LX. The Arm

Immediately, two warriors grabbed him from behind, locking him by the arms.

He tried to break free, hitting one of them with an elbow in the stomach. The undead remained impassive, as if he did not feel pain.

Dag continued to fidget, managing to free himself from his arm.

With his hand bloodied, he touched his lips, when two other undead arrived and grabbed him, blocking him completely.

The magenta blood immediately took effect, despite the moderate amount.

Dag felt his power increase.

He moved his arms, regardless of the fact that 3 undead were holding him still and knocked them to the ground.

He turned to them, who immediately rose from the ground.

One by one they tried to hit him.

Their blows were predictable and Dag dodged them all, counterattacking.

He killed the first undead by striking him with a powerful direct punch, which blew his face.

The second, with his sword and shield, tried to hit him repeatedly.

Dag dodged his attacks and took the sword out of his hands, cut off his neck and threw the weapon toward the third undead, crossing his forehead.

Behind them, dozens of undead fast advanced towards him.

He turned to Magni, who kept exterminating enemies, dozens at a time.

Crossing his arms, he used Earth Stomp toward the enemies that ran towards him.

The floor in front of him split in half, opening under dozen of them.

The power of his skill had increased proportionally to his level of strength.

He picked up from the ground the shield he had taken from the undead, dead just before.

He threw it violently in front of him, causing it to spin in the air so fast, that despite being made of wood, it became as sharp as a blade.

He hit 4 undead in front of him, beheading them one by one.

"They charge without thinking. Their physical strength has increased, but they don't have a sense of tactics" Dag thought, reflecting on the fighting style of his enemies.

He looked at Hjalmar.

He was still there, still enjoying the show.

He ran towards him, grabbing Myr's severed arm from the ground, from which blood was pouring.

Others tried to stop him, but Dag deftly dodged them and continued his charge.

After having moved for about ten meters, he noticed that a much larger undead than the others was approaching his Master, trying to attack him from behind.

"Magni! Behind you!" shouted Dag, continuing to run towards Hjalmar.

Magni turned: behind him, a giant undead tried to hit him with a huge spiked mace.

Magni pared the blow, raising the hammer towards the bat, but the power of the impact was so strong that it fell to the ground.

Dag continued to run in the same direction.

He was close to Hjalmar, he couldn't deviate from his trajectory. Magni would have done it alone.

The giant undead tried to hit him again with his mace, but Magni rolled to one side, dodging the shot, which cracked the floor.

Hjalmar finally noticed Dag, who was charging towards him.

An undead brought him his hammer-axe.

The King Of Bones pointed at Dag.

"Let me see....what are you capable of....kid!" yelled Hjalmar at Dag.

Suddenly, all the undead in the room stopped fighting Magni and headed for Dag, running madly.

Dag approached the bloody part of Myr's arm to his mouth.

He sucked up all the magenta blood he was able to swallow.

...

Around him, he began to see the undead trying to attack him in slow motion.

Everything he looked at, was illuminated by a purple light.

His muscles as hard as steel and his steps light like those of a feline.

Around Hjalmar, a red aura began to appear, but different from Niva's: it was as if Dag was visualizing his objective, his target.

Dag began to hit the undead, making his way into the crowd that separated him from Hjalmar, who was watching him.

In Dag's mind, he was running normally, but in reality, the speed of his dash was superhuman.

As he fought, Magni looked at him out of the corner of his eye: it was the first time he saw Dag unleash such power.

Dag continued to advance undaunted: he felt great anger towards Hjalmar. His only wish was to kill him.

After he killed another undead, Dag jumped towards the King Of Bones.

Rising several feet high from the ground, he began to load a fist, as the crowd below slowly raised their heads towards him.

The closer he got to Hjalmar, the faster the time flowed.

The slow-motion effect was about to expire.

Dag screamed, loading the blow: his fist began to be surrounded by a dark purple aura.

During that short period of time, he felt his body cooperate perfectly with his mind: it was as if the wounds and tiredness of the fighting he had faced just before had vanished into thin air.

Each fiber of his muscles was strengthened and much more resistant. His breathing was precise and constant, as so was his heartbeat.

In his mind, Dag felt the muscular commitment of those remarkable athletic gestures, but in his body, he didn't. It was as if there was no direct correspondence.

Dag's fist struck Hjalmar, who tried to parry him with the head of his axe.

The blow was so strong that the King couldn't hold his weapon, whose rod slammed on his own chest, causing him to roll to the ground for a long distance until he hit the wall.

Time was back to normal for Dag.

"Dag?!"

Magni called him across the room.

Dag turned to him, without answering.

"What happened to you? Why did one of your eyes change color?" said Magni.

Dag remained silent again.

As Hjalmar tried to recover from the blow, a large group of undead surrounded Dag.

More than 15 enemies attacked him simultaneously.

Dag opened his arms, at 180 degrees with his palms facing outwards.