Aran gasped, trying hard to hold up the shield, and stood in front of a Psijic cultist. His luxurious chief mage robe was completely torn and dirty, revealing his dark purple body.
Sattar has disappeared. The mage's battle has changed the terrain here. A huge pit appears on the spot. Everyone in the Black Insect Society was affected by the crazy magic offensive and was completely wiped out. The teachers and students of the academy received Aran's full strength.
Guard, no one was injured or killed.
Jonas is being held hostage by a Psijic cultist.
The troll man floated in the air and asked softly, "Why do you want to be my enemy?"
Aran narrowed his eyes, "Because this is justice."
"Master Aran, I respect you, but you should know that I have repeatedly held back. Now, ask your high elf friends to cancel the time stop and hand over Jonas and the Eye of Magnus."
"This is the thirty-second time." The soft-spoken Psijic suddenly said, "This is also the elimination of the thirty-second possibility."
Lu Zhengkang frowned, "What do you mean?"
"The Dragon Break that happened in the future is spreading to the present. It is like a flower, with countless petals released from the center. The you standing in front of us now is not you in the future, but someone from the past transformed into the present.
You of the timeline." The Psijic cultist wiped the blood flowing from his ears. He actually couldn't hear clearly what he said, so his voice was very low and vague, "Our dragon chrysalis is the one who blocks the future dragon break.
of a reef.”
Lu Zhengkang thought, he was clearly forcibly fixed in this time period, so why did he hear this high elf say that he was just one of countless possibilities? Are there other versions of himself in other timelines that have performed Dragon Break?
"...As long as we use the power of the crystal tower to stop you who is trying to break the dragon, we will succeed."
"It's ridiculous. The crystal tower has collapsed a long time ago. How long can you fix time on your own?" Lu Zhengkang laughed dumbly. Who doesn't know that the grand crystal law was destroyed by the demons during an annihilation crisis in the second era?
"Who said we are the Psijic Order from the Fourth Era?" The believer chuckled.
"What do you mean by this?"
"The Crystal Tower will remain in our hearts forever. We are the ghosts of the First Era. We came with the power of Dragon Break, just to prevent you from swallowing the world."
The occurrence of the Dragon Break caused the Crystal Tower to jump from the past to the present, but the Crystal Tower was reshaped to stop the Dragon Break. The result of the event must block the cause of the event. It sounds incredible, but this is the special nature of the Dragon Break.
If the dragon breaking caused by Lu Zhengkang in the future is a circle of ripples on the water, then the Psijik Order and the others are the mud pushed to the water by the ripples. They cannot directly go to intercept Lu Zhengkang when he is just born, they can only
As the ripples continue to expand,
Moving to the past timeline, but they can't really wait until the ripples expand to Lu Zhengkang's birth date, because the timeline will explode exponentially with the expansion of Long Po. By then, Lu Zhengkang's birth will have countless forms, and there is no way to
contain.
Lu Zhengkang: "Why should I devour the world? I am not Alduin. Besides, why bother to spend so much time just to defeat a dragon?"
"It's different. Except for the green liquid wandering in the black swamp, the rest of the towers are either inactive due to the broken stone or completely collapsed. The world has entered the most critical time. When the dragonborn kills the black dragon,
Return the World-Eater to his place, and a new reincarnation will begin."
"sounds good."
"But you are different. You carry a power that will completely destroy the world. Reincarnation will end from now on."
Lu Zhengkang guessed that the Psijic cultist was referring to the Pure Land, but the Pure Land would not manifest the trajectory of destiny. How did the other party see it?
"Even so, how are you going to stop me?"
"We will..." The Patriarch waved the wonderful staff in his hand. This is the Staff of Magnus, matched with the Eye of Magnus. It was once buried under the labyrinthian city, and was later used by the Psijics.
Excavations of the Order.
Before he finished speaking, the Eye of Magnus suddenly bloomed, and a huge blue beam shot out from the core, hitting the frozen Lu Zhengkang hard, and the troll man disappeared in the raging torrent.
"...Kill you."
Several Psijic believers breathed a sigh of relief and looked at their leader, and he said softly, "Let's get started, the next timeline is waiting for us."
"But the Dragonborn is becoming more and more unstable!"
"After completely tampering with his memory, let him go. He is the most critical link."
Aran hesitated and asked, "Is it really necessary to put such difficulties on children?"
"Child? No, he is the reincarnation of the dragon and snake, the destiny savior. If anyone else can fulfill God's will and prevent this outsider from devouring the world, it can only be this boy."
The dean chuckled, "Let's continue. We can try to stay as still as possible without using Magnus's power. If we do it a few more times, the dragon pupa gel will be exhausted."
"Didn't we kill more than 800 dragons before we came here? Logically speaking, it should be more than enough." A believer expressed doubts.
"It's far from enough. As long as the dragon break is not lifted for a moment, the past timeline will continue to emerge."
Aran sighed, "Can you send the teachers and students of the college back by the way?"
"That's fine, so you can free up your hands to help deal with the World Destroyers, but you have to understand that they will endure the torture that the time rift will bring to their souls."
"Live first, then talk about other things."
"That's right."
All the Psijic believers chanted the incantation together, and the next moment a bright clear light shone, the broken earth recovered, everyone's injuries were healed, while Jonas and everyone in Winterhold disappeared, and everyone in the Black Worm Society was resurrected.
The time was frozen at three seconds after the imperial mage was shot away by the president of the Black Insect Club. Then, a clear bell rang, and a man in white robes carrying a copper umbrella flew in from the breach in Sattar, "It's you, who want to fight?"
Hurt my child? Where did you hide Jonas? Hand him over!"
"Let's begin, the thirty-third time."
…
Jonas felt like the world was spinning, and everything was dark before his eyes. He passed out, and a gentle baritone said in his mind in beautiful Elvish language: "When the towers return, fate will be reversed. Find the walking brass, close it, and end the dragon."
break."
When he regained consciousness, Jonas heard the sound of wheels rolling over the stone floor.
With his hands tied, the boy opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a cart. Opposite him was a blond man wearing blue leather armor. He raised his chin at him and said, "Hey, you're finally awake."
"Where am I?"
"On the way to the Holy Land Town of Helgen to be beheaded." The blond Nord man smiled carelessly.
It seems to be early morning now, and the road in the forest is covered with thin mist. It is flanked by tall pines and cypresses, and the towering mountains of Skyrim Province can be faintly seen between the trees.
The driver of the car was an imperial soldier, and there were four prisoners sitting on the car. To Jonas's right was a brown-haired Nord wearing a black bearskin cloak, and his mouth was tied with a strip of cloth. The two people on the opposite side, besides wearing
There were Nords in blue armor and a tall, thin Breton man wearing linen prison uniform. He was muttering to himself, "Holy Spirit, Ismir, DiBella, protect me."
Seeing Jonas staring at the man in the big cloak, the Nords said in a deep voice: "Attention, citizen, you are now facing the great High King Ulfric!"
The Breton man sneered, "Brainless guy, anyone with a discerning eye can now see that Baron Dillo of Winterhold is his destiny. If anyone can solve the chaos caused by your storm cloaks, only Dillo
Baron Luo!"
The imperial soldier who was driving the carriage turned his head and shouted, "Everyone in the back, shut up! Be honest!"
Ulfric let out a few vague laughs, leaned back on his chair, and looked at the sky.
