Aran looked at the three people in front of him. The dean pursed his lips, and his gentle eyes were full of painful torture. The other two were obviously too panicked and pinned all their morale on the dean. This extremely powerful man
Those who imagine, all say that the Psijic Order disappeared for a period of time at the beginning of the Second Era. Did they come from that time period? But how did they predict such a distant crisis? Why were they the ones who came forward? They represent
What? Nine people, nine holy spirits? No, it’s impossible...
In the corner, a tall man wearing a black robe stood silently. Behind him was a dark purple roulette wheel. The side facing him was an epiphyllum pattern, and the side facing away from him was a world pattern, a shadow of annihilation that was so rich that it could not be dissolved.
It can flow out from it and turn into countless dignified roots connected to the man. The face under the hood is none other than Lu Zhengkang.
Shadow magic can summon yourself in different timelines.
…
The high elf mage left quietly.
Jonas was stunned for a while, then looked up and watched the Brass God turn his head to look at the Black Swamp. From his position, he could see Namidian's side, behind the gray and yellow dust clouds like mottled rags.
, just like the pillar bearing the sky in a dream.
"It's so beautiful." The boy said sincerely. Just looking at the brass god like this, his heart slowed down inexplicably. He heard another low, hollow, cold heartbeat, and he resonated with this subtle feeling in an instant.
fleeting.
At this moment, the end of the world has indeed arrived, and everything has fallen into a cold and desolate melancholy. The strong wind has brought severe cooling, and the temperature will not be higher than three degrees Celsius. He can see the sea water when he lowers his head. The tsunami has just rushed through here, and now it is exposed on the earth. It is strange.
A lot of marine life has been left on the surface, the mountains have been cut down, and the basins have been filled with sea water. They say they are land, but they are actually wetlands.
It is estimated that one layer of Morrowind has been cracked, and even the strata on the horizon have been seriously affected. A large number of rift valleys have spread out in the shape of branches, and seawater is constantly pouring in, but there is no intention of filling it up.
Nirn's population is estimated to have been reduced by most, and only three hours have passed. On a cosmic scale, even in the blink of an eye, the mortal world has already come to an end.
Jonas saw corpses floating thousands of miles away, and the broken materials of the house collapsed and scattered.
Incomparably tragic.
Are there still a thousand people alive now? A hundred people? Or even less?
Winterhold is definitely gone, there is no way it is still there, let alone Sotherheim.
Jonas counted the names of the places he knew one by one and estimated how many survivors there would be. This seemed to be an instinctive reaction. In fact, he didn't really want to think about it.
He was wondering, had he ever killed anyone?
It seems not, he is just a bystander of the killing...
some memories come up
The child cried to the man. The man wiped the tears from his cheeks and asked softly: "Why are you crying?"
"I don't want to kill him anymore, can he survive?"
"Not at the moment."
"When can we?"
"When you can transcend time and space, and transcend life and death."
"Well, I will definitely rescue him in the future." The boy wiped away his tears and smiled again.
"You have to think carefully, this may be a task that you will never be able to complete in your lifetime."
"When I die, I won't owe him any more."
This memory was like a steel needle, pricking Jonas's head and giving him a headache.
"Men should remember their promises and what they decide to do, and never give up."
"Sir, is there anything you absolutely must accomplish?"
"Yes, I'll keep it in my memo so I can look at it from time to time."
Jonas covered his head, fell from the air, and fell into the mud. His body was stained and he screamed in pain.
The wheat seeds in the grate have sprouted, and the green seedlings have grown short. If you look closely, they look like spring lawns. The tall troll man mixed the chopped wheat germ and soaked corn kernels evenly,
Put them together in a bucket to soak and ferment. When you come back in the evening, put the corn
Take out the malt and malt, pour the squeezed slurry into the pot and boil it, small bubbles will come out, and the warm aroma of wheat and sugar will fill the stone shack, fill the gaps in clothes and hair, and
The alveoli are filled, the body is soaked, and the whole person feels sweet...
He remembered it, he remembered it all!
I didn't grow up in the Crystal Tower. I was a wandering child. I grew up next to Mr. Baishan.
A beautiful epiphyllum quietly lit up between his eyebrows, Jonas was shining, and a clear water lotus in the mud was in full bloom today.
…
The Lord of Shadows gazes upon the remnants of the Psijic Order.
Lu Zhengkang has long realized that his state is incomplete. He has lost control of the Pure Land. He used to be able to hold a flower, but now he can only hold one petal. The difference is obvious. But his shadow magic
But he made rapid progress and sensed himself in thousands of timelines one after another.
After arriving in the world of The Elder Scrolls, Lu Zhengkang remembered that he was born in a merchant family in the Rift Valley in 4e177. His parents disappeared as merchants during the great war, so he lived on the streets and joined the Thieves Guild at the age of ten to help the dark elf Kallia.
After taking revenge, he became a new generation of Nightingale, and was favored and praised by Nocturnal. From then on, he developed a natural affinity for shadows, studied shadow magic bit by bit, and achieved considerable achievements.
He had countless thieves under his command, and gradually took control of the Blackthorn family and became the actual ruler of the Rift. The name of the Shadow King was widely spread in the underground world of Tamriel.
He originally planned to unify the gray area of the sky and borrow a huge group of thieves to help with magic research. This is exactly what he did until he met the little Brighton girl named Jonas and entered old age early.
Some people appear to be ordinary single dads on the surface, but secretly they are ruthless and feared underworld godfathers.
Lu Zhengkang understood the way of chim three months ago. He twisted the Pure Land into a pipeline system connected to annihilation, allowing him to mobilize endless annihilation energy. The effect is exactly the same as the Eye of Magnus.
One day ago, he sensed that a large number of parallel world lines of him were disappearing, so he sneaked into the Sattar Dragon Chrysalis. As a result, he was beaten to the point where he could not lift his head by the four mages. After pretending to be dead, Lu Zhengkang successfully hid in the dragon chrysalis.
dark place.
Shadow magic is not very suitable for combat, but those four brothers have experienced hundreds of battles, and their control of magic is so wonderful that the King of Shadows is convinced of his defeat.
But now it's his turn. The next two hundred or so battles between the four of them are actually just parallel world projections summoned by the King of Shadows. They are not strong. In this process, Lu Zhengkang's chim will continues.
Penetrate into the thinking of four people.
The dean has integrated the crystal tower into himself. In terms of hidden strength, it is the top of the second level, and the shadow king has just touched the threshold of the second level. It is almost impossible to kill the dean. So Lu Zhengkang's
The plan is to use the shadow of chaos to blunt the dawn magic of the Crystal Tower and make it inactive.
This is an attempt to hide the fact that the opponent is not aware of the objective fact that he has become weaker, and at the same time, he has to actively weaken the opponent's strength. It is like putting a blue water film on the lake to keep the surface water level unchanged, but in fact
Slowly drain the water underneath it.
For the King of Shadows, this is already the opposite of Chim, and it adheres to the most essential principle of annihilation to eliminate possibilities.
Slowly welcome death in a sweet dream!
The Shadow King smiled strangely, Long live Sithis!
