Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 55: LV. The Shaman

Dag shook his head, trying to get all these questions out of his mind, which had to stay focused on the fight.

Xis or not, he had to kill Myr at all costs and then run to Claire, hoping that she and the other prisoners would escape from the castle.

Dag turned again to the golem and began to walk quickly towards him, trying to predict his next attack.

The golem waved a punch in the air and struck down, although it was still several yards away from Dag.

When the fist hit the floor, the fingers of the golem's hand began to turn into long roots, which infiltrated the ground and quickly reached Dag, digging into the terrain under the surface.

Not understanding the intentions of the golem's attack, Dag tried to dodge the roots by jumping high, but these popped out of the floor below him and wrapped around his ankles, bringing him back down.

He tried to free himself from the grip of the roots, but he did not succeed. The sturdy wooden roots were fitted with thorns, and every movement of Dag made the situation worse, causing the thorns to penetrate his leg and blocking him even more.

The golem began to advance towards him, slowly.

As he walked, his arm continued to stretch, keeping Dag immobilized in that position.

He hit the roots repeatedly with the tomahawk, being careful not to hit his own leg, which was very close.

He began to scratch them little by little, but before he finished, the golem was right in front of him.

He grabbed Dag by the throat and lifted him off the ground.

The roots rose with him, but they remained twisted at his ankles.

Dag couldn't breathe: the golem's grip was too strong.

The golem continued to pull upwards, keeping Dag's ankles stuck down with his roots.

He wanted to tear him in two like a piece of paper.

As he was suffering, Dag tried to think quickly, to figure out how to get rid of that situation.

He dropped both weapons on the ground and clenched his fists tightly.

The golem kept pulling hard.

"Aaaaaah" Dag yelled in pain.

Immediately, the veins of his neck and arms began to swell and his muscles to grow.

He had just activated Call Of The Berserkr.

Dag grabbed the golem's arm with both hands, impressing all the strength he had in his body.

The golem kept tightening and pulling.

After a few seconds, the sound of shattering wood.

The more strength Dag was impressing, the less strong the monster's grip on his throat became.

With one last effort, shaking hands, he managed to break the huge arm of the tree golem.

Immediately, the roots gave up their grip and crawled back towards the monster, who called them back.

The golem kept looking at his broken arm, without emitting any groans of pain.

Dag picked up both weapons.

He threw his sword at the golem and struck it in the chest.

He did the same thing with the tomahawk: he also stuck into the monster's chest, causing it to back down.

Then he lifted a large wooden fragment of the arm he had just broken from the ground: he pointed it at the golem as if it were a spear and began to charge.

The golem stood still when Dag pierced it with the piece of wood, causing it to fall to the ground, lifeless.

Then he detached the sword and tomahawk from the golem's body and turned to Myr.

"Your... strength... has grown... considerably " said the shaman, who continued to fly, surrounded by a purple aura.

"Now, it's your turn" Dag said, with an angry voice as he began to walk toward Myr.

He had to end the fight before the effect of Call Of The Berserkr faded.

He started running.

The shaman began to lose altitude, lowering almost to the ground.

Dag continued to charge, running quickly towards him.

Myr pointed at Dag with the palm of his hand and fired a shockwave, which advanced, destroying the floor below.

As he ran, Dag heard like a whistle in his ears.

Unintentional, he snapped forward to the shockwave and turned on himself, dodging it, and then resumed running.

His body had just moved out of control as if it had an autonomous awareness.

"What!?" said Myr, astonished.

Dag threw the tomahawk at him and soon after jumped in the same direction.

Myr with a gesture of the other hand deflected the trajectory of the tomahawk without touching it, but in the meantime, Dag was already there, in mid-air ahead of him.

During the jump, he wielded the short sword with two hands, preparing to strike the shaman. As soon as both hands were placed on the hilt of the weapon, the blade of the sword turned red, full of energy.

Dag was hitting Myr with Overpowered Strike.

Shortly before the impact, the shaman managed to move slightly to the side and Dag hit him on the shoulder, completely severing his left arm.

Myr began screaming in pain as his arm fell to the ground, spraying magenta blood.

"How....did you dodged... the shockwave?!" said Myr, as blood continued to pour out of his shoulder.

Dag did not answer.

Grabbing the sword again with two hands, he tried to hit Myr, who was no longer floating in the air.

From the shaman's shoulder, in less than a second, a huge black arm sprang up, grabbing the blade of Dag's short sword, blocking it.

Dag continued to push the blade towards Myr, but his new black hand did not move.

With a quick gesture, the shaman disarmed Dag, throwing away his sword.

"You don't under....stand, kid....these powers....can't hurt me!" Myr yelled, hitting Dag with his huge arm.

Dag parried the hit crossing his arms in front of him, but the shot was so strong that it threw him several meters away.

"What the fuck do you want from me, Xis?!" yelled Dag, rising from the ground.

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