Nairn shivered under the bombardment of Namidian. The brass giant first attacked the Morrowind region. Standing at the southern end of the sky, you could clearly see several huge smoke pillars rising into the sky in the east, amidst the raging hurricane.
, everything is speechless, and can only watch the Brass God tearing the world apart bit by bit.
Jonas used the floating force field to blow away the air waves and smoke. There were huge tides rushing in from the north, west and east, but these were not as tragic as the morning wind. The land masses were thrown into the sky, broke through the atmosphere, and escaped.
Bound by the gravity of Nairn, the face of Nanidian in space is bigger than Mather, and its height should be almost the same as the diameter of Nairn. For a machine as big as a planet, what kind of monster did the Dwemer create in the first place?
There are so many magical powers!
Jonas was angry and anxious. He only complained that he was slow to move and failed to block the enemy from Nirn. He also hated himself for being weak and feared that he would not be able to defeat such a powerful enemy. He was worried about his relatives and friends in Winterhold for a while.
All the creatures in the world are filled with sorrow and can't help but burst into tears.
"Don't cry, kid, we still have a chance." A clear female voice came from behind him, breaking through the barrier of the hurricane. A female high elf mage wearing a bright yellow hooded robe walked out of thin air, her posture as sassy as a flower in the wind,
"I finally found you. Now you don't need to be resurrected every time on the 17th of the last month of 201. I have recorded this time node. You can go and deal with the brass tower without worry."
Jonas was shocked. There was so much information in the other person's words that his mind went blank now. He had lost all emotion in the middle of crying, but his face was still a little aggrieved, and his big eyes were full of doubts, "What do you mean?"
"do you remember me?"
"You...are you Miss Toptalina?" Jonas showed an excited expression, "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, how are you?"
The Psijic believers lamented, "I can't say it's good. We must have suffered tremendous hardships in the future. There used to be nine people, but now there are only three."
"What happened? Why do you say that?"
"Our future lies in your past. I can't explain it to you in detail. We don't have much time. I have told you some important words. You should listen carefully."
"Yes, ma'am, I understand."
"The Namidian attacked Morrowind to knock down the Red Mountain. It has some bad memories there, but it's just right. There is a clockwork city under Morrowind, and there are several spaceships there that can take people there.
Moon, you go too, the Brass God is not something you can fight against, and the real chance of victory will still come at some point in the future."
Jonas nodded, has his mission come to an end?
…
Sattar.
"The first dragon pupa node record is completed!" Toptalina suddenly reported to the Dean Hui, "I saw him, that boy."
The dean forced a smile. It was now intermission. He looked around tiredly at the devastated Sattar. More than three hundred timelines had passed since the last time he encountered the terrifyingly powerful Baishan. During this time, he encountered
There are all kinds of White Mountains, including men and women, old and young, and some are not even human. Those with strong abilities will take the initiative to find Sattar, while those with weak strength will be forcibly summoned. In short, they are all
It can be solved without too much effort.
After Sattar's terrible punch, there were only four living people left, three Psijic members, and the Archmage Aran of Winterhold. As for the unlucky ones of the Black Worm Society, they had disappeared in the aftermath and were never seen again.
Will not be resurrected.
"How many dragon souls do we have left?"
"Less than a hundred."
Dragon Soul should be used in smaller quantities. After all, it is itself a fragment of time. It is an irreversible process to recharge the Dragon Chrysalis magic in the Crystal Tower.
Among the nine members of the Psijic Order, five were responsible for hunting dragons. In the nearly hundred years after 4e201, they hunted more than 800 dragons one after another, but six members were killed in the Wheel Seal Fist.
Later, the dragon soul escaped and some of the dragon hunters died before hunting the dragon. This means that some of the dragon hunters who had never hunted the dragon were absorbed by Jonas and some were absorbed by Miraak.
Their existence was wiped out, which is equivalent to having never appeared in this world. The Wheel Seal Fist caused a small dragon break, erasing the timeline of the killed. Gradually, even the spectators who witnessed their killing would also
They couldn't remember the existence of those people, that is, because the dragon chrysalis blocked the spread of Dragon Break, so that the four mages of Sattar could still remember the tragedy.
When they think that the death of their colleagues will not be remembered by anyone, even the Psijics who follow the hermit's journey feel sad and sad.
Seeing that the dragon souls on hand were not enough, the leader sighed, and the atmosphere became increasingly desperate.
Aran comforted: "Master, there is no need to be so sad. Since this comrade saw the boy, it proves that we successfully blocked Long Po and survived after 201 years. There is always a possibility that we can complete this great cause.
All victims are heroes."
The chief mage of Winterhold lost a right arm, a lung, part of the liver, gallbladder, intestines and other organs. Such injuries would have killed him. He used healing techniques to restore the wounds and covered them with a new layer of skin.
On the surface of the wound, the lost parts will never grow back. Even the body has forgotten that these organ cells once existed, and the soul is missing a corner. It is precisely because of this that the body adjusts spontaneously and manages to start functioning again.
Forty-six times ago in the timeline, they met Baishan, a mechanic who was covered in mechanical bionic devices and looked like a miniature Nano Dean.
After killing him, Aran and the dean used the remains of Baishan to build a new body. Now Aran's lower limbs are made of ebony mechanical spiders, his right arm is a multifunctional bionic arm, and an energy core is inserted into the opening of the body.
The Dean lost his left leg and some tissue in his abdominal cavity, and now he also has a robotic leg.
The strength of these two half-machine and half-human mages has not been greatly reduced, but is actually more flexible and durable.
Aran's words made the other three people feel a lot better. After a series of hard battles, everyone's mental state was on the verge of reaching the limit and their morale was flagging. In the Dragon Chrysalis, reinforcements could not be summoned. Every confrontation was a fist to the flesh, against the mage.
To put it bluntly, it is as painful as fighting in close combat. The ability of the four of them to travel through hundreds of timelines without collapsing in the confusion of perception is already an epic level of iron will.
"We may be able to take risks," the dean said. "Now that we have anchored the timeline with the best progress, we may be able to teleport the boy to a time after Node 1 and go directly to the end."
"But that will undoubtedly strengthen the power of Long Po, and we are likely to lose that timeline."
"But we don't have many choices..." The dean was a little incoherent.
The other two congregants, Toptalina and Proni, began to argue with each other, "It's just that they persist..."
"We still have a chance, just like Master Aran said..."
"The original stone of the Crystal Tower is still there. As long as you, the walking law, do not collapse, we can persist until the end of the world..."
"Yes, yes, even if the dragon soul is exhausted, we still have the Eye of Magnus to extract the creation of the God Realm, and there is so much Dawn Magic..."
Chapter completed!