Dragonborn Saga

CH 553

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“Nefertiti, take this to Wulfur. ” Jon couldn ’t stay like this any longer and passed the [Cube] to Nefertiti, who disappeared instantly, and Jon also moved right away.

He ran towards the end of the peak he ’s on and looked between Jonrad and [Wrath].

”Old man, how long can you hold up? ” He sent a telepathic signal.

”Ah! Take that you… oh, son! A minute! This bastard is tough. ”

”We have 30 seconds before we are disadvantaged! ” Jon replied and teleported towards [Wrath].

The first thing he had was to stop Nahkinax from gaining momentum.
He ordered [Wrath] to retreat, and instead of trying to physically overpower the Dragon, Jon went for playing completely dirty.
With [Pride] as a third hand and his own two hands working separately, Jon cast a barrage of spells at Nahkinax.

[Dark Shard], a hedge magic spell that summons a crystal imbued with Daedric power to stun the target.
[Encase], an alteration/conjuration mix up that reshapes the earth beneath the target using Daedric energy that can consume power.
[Evil Cage], a spell that can put the enemy in a greater slowed state.
[Soul Silence], a mysticism spell that disables the target ’s ability to use magic.
[Seal Space], a spell that completely prevents teleportation or opening a portal in the area.
[Burden], an alteration spell that causes the body to feel heavier.

The raging Nahkinax was completely immobilized and his titanic body was quivering on the ground.
The only thing he could move was his eyes that stared daggers at Jon who was begging for breath too.

Jon overused his large Magicka Pool just now and started chugging on a potion while looking between the other three dragons calculating what to do next.
At that same moment, Jonrad was completely overpowered by Thurlotyol and sent flying backward towards Jon.
He landed badly, but he jumped right back up and looked at Jon.

”Son, anything you can do, now is… ”

*ROAR*

But he couldn ’t continue his words, the shadow of Thurlotyol descended on them both at the same time, but that wasn ’t the worst of it.
The third dragon freed himself from the bind and roared to heaven.

The roar was… mind-numbing.

The pressure was devastating.

This third dragon is not something they can face on this stage.

”Son, go… ”

Jonrad wanted to defend Jon from the two remaining dragons that were aiming all their anger at him, but that wasn ’t what Jon had in mind.

Two dragons about to destroy everything; two dragons were completely defeated.
To a certain Dragonborn, these odds were… satisfying.

”FEIM ZII GRON! ” (Fade Spirit Bind)

Jon shouted the [Become Ethereal] shout not at himself but towards Jonrad.
He barely managed to slip away from the dragon claws that almost landed on top of him.
With Thurlotyol over them and the other dragon taking the sky toward them, the situation didn ’t look any good.

”WULFER! THAT ONE! ”

Jon was nearby lying on the ground as he dodged Thurlotyol, he called for Wulfur and aimed for one of the four Dragons.
On a nearby mountain, Wulfur and the rest appeared with a weapon the world didn ’t see anything like before, and it was aimed at the wounded and retreating Trahdruniik.

”FIRE! ” Wulfur shouted and…

*KABOOM*

The Great Dwarven Steam Cannon fired.

A masterpiece only Jon can design and only Wulfur can operate, the absolute monster of madness and genius was something that weighed seventeen tons and can fire cannonballs made of Cold Iron and Ebony alloy and take one whole week to recharge.
If not for the runes Jon inscribed on the cannon, the sound of it would make the hearts and brains of anyone in the perimeter of a 100 meters explode.

Wulfur fired the cannon and ran away before parts of the cannon itself flew away from the pressure made by the explosion.
It was a prototype, after all.

All four dragons realized what happened and were put in a very difficult situation.

Those four are the ones who remained from the Wise Dragons faction, a group that was once the heart and soul of the cult.
Jon killed one of them not too long ago, and the others are either not revived yet or broke away from Skyrim long ago.
If one of them is to fall now…

”KES VULD STAAD! ” (Limit Shift Place)

Finally, the third of the Dragons decided to use the fastest shout there is, the [Teleport] shout.
He disappeared from where he intended to charge at Jon and appeared right above Trahdruniik.
He held the wounded Dragon with his claws and twisted his body mid-air to throw him away.

And the cannonball arrived.

*CRASH!*

It didn ’t miss… but it didn ’t completely hit either.
It grazed the Dragon well enough to send him down with his consciousness almost fading.
On the other hand, the cannonball landed on a mountain nearby and made its top flat.

”THURI! ” The falling Trahdruniik shouted.

”Onikkeindrog! ” Thurlotyol, who was trying to protect Nahkinax from Jon, lost focus on Jon and wanted to save his Lord.

”AHAHA! Hot damn! ”

On the other hand, Jon was laughing like a maniac villain who pieced everything together to beat down the hero.
He barely managed to stand and staggered to balance as if he was drunk.
It seemed that the battle took a toll on him, but he was healing himself despite the odds.

Seeing Onikkeindrog, the Ancient Dragonlord of the Wise Dragon faction, drop down from the sky; it felt to Jon like he was watching the most satisfying thing in the world.
No dragon likes to see someone stronger than him exist, and that includes Jon.

The exhaustion and imbalance aside, Jon noticed Thurlotyol about to abandon his post and hurl to Onikkeindrog, that was not a thing he could allow.

”Nefertiti, the golden scroll! ”

He infused [Greed] into [Ahzidal ’s Evil Fists] once again to transform to the gigantic [Ahzidal ’s Titan Hands] and aimed his right hand towards Thurlotyol.
With their additional function, Jon activated the [Flying Grip] towards Thurlotyol and held him from the leg.

”You ain ’t going nowhere! ”

*ROAR*

Of course, there was no way Jon would simply hold down a dragon to the ground even in his best state, let alone the sorry state he is in.
Thurlotyol didn ’t even bother and flew up with the almost weightless Jon hanging to him.

”Hey! You shouldn ’t fly without a license. ” Jon said as he used the other hand ’s [Flying Grip] and held on the ground.

He barely found a holding spot and used all the power he has in his body to hold the dragon down to the ground.

Thurlotyol felt himself being held back and stopped his flight to try to free himself from Jon but the latter was pulling.
It was almost impossible to compete with a Dragon on the physical standards, but when it came to impossibility, Jon simply had the right card to use.

His eyes darkened all black; the mystical tattoos on his arms and head started to come to life with an animated black as well.
For a second there, Thurlotyol felt himself being pulled down.

« Impossible! » The Dragon was completely stupefied.

« Never say never, darling.
» Jon laughed with a twisted look on his face as all those evil dark tattoos started to move as if he had a living organism under his skin.

The simple power of defiance he gained from the [Chaos Infiction] was tremendous and completely overpowered Thurlotyol on physical terms.