Novel & Cerita Apostles Berserk

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv

Selina asked Abe after he was done briefing them to confirm her understanding of their opponents. “Yes. The lanky one is a Body Wielder, and may be a Berserker. So Aegeus and Selina, you will take the lanky one. I will take the smallish one.” Abe’s orders were based on the strengths of the team. Since he was a Scholar, it was for the best that he took on the assassin. As for Selina and Aegeus, they were both Berserkers. The angrier they got, the stronger they became. Using them against the lanky Berserker seemed the right thing to do. For Berserkers were often thwarted by other Berserkers. But there was one more important thing that had to be settled. “Is it ready?” Abe transmitted his voice

I say, still watching Seraphina until my dad pulls me roughly to my feet. "You heard him, Abaddon fought off six adult rogues, single handed to protect the pack." He raises my hand, ignorant of the pain in my shoulder and smiling proudly at the rest of the pack members in the clearing. "He will make a fine Alpha when the time comes. This calls for a celebration." "Alpha, with your permission, I'd like to take Seraphina home." Sera’s father asks.

However the opposite might lead to a catastrophic domino effect. The actual problem here was numbers of beasts pitted against a limited stamina of the party members, and yet their numbers kept increasing. Although the fact that Berserk skills increase a user's strength by 2.5 times is indeed alluring, they also send users into a weakened state. Nevertheless, even if they all decided to turn berserk, the simple math would tell them that it was still far from enough. Their rate of killing was lower than the rate of new beasts appearing out of the shadows.

it's a disaster “I know you are not my son, but I will punish you .” Madly out of his anger, he said to attack Mars, who quickly passed him screaming "Thank God, I am not the son of someone like you. My name is the Alpha Gods of War, so you know that I am ready to wage a war that I will lead against you." Arrogant and arrogant, he said, and when he wanted to punch Darkel again, he crossed him to break his foot from the bottom violently and quickly.

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

"The Patriarch of the Five-Colored Sparrow Race swears on the essences of Providence..." "I, the chief of the Vajra Berserk Ape, swear on the essences of the Providence..." ......

Meph brushed the topic off, “And it better come out legendary, okay? I don’t want any more surprises.” “At your service, my lord,” The snake bows in a funny way, and the Soul Seal broke with its color changing from white, green, blue, purple, all the way to black. “Why is it black?” Meph frowned. “Black is the color of the top quality, legendary,” The snake said with absolute certainty, “It’s the same color as me. Isn’t it beautiful?” That’s because you were also devilish. “I don’t mind the color,” Meph waved a hand indifferently, “What does it do?”

I couldn't help but find all of this absurd—like one long nightmare. Nyla seemed to want to rush over and say something, but Uncle Eric barked sharply at her and stopped her. Before I slipped into the darkness, the last thing I heard was his especially resolute voice. "Don't be scared, Bryce. I'm here. This time, I'll make sure they pay the price!" … The hospital room smelled of antiseptic as the blood from the transfusion bag slowly flowed into my veins. I looked out at the gray, overcast sky outside the window, my heart feeling even colder than my body.

Rowan's territory was indeed remote and desolate, but it was nothing like I'd imagined. Word had spread that Rowan and I were coming, because many beastmen crowded the roadside holding gifts they wanted to present to us. They all looked well-fed and healthy, their eyes bright. Even the little ones and elderly were plump and rosy-cheeked. Since the apocalypse began, all the clans had struggled to survive. Food was barely enough to get by, and many older beastmen had starved to death. Those who survived were skin and bones. However, everything was completely different here.