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Chương 450: Aragor'in in

Michael continues sailing until he spots some more winged Daedra in the distance. He and his ghost crew manage to kill all of them but one, who'd kept its distance and escaped back in the same direction it'd come from... He, of course, followed, which led him to where he was now, sailing towards a large fortress that'd started launching rocks and other projectiles from what he could only guess to be catapults and trebuchet.

He was curious of their origin when some projectiles exploded with various effects upon striking the magma around the ship, but his curiosity could wait until he'd wiped out this daedric-whatever-settlement.

"FASTER! APPROACH FASTER!" Michael exclaims, despite the fact that they were already going full speed.

Some of his crew drag the cannons on deck to the front of the ship, pointing them in front of them before tying them down and beginning to fire them.

*BAANG!!*

Whatever the Daedra were expecting, cannons had apparently not been it as figures throw themselves off of the black stone walls before the ghostly projectiles strike them, cracking some and causing others to crumble.

One of the enemy's fired rocks managed to strike the sail of the ship, but it just goes completely through, causing the struck area to dissipate momentarily before reforming itself. It did drain some of Michael's mana for the repair, but he wasn't all that worried about it. He still had a shit ton of mana potions in his inventory to use, should it come down to it.

Michael noticed that the enemy's attacks were getting closer and closer to hitting the deck, so he turns the ship and revealed its broadside to the fortress, allowing the many Starboard cannons to begin reigning fire down upon the fortress, actually managing to destroy the large black spire standing proudly high above the walls... At least, it did...

Hundreds of Daedra were killed by the first volley, but again, Michael was forced to manoeuvre the ship to avoid being struck... This time, pointing the Portside cannons at the enemy...

The enemy Daedra knew exactly what was going to happen as he did this, having already suffered one volley of cannon shots. They all took cover, uncaring of the plight of their allies and quickly crumbling defences in the meantime.

Some large Daedroths equipped with large shields barely covered their allies, the cannon shots were not powerful enough to break completely through the daedric shields... Michael was sure they would once he got [GhostShip] to Rank 3 though.

Regardless, with the enemy forces already in shambles, he turns the ship and sails directly towards the shattered and cracked fortress, intent to crash it and charge them. Kunkka only used the Ghost Ship to crash into things in the game, so he wanted to see just how effective it would be for him.

The few cannons on the front kept firing, but it wasn't nearly as overwhelming as the full broadsides the fortress had already received, allowing the enemy to recollect themselves and prepare for the crash landing... They actually thought that Michael was stupid for giving up his naval superiority, unaware of the damage the crashing Ghost Ship might cause.

With thousand of Daedra gathered in the fortress's ruined courtyard, they prepared to receive the enemy once they crashed the ship into the shallow rocky area surrounding the island, or the shore if they got lucky enough.

"COME GET SOOOME!" Michael roars as the ship approaches the fortress, seemingly ignoring the sharp rocks it was going over. Once it reached the shore, the whole thing abruptly explodes, causing a shockwave of water to expand outwards, knocking many Daedra off of their feet.

*CRAAAAAAAAAASH!*

While the ship imploded on itself, Michael and the ghostly crew streamed forward from the wreckage, completely unaffected by the crash landing.

Michael honestly felt like Aragorn leading the ghost army in the Lord of the Rings as he sprinted forward, ebony sword bared. His ghostly crew hadn't vanished after the destruction of the Ghost Ship, probably because he was still providing magic to the spell.

"AARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" Michael and the enemy Daedra all cry out as they crash into each other, his ghost crew also giving soundless roars as they crash into the enemy.

Michael casts "Winter's Curse!" on one of the backline Daedra just before the two sides clash, causing many Daedra to abruptly turn around and start attacking the unfortunate victim, leaving them completely defenceless as the ghost crew runs them through.

It was obvious that his ghost crew was way outmatched by both the daedra's individual strength and equipment, but the initial charge had set the mood for the battle, putting the enemy on the defensive as they desperately try to recover from the lost clash. All while Michael applied pressure of his own, unleashing powerful spells left right and centre.

Torrents explode from the scorched ground, sending Daedra flying from the extremely high-pressure water.

Fade Bolts jump between each Daedra, harming them while drastically reducing the strength and speed of anyone hit.

Arcane Curses fall on the backline mages, causing them agonizing pain and continual damage that only gets worse with every spell they try to cast.

Spatial Scatters disintegrate groups of enemies that were stupid enough to approach him during his rampage.

TideBringer decimates large swathes of the enemy force with each attack, sometimes even cleaving fifty of so Daedra in half all in one go, causing some to simply flee in terror at the display of absolute and unadulterated violence.

This combined with Essence Shift and Fiery soul made Michael untouchable by any Daedra in the fortress. Even after his ghost crew had finally been destroyed, he continued his slaughter, not allowing for any surrender or pleading as he bloodied his blade on the enemy.

Michael's flaming form blurs as he runs his sword through the stomach of the last remaining enemy, a Dremora mage who'd been hastily summoning Atronachs in order to stall for time... Not that he'd gotten it.

He'd thought that was the last of them, but he realises that this is not the case once he turns around and finds himself face to face with a heavily armoured Xivilai, who was wielding a two-handed Daedric sword in one hand and channelling a dark spell in the other.

Michae raises a flaming fist that was enhanced via Fiery Soul towards the Xivilai, "You've got big balls wanted to fight me alone like this... Or maybe you've just run from me until you couldn't anymore? Is that why you're the last one left?" he taunts, loving the way the Daedra's face scrunches with utter fury.

"I AM TAHNAR! GENERAL UNDER MEHRUNES DAGON! AND I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU HERE WITH THE REST OF MY SLAIN KIN!"


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Chương 451: Booos Fight?

"I AM TAHNAR! GENERAL UNDER MEHRUNES DAGON! AND I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU HERE WITH THE REST OF MY SLAIN KIN!"

"Uh huh, hey didn't like, twenty other people say that as well? Your 'kin' aren't very good at keeping promises..."

"RAAAAAARGGGHH!"

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Mehrunes Dagon growls under his breath as he observes the battle, clearly, his warriors were far less effective than he'd thought... That, or the World-Hopper was far stronger than he had any right to be.

Perhaps he should have stuck with his 'torture until insanity or compliance plan? Vaermina, despite being an insufferable hag, maybe had a point with his last Champion Silus, who'd been so mentally weak that controlling him was laughably easy.

He thought that having the mortal hunted by all the denizens of his realm would eventually bring him to heel. There was only so much a creature could take before finally succumbing after all, but it seems that he'd miscalculated... The World-Hopper was actually enjoying himself as he slaughtered his slaves.

His original intention was still in effect... Utilise the victories garnered by the mortal to corrupt him, use his rebellion against his rightful owner to gain a firmer grasp on his soul, and manipulate his ambition into a position where serving, temporarily or not, would be the favoured option.

The only probably was how long this would take, and how many of his own slaves would die to bring it to fruition... What point was there to gain a path to Tamriel if he had no army left, or an army that was far too weak to overcome the opposition it would encounter?

This left the Daedric Prince in a bind... The World-Hopper was far more valuable than any other being he possessed, and while he could seemingly resurrect himself at will, Dagon couldn't risk losing such a valuable asset doing something drastic, especially after the large failure...

He wanted to just personally torture the mortal until he gave in, unlike Silus who he'd had tortured by his servants. He knew that such actions could only end in a few ways, some of which would ruin whatever value the mortal had.

He couldn't utilise his ability to traverse realms unabated by the Dragon's barrier if he was insane or brain-dead.

Dagon was also baffled by the mortal's seeming infinite amount of energy and life force, along with the strange magic he wielded. He'd only seen a few magic users do something as ridiculous as conjuring an entire ghost ship, and they were already long dead, legends for the mortals to quibble over the details.

He huffs to himself as he observes his General, Tahnar, get bisected after the mortal teleports behind him. "PATHETIC." he grouses while opening his hand, revealing the soul of Tahnar on his palm.

"M.y-...Lo.rd...."

"YOU HAVE FAILED ME FOR THE LAST TIME, MONGREL."

"N.O-.... PL.EASE..." Tahnar begs, his voice distorted as he tries to force his mind to work despite his recent death.

Mehrunes Dagon's expression doesn't even twitch as he clenches his hand, destroying the soul and storing the essence elsewhere, possibly to be used to create an artifact of some worth... Though, he'd probably need to sacrifice more souls to make anything useful.

He looks back to Michael and finally, a single brow raises in disbelief, as he sees the mortal sitting next to a burning corpse while roasting a Daedroth's leg, showing no reticence to eating a formerly humanoid creature.

"HMM." with that he decides to wait and see how long it'll take until the mortal start showing the effects of his time in the Deadlands... If there's no progress, he'd take matters into his own hands. Literally.

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Michael chews on the roasted leg of the Daedroth, thinking about the strange sensation that'd hit him immediately after the battle... He'd felt something similar yet weaker the first few groups of Daedra he'd slain, but just thought of it as some side effect of Auroth's gift... That or just phantom pains from the torture he'd suffered under the magma...

Now however it was plainly obvious. A niggling sensation that scratched at his mind, as if trying to find a crack, or a way leading within.

His mental defences aided him in both discovering this and defending against it, so he felt that he'd be fine for now. But his real issue was just how long that'd still be the case. Would he be fine a week later? Or god forbid, a year, if he failed to escape by that time?

He didn't know, so his feelings of apprehension and worry for the future had sent him into contemplation. The EXP he was gathering would soon allow him to max out his Kunkka Spirit, so he was hoping the next tier would provide an answer to his situation. That, or give him something to stave off whatever was affecting him.

Michael had to admit that the thought of just killing himself, or allowing himself to die was a seductive one... How many times would he have to die to get more powerful than Dagon? It didn't suggest that there was any limit to the amount of power he could gather...

He quickly strikes down such thoughts while shaking his head however, knowing that such a line of thinking would send him down a spiral he probably wouldn't recover from.

On the issue of this 'feeling' that was encroaching on his mind, there was an obvious 'solution' if you could call it that. Since it only really came up when he wins a battle, he could just flee from every confrontation.

Avoid every fight until he or one of his friends figures out a way to get him out of this hell hole?

Yeah, no. He didn't think his pride would let him do that, plus, the levelling opportunities were hard to miss.

"Fuck it, where's the next fortress? I'm committing fuckin' genocide today!" Michael exclaims while tossing the half-eaten leg to the floor and summoning the Ghost Ship again.


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