Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 630: DCXXX. You're Too Weak!

Dag's blonde hair slowly fell down, attracted by the force of gravity, and two small black horns popped up on his forehead, as during his last transformation on Skjold.

"What the hell is he doing? Maybe that's what worried the Alfather! That dark power is getting out of his control!" Freyr yelled, who began to feel the same fear like everyone else, not knowing how to counter that demon.

"Fight, boy... don't give up... prove me wrong! Don't let the darkness control you, Dag! You have to control the darkness!" Freya shouted aloud, taking a step toward her interlocutor and making sure he could hear her voice, knowing that at that moment, two contrasting forces were fighting inside his body.

"Uaaagh! Aaarrgh!" 

Demonic screams rumbled in the arena, and Dag's dark aura greatly increased its intensity.

His eyes, one purple, and one red were immediately pointed at Freya, who stood still in her position.

"I am the Darkness... I am the Darkness!" the young warrior continued to think, no longer managing to control his body.

The swirling bundle of dark matter that had so far kept his body suspended in the air, threw him forward at great speed.

Dag opened his arms outwards and they grew exponentially, attracting a huge amount of fluid, which took the form of two huge hands with sharp claws.

Continuing to scream like a senseless man, Dag violently waved one of the two hands at Freya, who raised her arms towards him and created a circular magic barrier above her head.

*baaam*creeak*baaam*

One shot after another, Dag's huge black arms continued to hit the Freya barrier, which after a few blows began to shatter under all that dark energy.

"Freyr!" she exclaimed in a worried voice, explicitly asking for her brother's help, knowing that if no one distracted Dag, the two arms would destroy the barrier and she would be in serious danger.

"Freya!" he answered desperately, screaming loudly and fearing that his sister, one of the most powerful Goddesses in the whole Norse Pantheon, would be crushed by that attack of extraordinary power.

"I will destroy everything! I'm not afraid of darkness anymore, that's enough! I'm going to show you what I'm capable of! Uaargh!" Dag continued to scream, who violently raised and lowered his huge dark hands, struck Freya's magic barrier again and again, while the beam of dark liquid summoned shortly before kept him in mid-air, allowing him to move as he pleased.

Not knowing how to save his sister as quickly as possible, Freyr snapped forward and simultaneously drew the power of his flying sword, which suddenly became giant and unleashed a slash towards Dag, ready to strike him.

Almost simultaneously, knowing that his young student possessed by dark power could dodge the blow, Freyr jumped at him to hit him after the dodge. 

Acting against any scheme calculated by Freyr, while attacking the barrier, Dag turned his demonic eyes towards the colossal sword and did not dodge it: one of the two huge dark hands violently struck the blade of the weapon, which deflected its trajectory, emitting sparks by crawling against its sharp claws and continuing to fall down after him, at great speed.

Before Freyr or anyone else could intervene, the men and women who had gathered in the arena stands were forced to evacuate the area immediately.

*boom*

A violent thud broke out in the air along with a shockwave. Simultaneously, the blade of the giant sword destroyed half of the Arena di Asgard, shattering the thousand-year-old rock of which it was formed and crumbling the wooden platforms that separated the bleachers.

"It struck it! Dag didn't dodge my sword, he hit it hard!" Freyr thought, a moment before turning his gaze back towards his target and realizing that that huge dark hand had already reached him.

"Aaargh!" Dag yelled, striking Freyr with the palm of his hand and projecting him to the ground, creating a massive crater beneath his body, which like an asteroid impacted the ground.

Although Freyr's attack was a total failure, he had nevertheless been useful in distracting the young warrior and allowing Freya to catch her breath.

Taking advantage of that unrepeatable occasion, the blonde-haired Goddess made her barrier disappear and jumped forcefully upwards, reaching in less than a second Dag.

As her blow cut through the air as if it was a sharp metal body, a great sword with two blades sprang into her hand, generating itself from a blinding celestial light.

Dag noticed that Freya was about to hit him and for a few moments, as she flew towards him with the two blades pointed at his chest, time seemed to slow down.

"What?! What's going on?! What did I do to Freyr?! But... but that's Freya, and she's... she's trying to kill me with one of her legendary weapons!" Dag thought, whose consciousness came back original only for a couple of seconds.

With one of his hands pointing down after knocking Freyr to the ground and the other heading for the magical barrier protecting Freya, now disintegrated, time suddenly started back flowing naturally, and Dag had no chance to parry or dodge Freya's attack.

Both tips of Goddess's magic sword blades penetrated the young earthling warrior's black chest, but then, just before Freya's eyes, something unprecedented happened.

While Dag's red and purple eyes were pointed at his own chest, fearing that that would be his end, the two blades stopped after penetrating his flesh for a couple of centimetres, as if under that layer of skin, they found a material too solid and durable to be passed.

"What?!" Freya exclaimed, turning her scream of charge into words of astonishment.

In an almost automatic gesture, Dag's dark hand grabbed that weapon and the arm that held it and forcefully moved Freya's body like a puppet in the hands of his puppeteer.

"You... you can't fight the darkness! You're too weak!" Dag shouted, whose conscience was again under the rule of his evil power, clutching the body of his prey with huge claws.

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