Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

"kill him"

A voice roared wildly in Nargis's mind; but then, it turned into a melodious, seductive female voice: No, he is the key, we can use him, confuse him, and let him be used by us ...

"kill him"

No.

"kill him"

No.

Nargis's head almost exploded with the opposite ghostly voice in his head. He only felt his eyes go dark, and the calm expression on his face instantly turned pale, and the pain spread from his toes to the ends of his hair.He yelled to the voice in his head: Don't try to control me!I am not your puppet!
The voice in Nargis's mind seemed surprised that the pawn in his hand dared to resist, it became furious, and turned into a mist darker than night and thicker than ink, and rushed towards the assassin; Like a multi-legged monster, it tapped its disgusting chelicer limbs, spit out countless silk threads, entangled him, and lifted him into the air.

How dare you disobey me!

A cold, unmasculine voice roaring, defying your god?

Nargis struggled and twisted desperately, trying to escape from the shackles of despair and fear, but the newly acquired power in his body melted like Xia Xue at this moment, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't feel the slightest trace of it. He is like a trapped moth tightly bound in a net called "fate", and on the other end of the thread is Mephala, the demon god of murder, lies, deceit and sex. {The gender of this demon god is not fixed, it depends entirely on the object he/she wants to contact.The mortals of Nirn's most intuitive impression of this demon god is that he/she is always weaving an impenetrable web-full of lies, sex and murder, so they are also dubbed the weaver, weaver, Title of the Spider Devil}
I don't—you can't—

The assassin felt like a flat boat in the stormy sea, his heart was filled with fear, his sanity gradually dissipated, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the power lingering on him.Gradually, he was swallowed up by the boundless darkness bit by bit.

In the eyes of others, the black light in Nargis' one-eyed eyes became more and more intense at this moment, and a painful expression appeared on his face.There was a disturbing aura exuding from him, and the white light of the magic light technique shone on him and was immediately swallowed up by this aura, making him look terrifying and gloomy.

It is said that among the crowd, the other assassin was the most surprised.Because at that time she knew that Nargis was actually the patron of the Spider Demon God—the Dark Brotherhood was deeply involved with this Demon God. There were rumors that the predecessor of the Brotherhood, the infamous Morag Gang, was established from beginning to end All have their participation {One of the most famous feats of this killer organization is the murder of the last emperor of the Lehman Dynasty, Lehman III, and his crown prince in the First Era, ending the First Era.And later murdered the employer, the snakeman Prime Minister Vesidor Charles, by the same means}.The Night Mother, the leader behind the Brotherhood, is considered to be another form of Mephala.Therefore, it was not surprising that the female assassin could sense the aura of this demon god—the dark elf was startled and terrified at the thought that he had offended him.

But Turka seemed to have known it long ago. He pushed away the guarding Israeln, and said in a voice full of magnetism and magic, "Why didn't you answer?"

Nargis in the void seemed to hear the chants from the Light Realm, he woke up suddenly, and the power wrapped around the assassin's body was also slightly loosened uncomfortably.The very faint kind.

But Nargis still felt it, and struggled desperately again, trying to break free from the shackles of the Demon God.But the Spider Demon God reacted quickly and tied him even more firmly.The monster who appeared inexplicably replied in the voice of a one-eyed assassin: "Let the gods die! I brought this despicable woman to you because we need more information about this place, and the two One person is more efficient than one person, isn't it?" The demon god pouted his lips, his words were courteous and cunning, and those who heard it could not help but fall into his gorgeous and empty remarks, but the facts were often far from it far.

However, Turka Arakano had a strong will and sharp eyes. He stared closely at the man in front of him, but what he looked at was the terrifying demon god in the void. "Not everything you said is true, it is full of lies." A strong aura erupted from this demigod's body. It was as scorching as a flower, and it had its own divine power, making it daunting to look at. "This makes me worry, is it that poor human being who occupies this body, or the annihilated king?"

Hearing this, Yislan was shocked and pointed the magic sword at the assassin.Even Solini Yorad recovered from her grief, she showed the Dwemer sword, and looked at the two confronting parties hesitantly, not knowing what to do.

At that moment, the surrounding air froze.

Gabriela swallowed, trying to run away but overwhelmed by the frightening confrontation in front of her, hoping that these dangerous guys would ignore her.

A weird smile appeared on Nargis' black and terrifying face, he grinned and said sullenly: "I don't understand what you are talking about, I am me, your loyal servant—"

"It's never me you serve." Turka shook his head, "It's not that nihilistic god, just because you are proud and cowardly, only willing to waste your energy for your poor life, but you don't know that you will not escape your fate in the end. "

These words hit the humblest and most sensitive wound in the One-eyed Assassin's heart. He roared, the muscles and veins under his clothes burst, and the ominous black energy on his body rolled desperately, looking extremely terrifying.

"I'm not anyone's puppet!" He roared word by word.

The demon god was surprised to see that this favored one, who had been infused with a little divine power by him, broke free from his shackles, and roared a challenge to him.The demon god angrily wanted to crush this blasphemy, but at that moment, Turka seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and uttered the dragon roar that frightened the dark demon gods: "Kalya—"

In the brilliant light of creation rising like the rising sun, everyone screamed and closed their eyes.But even so, they still burst into tears and fell into the panic and helplessness of not being able to see things.

Then, they heard another voice full of majesty.

"enyalie—"

In Yislan's last sight, he saw the terrifying black air lingering on the one-eyed assassin's body like grease on fire. It first rose suddenly, and then shrank, as if he had been greatly hurt. Yislan Slahn vaguely heard the assassin's screams.

This sound is simply not something that humans can make. It is like the sound of a knife cutting through an iron sheet, or the howl of a dying creature. It is sharp, hoarse, and creepy.

Then they heard a loud crash, and almost the next instant, another crash.

When everyone recovered their eyesight again, the one-eyed assassin had already collapsed on the other side of the stone chamber, limp and motionless on the ground like a boneless animal.