The Ebony Warrior swung his sword from afar towards Simon, and a platinum crescent-shaped energy wave flew out, spinning and transforming into a disc with misty fringes like teeth.
Simon frowned greatly at the sight; this fellow's power was unprecedented!
That saw-like sword energy flew like the wind, crossing two hundred feet in less than a blink of an eye to reach Simon. He raised his longsword, which resembled a door panel, and magical light instantly illuminated the patterns on the iron sword. Fiery lightning surged out, colliding with the sword energy. The surging impact force was channeled into the ground through Simon's stance, leaving two deep footprints.
The lightning-fast exchange allowed Simon to roughly analyze the principle behind the opponent's strike.
It was certain that the Ebony Warrior also possessed powerful mental strength. That sword energy was a magical impact, comparable to a Dragon Shout, similarly using will to move the world. However, the use of a Shout required the power of a word of power, and the Ebony Warrior's sword energy surely needed some medium. Directly using mental strength was too extravagant and unsustainable.
This mysterious system was very enticing to Simon, as it could further refine his mental strength martial arts, saving him from becoming powerless after every powerful move, like unleashing a big ultimate.
Simon approached the Ebony Warrior, jogging in small steps, and asked loudly, "If I win, will you tell me your origin?"
"Fight first, then talk!" The Ebony Warrior rapidly swung his sword, and dazzling sword energy converged, forming a golden light wall that reached the sky in front of him. Faintly, undulating sand dunes could be seen on the light curtain, like a beautiful painting filled with malice.
As Simon saw this wall of sword energy, he felt an intense sense of dread. His third eye between his brows opened, and a pale green light spread forward in a fan shape—it was the Aura of Killing Intent. The terrifying illusion shocked even a mental strength wielder with a will like iron and stone such as the Ebony Warrior. His continuous movements faltered, and the sword curtain collapsed with a crash, as if an ice sculpture had shattered, with chaotic light waves scattering and flying out, looking like a blooming firework from afar.
"Divine armor, divine weapon, divine power!"
Simon felt a long-lost surge of excitement. His body swelled into a giant nearly ten feet tall under the powerful Dragon Shout. The door-panel-like greatsword in his hand also became suitable and pleasing to the eye. He mercilessly hacked at the Ebony Warrior, who was three heads shorter than him, unleashing the moves of the Juque Qianjun Sword. Even without the augmentation of internal or mental strength, it still stirred up whirlpool-like currents. The solid soil of the ground scattered like sand in the wind, and hard rocks were cut into fragments by the dissipated energy. Moisture in the air was churned out, forming a hazy mist, and as the greatsword swung, a murky cloud of air also pressed down.
The Ebony Warrior instinctively let out a roar, his voice like a roaring lion or tiger in an empty valley, deep and distant, echoing through the clouds. Dazzling platinum light burst from his black armor. The intertwining of black and white was like a striped frost fruit, distinctly separate yet naturally formed. He stomped his foot, and the earth rumbled. He raised his longsword to meet the powerful enemy, and their clashing created a clear, ringing sound that spread across the land, startling distant travelers, causing widespread suspicion in Whiterun, and making the Greybeards in the monastery gaze westward, lost in thought.
"Good! How exhilarating—!" The Troll roared and leaped, holding the sword hilt with both hands, using it like a hammer. He hacked left and right, his momentum like a startled dragon, the sword light gleaming like a myriad of Waterfalls.
The Ebony Warrior refused to be outdone. If you swung a sword, I would return one. Both of them gave in to their temperaments, and for a time, sand and stones flew. The vast Gloomreach Basin was enveloped by a dark, swirling vortex that formed out of nowhere. Serana stood by the copper umbrella, the sound of bells still clearly audible amidst the continuous clang of colliding blades. The Eleven-Tone Copper Umbrella pushed away the chaotic dust and debris, leaving Serana's immediate surroundings calm and peaceful.
The Volkihar noblewoman clenched her fists, her emerald eyes unblinking. Such a scene could only be found in legends, and she was the sole witness to this battle.
The Troll and the Ebony Warrior's furious hacking continued for a full three minutes, without even a pause or a breath. The ground was gouged into a pit twenty feet deep, and underground springs suddenly burst forth, immediately being blown into mist by the airflow and fierce magical energy. The mist was boiled away by the scorching lightning and fire, leaving no trace. However, the high-temperature steam, like an invisible, deadly specter, roamed around the battlefield. The earth was scorched, and plants slowly shriveled.
Now it was time for a test of endurance!
The geyser was powerful, releasing a massive amount of water. Slowly, the air reached extreme saturation, and the hot airflow transformed into a gray dragon, spiraling upwards. Cold air rushed in from all sides, and a massive tornado connecting to the clouds was slowly forming.
"Slash! Slash! Slash!—" Simon felt his vision darken, his body in excruciating pain. His skin turned golden-red, like glowing hot iron, and his eyes were tightly shut, unable to open. He could only slash forward based on muscle memory and instinct.
"Hoooh ah ah ah ah!!!" The Ebony Warrior had been suppressed all the way, half of his body already sinking into the mud. His beautiful Ebony armor began to show signs of melting. He knew that in such a stalemate, his current body would likely be unable to resist. So, he steeled his heart and decided to use some unconventional tactics.
Originally, the sky was bright, with the morning sun rising above. However, a deep twilight suddenly descended, and the myriad stars reappeared. The stars of the Warrior constellation in the sky were exceptionally bright, and a dreamlike, ethereal clear light shone upon the Ebony Warrior. A golden shockwave erupted around him, knocking Simon flying.
The Troll, looking quite disheveled, propped himself up with his longsword, opening his sore, burning eyes to gaze into the depths of the profound whirlwind.
The water vapor blown into the sky turned into raindrops, falling in droplets. The sound of the wind was like the wailing of a dying giant elephant, filling the universe.
A low voice sounded, "You are strong, worthy of knowing my name..."
Simon gritted his teeth. Just the sound of the voice gave him an irresistible pressure. It could be concluded that this Ebony Warrior was definitely an avatar of a god.
"Remember, I am Reman Ebony Arm!"
The tornado wall was torn apart, and a tall man walked out. He had already removed his helmet, revealing the face of a Redguard, yet his features were like those of a pure Nord.
Simon narrowed his eyes, "It's you..."
Reman Cyrodiil, also known as Reman Ciro. His name "Reman" means "Light of Man," and "Ciro" is derived from the ancient Ayleids' name for the Cyrodiil region.
He is the heroic deity of the Second Empire's culture, the founder of the Reman Dynasty, a Dragonborn, wielder of the Amulet of Kings, and the greatest hero of the Akaviri Trouble in 1E2703. The surviving Akaviri Dragonguard pledged allegiance to him, forming the renowned Blades.
A legendary emperor, a legendary god of war, he was already revered as divine during his lifetime. When his story spread to High Rock and Hammerfell, mixed with elements of the local Redguard Yokudan mythology, a new god was born in the fusion of beliefs—the Ninth Divine, the God of War, Reman Ebony Arm, whose worship lasted far longer than Reman Cyrodiil's own lifespan.
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