Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 600: DC. Her Last Hope

Freydis, looking at Dag again, immediately recovered from the shock and, realizing that she was still alive and without even a scratch, continued her advance, screaming and trying to give strength to the men running next to her.

Atran, who had surpassed the Shieldmaiden and had become the frontrunner, without thinking twice, jumped towards the Xis again activating the same skill with which he had smashed that huge piece of stone, upgrading his only dagger into a golden aura.

The Xis quickly turned his eyes towards him and within himself, Atran perceived a feeling never felt in his life: a deep frost covered every part of his body as if his muscles, bones, and organs had just been immersed in a freezing lake and sore.

While flying in mid-air, poor Atran was stopped just when he was less than two meters from Dag.

The General's eyes intersected with those of the young Master, who could barely look at him, trying not to lose his senses because of the grip of the dark matter on his body.

Although Atran was the man who knew him less among the soldiers, he was one of the first to follow Freydis' words and run to try to save him, showing everyone the fortitude and honor of a true warrior, who at that time understood that he was fighting for the entire human race.

The blond-haired warrior's pupils turned backward and the dagger he held tight in his hand fell to the ground, disabling its power.

The Xis, after neutralizing an enemy only by looking at him, moved his hand again as if he was hunting a boring insect that buzzed near his face and made him fly away, past Freydis and all the soldiers.

Atran's motionless and unconscious body flew hundreds of meters away and violently impacted the castle walls, piercing and passing through one of them, destroying a large part of the structure, which was now about to collapse on itself.

A cloud of grayish dust leaking from the hole in the wall was all that remained of Atran and the Giants Of Ymir soldiers, who were nearby waiting for Kranus' new orders, rushed to his aid.

The second warrior to arrive in front of the Frostsinner was Freydis, who with the spear wielded backward so as not to hinder her feet during the run, tried to increase the speed of her dash and hit the enemy in the legs, but, like Atran, she did not even have a chance to approach him.

Once again, the Xis, almost bored of having to use his powers to get rid of those who wanted to prevent him from completing his mission, raised a hand and trapped the Shieldmaiden in mid-air.

Unlike Atran's treatment, this time the alien not only used his psychic powers but also added to those his dark matter, which came out of his hand pointed at Freydis and within seconds began to wrap her legs.

As soon as he saw the scene, Dag, who was practically at the end of his life, instantly revived himself, as if someone had shaken him with a defibrillator.

"No! Hey! Let her go! Heey! Let the girl go, she has nothing to do with it!" he yelled, still in demonic form, looking at Freydis and begging the Xis to let her go.

Totally ignoring Dag's words, the enemy continued to wrap the girl's body with the purple dark matter, totally blocking her lower limbs, and stopped to look at her with interest. 

"You... I remember you..." the Frostsinner whispered, turning his head to the left and trying to study Freydis' face, which was partially covered by her red hair.

"Let me go, you piece of shit! Face me like a true warrior!" the Shieldmaiden exclaimed, provoking her opponent, willing to face him on equal terms to prove her superiority as a Viking warrior.

"Leave her, please... I... I... I will give you my dark power! I will give you a small part of it, as per agreement!" Dag gasped in the demonic voice, drawing the gaze of his interlocutor. 

Taking advantage of the moment of the distraction of the enemy, Freydis, who still had her hands free, firmly wiped the spear and moved her arm behind her shoulder.

"If I hit him now, the warriors behind me will assault him and he won't be able to fight them even with his fucking powers! I can't miss the target! C'mon... be focused, Freyis!" she thought, aiming for the enemy's temple, which was perfectly turned towards Dag, while the Xis was not paying attention to her movements.

Dag continued to implore his opponent to let Freydis go and the Xis focused so much on his words, making sure he had both of his prey in his hands, that Freydis took the opportunity knowing it would never happen again and violently threw the spear at him, pointing at his head.

Her spear traveled about a meter cutting through the air and its sharp tip came closer and closer to the temple of the Frostsinner's white forehead, whose body had not moved a millimeter even after wiping out Atran's body as if it was weightless.

In an instant, just as the weapon was about to hit its target and Freydis was already about to cheer, glad to have succeeded in her intent, the Xis' arm moved upward, grabbing the spear in full and clutching it in his hand, blocking the sharp tip less than an inch from his face.

With that move too fast to be associated with a human movement, the alien had managed to glimpse the reflection of the spear that was coming towards him in the eyes of Dag, that were pointed halfway between him and Freydis, and almost simultaneously managed to activate his musculature, which reacted without a moment's delay, raised his arm and caught the object in mid-air.

The Werewolves, who had been breathless during that launch and had slightly slowed down their run, as soon as they noticed that their common enemy had managed to block it so easily, accelerated the charge as if they imagined that now the Xis would be fierce on Freydis, who like Atran had just shown all her courage.

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