Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 568: DLXVIII. The Final Boss

"All these years, Dag was just a guinea pig, a container. They kept him under control the whole time and, to do so, they needed someone who was physically present on this planet. It's the cruelest thing I've ever witnessed, I don't understand how Dag can still keep his nerves in this situation" the Shieldmaiden answered, whose gaze expressed all the concern she was feeling for her man, believing that this would really be his last battle.

Kron and Atran, not knowing all those dynamics that belonged to the past, respected a religious silence, with their weapons still in their hands, ready to intervene despite Dag ordering them not to do so for any reason in the world.

...

Dag exhaled in a deep breath, trying to calm down and think lucidly, knowing that that moment would be crucial, and marveling that Hakon wanted to talk and not immediately go on the attack.

"You are not the first person I meet who wants to seize my powers. If you really spied on me at all times, you should know. You all keep saying that they're too big for a miserable kid like me, but every time you try to steal dark matter from me, it defends me and makes me capable of things I would otherwise never have been able to do. I never expected the man who killed Brann who caused my father Stein's death to be also the man who spied on me all these years. At this point, I agree with you on one thing: it is obvious that one of us must die and that the other must continue to live with the dark powers, the same powers that even the Xis fear, failing to foresee them" the young Master stated, showing a certain maturity in his reasoning.

"Excellent, I see you came to the conclusions yourself..." 

"However... you too are no different from the others, you too ignore the real reason that still drives me to fight. I was looking for you to avenge my father's name and my sister Gridd's father's name, but my main focus is not you, Hakon, it has never been you" Dag continued.

"Uh?" 

The enemy's eyes ajar and he tried to understand the meaning behind that statement.

"You are nothing but one of the many pawns maneuvered by them, by our true enemies, those who have forced the entire human race to get down on their knees, to live according to their rules, and to die indiscriminately, as if our lives had no value! My job is to restore what was originally there, to bring my planet back to life, eliminating that alien scum forever! I am not afraid of you and if you believe more in the false promises of someone who belongs to a race other than yours, rather than the words of a human being, then your life has lost its meaning and I will put an end to it!"

At the exact moment, Dag uttered those words, his purple eye began to shine powerfully and two huge arms made of dark matter took shape from behind his back, rising on him and pointing their sharp ends in Hakon's direction, who despite being struck by his interlocutor's determination, could not help but be ecstatic by that vision.

"Well... let's begin..." the leader of Lies Of Loki whispered, moving his neck to one side and the other and creaking his joints, warming his body and preparing for the impending fight.

While waiting for his enemy to make the first move, not being sure he expected it, Dag attracted Niva, his Clan's ability to recognize the power of opposing warriors.

The aura around Hakon was black and stretched in height for several meters: his physical strength and power, combined together, were shocking, worthy of the second strongest warrior of the world.

"Know that I have no intention of holding back my strength, little boy. I'm going to destroy you in a few seconds and take my reward. Ah, speaking of your father... Alf decided of his own free will to kill him, my only order was to steal the Red Executioner, but... I'm glad he's dead. Look at you, look what you've become!" Hakon said, who at the same time, as he was speaking, loaded his first attack.

As Dag growled with rage, aware that he absolutely should not fall into the enemy's provocations, Hakon disappeared into a cloud of thick smoke that dispersed immediately.

Freydis, Reidar, and the others stood looking with their hearts down their throats, knowing that Dag's life was hanging by a thread and the end of that war could turn into a catastrophic moment.

After less than a second, Hakon reappeared a few feet ahead, running.

Soon after, he disappeared again and reappeared later, but this time, he was no longer alone: along with his original body, two copies were following the same trajectory, crossing their run and trying to disorient Dag, who tried to use his enhanced eye to locate the real target.

As he had already unwittingly done against Hjalmar, the King Of Bones, spotting him in the midst of the horde of undead he had created, Dag's purple eye painted a red aura around the real Hakon, distinguishing him from his copies.

"I can pinpoint his position, but I'm sure his clones can attack me too... without my weapons I'm incredibly disadvantaged!" Dag thought, trying to come up with a solution quickly.

The next moment, two more copies appeared behind him, and, seeing himself surrounded, he quickly rotated his body, moving his dark arms along with it.

Two copies of Hakon disappeared into nowhere after being violently shot and the same happened to the other two behind him, after a single blow.

Just when the young Master was sure that the last target still running towards him was the real Hakon, he increased the speed of rotation of his body, channeling his physical power into a single blow through the two arms that joined in a large dark, sharp beam.

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