Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 569: DLXIX. The Greenish Poison

Hakon, however, continued his run, stunning Dag, who was sure his opponent would try to dodge.

"He didn't dodge the blow!" 

*baaam*

As Dag realized Hakon's offensive maneuver, both warriors stopped and everyone watching them could not hold back a fright.

"Wh... what?!" Dag gasped, noting that out of fear he had closed his eyes and that, despite his strike hitting the target, Hakon's feet were still stuck on the ground.

Slowly and with a deep fear that made his chest vibrate, Dag looked at the enemy and his mouth began to tremble, unable to believe what his eyes saw.

Two large blades had popped out a mechanism on Hakon's wrists and he, with his arms high above his head, had crossed them and parried the blow.

The huge dark arm kept pushing between the two blades as if trying unsuccessfully to break the enemy's arms, which trembled slightly for the effort, but didn't give up the parry position, helping him to hold his balance.

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"I can't believe it! Hakon blocked master Dag's power! No one has ever succeeded!" Kron exclaimed, filling the moments of silence that had been created between Reidar and Freydis, who were so upset that they even had difficulty breathing.

"Don't... It's not possible... Captain... your power..." whispered Reidar, that until that moment, have never witnessed someone capable to resist in that way to his friend.

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"Grraargh! Oh yes! Hahaha! I've never received such a powerful shot in my whole life! It's great!" Hakon yelled out of enthusiasm, for whom every moment passing to counter the dark arm was pure enjoyment.

A tear of nervousness poured on Dag's face and a feeling of sudden weakness affected his entire body: it was as if the dark matter that lived inside him was telling him that the power of that enemy was stronger than anything ever faced before and was afraid of it.

Realizing that, although he did not have his weapons with him, he had both hands free, Dag tried to hit Hakon with a punch in the stomach, but in a single lateral movement, the enemy warrior dodged the blow without ever leaving his grip on the dark arm, that still pushed against his blades.

Before Dag could make any other movement, having been unbalanced forward by his own fist, Hakon tightened the grip of the two blades coming out of his wrists and began screaming for the effort.

"Aaargh!" 

After that scream, with extraordinary force, Hakon's two blades cut off Dag's dark arm, which fell to the ground.

Suddenly, the still-intact part of dark matter retreated to the body of its creator, while the one that had just been cut, dissolved into the air, becoming gas and slowly joining the other end.

In the process, the kind of tentacle that Dag had managed to summon waved as if it was a snake to which the tail had just been detached and emitted a chilling verse, mixed between that of a bird of prey and a metal screech.

Freydis and Reidar covered their ears to resist that terrifying sound, and when they realized what had just happened, their amazement reached the highest level.

Not only Hakon had parried a blow from Dag's dark arm, which had never been countered, but with a decisive blow, he had managed to cut it in half, proving that his power exceeded all expectations.

"Fuck! My dark arm! He managed to cut it!" Dag thought, who after falling to the ground, made a backward somersault and immediately stood up, knowing that Hakon would not leave him a moment of peace.

"I'm satisfied with your strength, boy... but I'm also quite disappointed. Under these conditions, I'm sure Brann would have defeated you, too. You're still too weak, your power can't express its potential. Get ready, because the next blows will end this battle!" Hakon yelled, who, pumped by what he had just managed to do, couldn't wait to prove his superiority by beating Dag, who had a unique power within himself, which belonged to no one else.

"If he can kill me, he won't be able to get anything in return... my power will die with me, I'm sure, I feel it... but I don't want to convince him. I'm going to kill this piece of shit once and for all, it's the last obstacle that separates me from my only real mission!" Dag thought again, who, after regenerating the dark matter inside his body, summoned it again from behind his back, knowing that this time he would have to change his attack strategy.

Suddenly, from the blades popping up from under Hakon's wrists, it began to pour a greenish fluid, very similar to the poison he had used in the past against Brann.

"Here we go! That's the beginning of the game! But how do I counter an enemy who has been watching me for ten years and knows my every move? I have to do something that he has never seen, otherwise, he will always be able to counterattack and for me, it will be the end! Now or never!" the young Master thought again, finding himself cornered and with little time to think. 

Despite having extensive injuries to his body, resulting from the fight against Bloodfang and the Keeper, his physique was in perfect shape, as if all pain had been interrupted knowing the next opponent, the strongest of all.

Before Dag could respond to the enemy's provocations, Hakon tried to hit him with several slashes, waving his two blades in the air and scattering everywhere the poison they were soaked in.

Dag, predicting those moves, put both of his dark arms on the ground and pushed his body backward, immediately moving away from the reach of the Lies Of Loki leader.

"That's not enough!" Hakon exclaimed, resting his foot on the ground and jumping toward Dag, knowing the maximum distance he could travel.

Another sudden blow departed from the enemy, who moving one of the two blades vertically attempted to hit Dag on one shoulder, but to no avail.

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