Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 54: LIV. The Boost

The shaman looked up at him.

His eyes were of a deep purple.

Dag began to tremble with fear.

"But how... how is that possible?!" he said aloud.

Dag tried to figure out what was happening: the Xis must have resurrected Myr and amplified his powers! He had managed to create two golems without even moving.

Dag looked at him intently, using his Niva skill on him.

His aura was now bright orange, almost red.

He had become stronger, but he was still less powerful than King Hjalmar.

"My... Masters.....Ican see.......them"

The shaman began to speak in an inhuman voice as if inside him were speaking more voices at the same time, some more acute, some deeper.

Then he opened his hands, down.

Dag was paralyzed and began to feel cold. The temperature of the room had dropped considerably.

Behind him, the two golems were motionless.

Myr lifted his head, looking up and covered himself with a purple aura.

Dag wanted to try to say something, but he couldn't.

The shaman began to levitate: maintaining the same position, his feet detached from the ground and began to rise in mid-air, still surrounded by the same aura.

Dag looked down. On the ground, just below Myr's feet was still the tomahawk.

It would have been unthinkable to face three enemies with a meager short sword, he needed two weapons.

Dag dashed forward and without much difficulty managed to grab the tomahawk, keeping a good distance from his enemies.

"Your time... has come...........boy".

Myr, in the same inhuman voice, looked down at Dag and pointed his hand in that direction.

After the gesture, the two tree golems began to move: they looked like statues coming to life.

They were both more than 2 1/2 meters tall, one of them, slightly larger than the other.

As had happened in the case of wild boars, perhaps the size of the transformation depended on the physical strength of the host body: evidently, one of the two guards was slightly healthier and stronger than the other.

Dag watched the two monsters walking towards him, without making any sound. He only heard the sound of their heavy footsteps on the floor and the long, mighty arms crawling over it.

He had to concentrate, this time his life was really in danger.

The strength level of the two golems was once again the same as Myr's, but this time the shaman was boosted.

Suddenly, one of them accelerated the pace, loading Dag.

Dag concentrated, using the "Perforate" technique on both of his weapons, that otherwise, would not even scratch the wooden armor of the two monsters.

He also began to run towards the first golem and when he was close enough, the beast tried to hit him with a slap.

Being the shot very slow, Dag dodged it and managed to slide below the legs of the golem, cutting one of them with his sword.

The legs of both monsters remained human, unlike the rest of the body.

The golem fell to the ground, with a heavy thud, smashing the tiles of the floor under his weight.

Dag jumped towards it, trying to hit it with the tomahawk, but while he was in mid-air, the golem hit him violently with one arm, projecting him toward the wall.

Dag crashed into the wall. Fragments of crumbling rock fell from the ceiling after impact.

As the golem tried to get up without a leg, the other came close to Dag and tried to punch him.

Dag lowered himself and rolled off the wall, dodging the punch that hit the wall and shattered it.

The huge hand of the second golem was stuck in the wall.

As the monster tried to remove it by pulling it hard, Dag shoved it with his sword behind its back.

He then tapped his sword and managed to climb onto the shoulders of the golem, who pulled its hand off the wall and began to spin on itself, attempting to grab Dag.

Dag dodged the tree golem's hands, clinging to the roots of his musculature. He pointed the sword vertically toward the spot where his head was.

With a well-placed blow, he sank his sword into the crack between the golem's shoulders, who suddenly began to slow down its movements.

Dag drew the sword, to repeat the lunge, which succeeded for the second time, piercing the monster to the same spot.

The golem knelt.

Dag left the sword lodged in the cavity of his skull and grabbed the tomahawk with two hands.

He jumped off his shoulders and charged the blow: the small axe hit the arm of the golem, but despite the powerful blow he could not cut it sharply.

Then Dag detached it from his opponent's wooden arm and repeatedly began to hit it as if he were cutting a tree trunk one shot at a time.

After about ten strokes, golem's arm finally broke away and the monster fell to the ground.

This time he didn't turn into a human. The transformation that that guard underwent was permanent. The shaman's level of magic was much higher.

In the meanwhile, the other golem managed to get up, stretching an arm to the ground, replacing the support of the missing leg.

"Having to use one arm to move, it only has one to attack me," thought Dag, who tried not to lose his lucidity, despite the unusual fight.

The golem stood still.

Dag looked at Myr: he was still floating in the air, a few feet high, his gaze lost in the void as if he was possessed.

How did he get those new powers? Where did they come from? Myr's eyes were still purple, like those of the undead in the cave, those of the undead crows and those of the animals that the Xis used to keep an eye on him.

What the Renegades were saying was true? Could they for real get in touch with the Xis and benefit from them?