of a large number of slaves will not make Morag Bal angry. The loss of each life will only strengthen the power of the Lord of Coldharbor. What really makes the Lord of Slavery and Domination angry is——
The assassin fell out of the shadows, staggering, with a look of pain on his face. There was thin blood flowing from his ears, and his eyes were confused and desperate. He was horrified to see the extremely destructive lightning dancing wildly in the air, and all the objects hit turned into clouds of flying ash.
And this one-eyed, cunning assassin was only a few steps away from the statue.
You despicable little bug! The will of Morag Bal thundered in Nargis' mind. Do you think that you, a mere mortal, can challenge the great Lord of Cold Harbor again and again? This era, and even more distant eras, will all belong to annihilation! Belongs to the great Morag Bal! And you, maggot, you are nothing but a meaningless shell! Meaningless!
In the void, Molag Bal transformed into a black mist that was so terrifying that his soul froze. In the mist, there were countless distorted and painful faces, an unknown liquid with a foul odor and a thick viscosity, and a shrill sharp gust of sinister wind. Yelling, with countless pairs of terrifying eyes. They were all roaring, laughing, angry, and wailing as they rushed toward the one-eyed assassin, trying to drown him and devour him!
Nargis screamed desperately, trying to move his stiff limbs to escape the judgment of the father of vampires. Or punishment!
But his power in the void is nothing but the light of a firefly to Molag Bal, a drop in the ocean!
He yelled in fear, groaned in despair, and cursed angrily. He cursed the gods and the web-spinners for putting him in such a terrifying and desperate situation.
I heard.
A cold, unidentifiable voice sounded in Nargis's ears. You turned your back on me and followed my footsteps, mortal, and you made me so happy!
Nargis was stunned.
Should I punish you or reward you?
The soft, cold, yet very pleasant voice said.
Nargis's throat was extremely dry, as if he had just screamed for a long time, and he shouted word by word: Mephala!
The Webspinner laughed that strange laugh that made the assassin unable to tell the gender. You are very smart. Mephala said. I don't like it very much. But I love the way you defy the gods!
I didn't mean that...
Don't insult me with your thoughts as small as dust! The goddess was furious. Then He said softly: No, you are right. Lies are our nature, and countless lies construct the direction and meaning of our actions!
The assassin dared not 'speak' any more.
He even saw that with the sound of this strange but inexplicable sound that made him feel reassured, Morag Bal's illusions seemed to have stopped. They bared their claws, twisted wantonly, and rolled up and down, but they could not get close to this audacious promise. German.
The web spinner obviously also noticed the terrifying incarnation of the Father of Vampires. He chuckled, "I have decided, I want to reward you." Said the goddess of lies, sex and murder to Nargis.
Because I don't like the triumphant look of that vampire bat.
And - I'm going to punish you!
You idiot, you actually dare to blaspheme my sacred taboo!
The Webspinner roared with fury, pushing the assassin out of the void. He ran forward staggeringly, and amidst the angry and terrifying roar of Molag Bal, and the surprised, angry, frightened and puzzled eyes of everyone, he bumped into the statue of the altar.
"This is not what I want..."
In the assassin's desperate eyes, a force came from the Nord and shattered the idol of Molag Bal.
Instantly, everyone stopped.
Everyone looked towards the Gate of Annihilation above the altar.
I saw that without the power of the Lord of Cold Harbor, the Gate of Annihilation flickered for a moment before collapsing.
Thanks to book friend Ruoyu Chenfeng, Sajia is a delicate flower who loves to drink milk tea for her monthly ticket.
(End of chapter)
