The Collection of The End

My name is Akatosh,

Zakhta is restless...

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Creak - Arthur turned over, and there was a slightly sharp rubbing sound from the armor.

He felt that those dwarves who disappeared must have a body like an iron wall.

This cold "stone bed" was actually made with pits, hollows and corners, which made him feel very uncomfortable even through the armor.

No, wait, with that in mind, he might have fallen off? And who sleeps in armor?

Arthur sat up abruptly, and before he could question his aches and pains, he was attracted by his surroundings.

The dark sky was covered with dark clouds, and occasionally blood-red or ice-blue lightning flashed across the sky. There were no plants on the bare ground, and large and small gravels were scattered everywhere. The blue-purple fog filled the surroundings, and the visibility was only a few meters. If you look farther away, you can still vaguely see many tall buildings hidden in the depths of the dense fog.

"Well... I remember..." Arthur tried hard to recall the last memory. It's okay to be blinded by the ancient scroll, but it would be too ridiculous to be flashed to death.

After unrolling the scroll, he seemed to see a young girl taking a nap in the garden, but now he couldn't remember her appearance anyway, only the inexplicable familiarity and intimacy remained.

Speaking of which, the last three times I fell into a coma, once I met a gray beard, and once I met a girl who was suspected of being an imperial princess. Mariel Continent.

Tsk——A man with a confused expression appeared in front of Arthur with a strange sound like leaking air. His blue transparent body showed his identity as the soul of the dead, and the style of the leather armor proved that he was a Stormcloak scout.

"Uh, hello?" Arthur tentatively greeted.

"Enemy attack!" The soul yelled loudly, and after a pause, it yelled again: "It's the Imperial Legion—oh!"

His body froze, and then he returned to a confused look, then swayed his body and walked towards the mist: "We must...warn...the imperial army is approaching Xueman..."

After the soul left, an egg roll-like "white flower" grew and bloomed where he had just appeared.

"This is..." Arthur tried to touch the flower.

Although the reason is unknown, it seems that this flower is very useful to him.

"[Roar——!]" Before Arthur touched the white flower, a huge dragon's roar sounded above his head, and the hurricane that blew at the same time made him unable to stand still and backed up again and again.

"【Yo, Duwakin~】" A rather familiar voice sounded, Arthur looked up, and saw a giant dragon standing on a nearby hollow boulder and staring at him condescendingly, with tattered wings , a body with internal bones, and eyes that exude ice blue light, who else could it be if it wasn't the ghost dragon Duneville who was beaten away by him twice?

"[In the 'Soul Stone Tomb', the power I have is not comparable to the 'summoned' state,]" Ghost Dragon said viciously: "[How dare you come to my territory, you are self-seeking, dead ,road!】"

Soul Ishizuka? It sounds familiar, but now is not the time to think.

"Really?" Arthur raised his head and responded, "So, as long as you are killed here, you will die completely, and you will not be able to be summoned again?"

"[You can try it!]" Duneville roared, and swooped down with a black breath.

"Shh - don't struggle -" When Arthur was about to fight the transforming dragon, his waist suddenly tightened, and then a woman's voice whispered in his ear.

After a little hesitation, Arthur gave up fighting against the force around his waist. In the next moment, when Duneville pounced,

He was directly taken out by that force for hundreds of meters, and disappeared in the sight of the ghost dragon.

"[Roar——!]" Duneville slapped the ground angrily, summoning a large number of shadow skeletons to chase in that direction.

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"Can you let me go, this...girl?" After Arthur finally got used to being pulled by a rope and had to speed up his pace to follow, he realized that it was A smartly dressed young woman.

Seen from the back, this woman is wearing a classic aristocratic dark red high-fork long skirt, smooth black leather pants and leather boots, a black corset leather armor with exquisite patterns, and a short black cape that just hangs down to her waist behind her.

"Not out of danger yet." The woman turned her head and said quickly, her voice was calm and charming.

Now Arthur saw her appearance clearly, with black hair shawl, the hair on the forehead was braided into four braids behind the head, a slightly pointed oval face, slender eyebrows, straight nose bridge, bright red lips , a pair of phoenix eyes emitting a faint yellow light... wait, yellow light?

After fighting vampires on the surface for two months, he was followed by vampires when he came to Heijiang, and now he even had dreams... Arthur wanted to sigh heavily.

As if confirming the woman's words, Duneville flapped his tattered wings and chased after him, surrounded by black skeletons that emerged from the ground to join the chasing and intercepting army.

"【Duwakoin! You are dead!】" The ghost dragon roared meaninglessly and threateningly.

"Wow, I haven't seen it throw such a big temper. You must have taught it a lesson in the main material world." The woman turned her head to look at the furious ghost dragon, and then gradually increased her speed.

"I didn't know earlier, but..." Arthur had to cooperate to keep up with her: "I have encountered it twice this month."

"Then you are very powerful." The woman suddenly circled around, plucked a "white flower" from the ground and bit it: "But it will be greatly strengthened when it is in the 'Soul Stone Tomb', And it keeps respawning, so we generally don't go head-to-head with it."

"By the way... what are you eating?" Arthur looked at the ghost dragon who was being thrown further and further away: "Also, when you said 'we', who were you referring to?"

"That thing is called the 'soul shell'. When the soul appears here, it needs to pass through a channel. The breath of life that escapes from the channel is the nutrient for their growth, and any undead need it to appear in the material world. According to the specific strength, The required amount is also not equal, and it is roughly the same as the gold coins in the world of the living—but it is delicious."

While speaking, a huge black castle appeared in sight, and the vampire woman dragged Arthur straight to the main entrance of the castle.

"And 'we' of course refers to souls that retain their own self like you~" There was a water-like barrier outside the gate of the castle. The skeleton blocked the outside, and Duneville knew it would turn around and leave.

"Welcome to [Waukihar Castle]~" she said cheerfully.

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"You stupid girl, Mr. Arthur is alive!"

In the castle reception room, a middle-aged woman whose clothes and appearance were very similar to Serana was beating her on the head.

On this... Arthur agreed. She didn't realize that they didn't share names until she brought her to meet the owner of the castle, her mother, Berelica. Instead, they exchanged a lot about the taste of "soul shell".

Although those "self-aware souls" in the castle can communicate normally, they always feel a little stupid. It seems that something must have been lost between life and death, but I'm afraid it is precisely because of this that this vampire lady is quite fond of herself. For curiosity and attention.

"That... Excuse me..." Arthur took advantage of the end of his mother's lesson to his daughter, and was about to ask about the soul stone tomb and the summoner of the ghost dragon, but was snatched away by Berelica.

"Mr. Arthur, which goddess are you disrespecting? Meridia? Azura? Or Namira or Mephala?" She looked Arthur up and down: "The soul was ejected directly, but But she didn’t die, so it shouldn’t be Namira or Mephala who have a bad temper.”

"Uh..." Arthur's thought of recalling who the girl was was interrupted by the lady's indifferent call of God's name.

"Hey, don't worry, although this is Annihilation, it is a land of no man. Not to mention demon gods, even the Holy Spirit can't perceive this place..." Berelli paused: "Speaking of which, what you provoked shouldn't be Is it the Holy Spirit? This behavior of making oneself invisible is quite similar to Gina Les and Dibella."

I still want to know!

"Excuse me, how do I go back?" Arthur decided not to continue chatting with the offline mother and daughter, and asked decisively.

"Well, one way is to wait for the person who kicked you out to calm down, and the other way is to put your body in danger, but we usually use the third way," Berelica got up and fetched from the next room. Come over a large bowl of "soul shell": "Eat!"

I will definitely bring Sophie next time! Arthur thought as he gnawed on this egg roll-shaped thing.

"If you meet my husband Hakon, please help beat him back." When Arthur felt that he was about to "wake up", Berelica said so.

-- 4E, 201, Hearthfire, 23rd, 19:42 --

Black drop, Zacka Tower.

Outside Arthur's ward, Babas was being chased by Mercerfrey, who was carrying an ordinary dagger.

"Woof! Woah! That's what Will did! It's none of my business!" it argued as it ran.

"Your suggestion played a decisive role!" The result of calculating the demon god but being unharmed seems to make Mercerfrey a little inflated. After he failed in his attempt to assassinate Babas, he blatantly appeared and started chasing him.

Even if the Dragonborn Baron is a bit powerful, there is only one girl and a talking dog here.

"It's terrible." Sophie sat beside Arthur's bed, holding a glass of grape juice and watching the weird battle over there. She didn't know if what she said meant that the pet dared to throw the pot to the owner or that it was a servant of the demon god. But being chased and killed by ordinary humans.

Swish Swish Ding! Moser threw three daggers, two of which were dodged by Babas, and the last one hit the pipe on the wall, turned around and flew towards Sophie - Arthur who was beside him.

"Ah..." Sophie opened her mouth slightly, but before she could take any remedial measures, a hand stuck out from behind the girl and firmly caught the "throwing knife".