135 CXXXV. The Fury

The bandit before him looked at him with a questioning air.

Karl sighed with relief, believing that after drinking blood, Dag would kill all their enemies with ease.

Dag took the cap off the bottle and drank its content all in one breath.

After just a second, he lowered his head down and began to breathe deeply.

When he looked up at his enemies, his right eye had turned purple: the power of magenta blood was once again circling his veins.

The bandit took his axe again, trying to hit Dag by surprise, but Reidar foresaw his move and anticipated it, hitting him with an arrow on the shoulder.

The enemy dropped the axe to the ground, sore.

Dag, with the hammer in his hand, began to walk towards the men.

He looked at them intently, one at a time, activating Niva.

They were nine warriors, lined up next to each other, and their auras ranged from blue to light-blue.

A mocking smile appeared on Dag's face, whose arms began to be wrapped in black liquid.