Except for the missing cockpit rear cover, the Dwemer Centurion still maintains functional integrity. While the masked man and the Majin Lord were fighting fiercely, I sneaked back to the mecha, squeezed back into the asbestos-filled cockpit and started it up again. The dragon's flesh and blood was completely dissolved after my soul was swallowed by me. The harpoon originally inserted into the dragon's body was also retracted into the launcher. Now nothing can stop my progress. I¡¯d never worked out how to use a Dwemer Centurion to fight a humanoid with Cassimer¡¯s team before, but that didn¡¯t mean I was stuck. Well, the next step is to spray the scorching high-temperature airflow in the direction of the enemy without restraint. Compared with the dragon, the size of the Dwemer Centurion is not much advantageous, but to the two tiny humanoid creatures in front of me, the mecha I am driving is an unstoppable behemoth. The two people entangled together turned to look at the Dwemer centurion who broke into the battlefield, and what they responded to was superheated steam that had been prepared for a long time. After adjusting the direction of the exhaust pipe nozzle, I decisively pressed the start button to the end. The air flow was like a typhoon and directly blew the two unprepared people into the air. Then thick fog quickly filled the battlefield and obscured it. every corner. After all the superheated steam was exhausted, I started the fan to blow away the fog on the field. A charred corpse lay lifeless on the ground not far away, and a pair of intact malachite masks lay quietly beside it. The dragon priest wearing the malachite mask has fallen dead. It is unlikely that it will stand up and continue to threaten my life. As for the Demon King, I didn¡¯t originally want to include it in the attack range, but he was too entangled with the masked man, and the attack range of the steam was too large to control, so I had no choice but to lay down my gun. Fortunately, the Demon Lord is not a native of this world. As a Daedra-type life that conflicts with the Nirn plane, he is rejected here. If he wants to exist here, he must use power to maintain it. In other words, before the high-temperature steam steams him, it will first destroy the power used to maintain his existence. Before his body can be destroyed, it has been expelled back to the plane of annihilation by the laws of Nirn. In the future, I can summon him again after charging the staff. I jumped out of the cockpit and walked to the charred corpse, picked up the malachite mask and looked at it carefully. At first, I used Flame Breath Dragon Roar to attack the masked man, but the masked man did not suffer any damage. This scene is a bit weird. The wights themselves are afraid of fire. The iron masked mage I met in the north of Reach last time will perish under the flames of the red eagle. And the flame breathing dragon roar that I just finished is theoretically impossible. It will have no effect unless some foreign object interferes with the process. I guess it¡¯s probably because of the mask. After wearing a malachite mask, the wearer may develop strong resistance to fire magic and even all kinds of destruction magic. However, there seems to be nothing the mask can do about the indirect combustion caused by superheated steam that does not contain magical power. ¡°If it is as I expected, then this mask is quite effective. A malachite mask that can increase resistance to destruction magic, plus a wooden mask left by Uncle Musk that can travel through time and space, so each mask has its own unique function. So what is the role of the iron mask that was seized before? Unfortunately, when Red Eagle was fighting the Iron Masked Mage, the iron mask didn't seem to have any intuitive effect for me to observe. I got three pairs in just one month. It seems that there are many more masks like this. If I collect all these masks, it will definitely be of great help to me. It's a pity that only one mask can be worn at the same time. After all, everyone only has one face. ¡ ¡Kassemer¡¯s team and the mercenaries of the Silver Blood Family arrived belatedly. When they arrived here following the direction where the giant dragon dragged the Dwemer Centurion and disappeared, the battle had long ended. All they could see were a set of charred remains on the ground, a pile of broken keels, and a basic machine. An intact Dwemer centurion. "Why are there only bones left?" I stood in front of him peacefully, so Cassimer did not ask me too much, but directly asked the questions he was concerned about. It's definitely not convenient for me to directly disclose my identity as a Dragonborn to the public. It would be best to find a suitable reason to do so. Then just blame everything on the masked man on the ground. Anyway, there is no evidence to prove it. "This guy may be a believer of a certain Daedra king, um It should be Namira. I remember that Namira has the power to make all living creatures decay. It ran out of the tomb and towards the dragon Some things that looked like mushrooms were thrown on the corpse, and soon there was only a pile of bones left in the dragon's corpse.This method was used on me, but you have also seen the result" Seeing Kasaimo looking at the dragon's skeleton and falling into thought, I continued to ask him, "Should we enter this ancient city? Want to explore the interior of Nord's underground city? " "What's so interesting about the Nord barbarians? Drive the Dwemer Centurion back and call it a day. 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