Novel & Cerita Behelit Berserk

Wait, why does he look like a real berserker? Jeje flies through the sky by boosted by the fire igniting on his back like a real Gundam. He flies tearing the wing with his piercing hand and flies back tearing it again. He keeps doing that that Ahol wings are full of holes. Buriko beats the Tasmanian Devil with his ax in rampaging mode. Why does he really resemble Heracles?!

“Here’s the thing. We are not enemies; we are priests of the seminary. However, we are not friends. The bishop asked that the savage be taken to the battlefront in one piece, and the savage will get there in one piece. As for you, the only reason I make no objections to having you ride under my command is because I hear you are best solution to seminary’s berserker problems on the front lines. Now if you cannot calm the priest down and get him to follow orders then I have no use for you. And if I have no use for you then the seminary has no use for the berserker. I will put him down without batting an eye.” Sethlzaar met his glare. “Have you met the berserker?” Everyone always thought they c

What he saw then had left him speechless. Pavan had partially awakened a dormant physique—something incredibly rare. The Berserker Physique. A brutal, chaotic body-type known for unmatched strength, terrifying stamina… and mindless destruction. According to Danial’s inheritance scrolls, the Berserker Physique was almost mythical. Usually only seen in monstrous warriors or heavily muscled body refiners. Pavan was… well, Pavan. Smart-mouthed, lean, and occasionally lazy. How he had that physique was a mystery.

Aegeus's eyes flashed with inspiration. His mind was a mess and his reasoning was clouded, yet he could feel the spirit of war bubbling within him. His power as a Berserker filled his bones with strength and made them tougher than the most precious of stones. His muscles were akin to the thick hide of an Ascension Beast - a beast of divinity - and the blood that run through his veins were as precious as gold. The rubies lodged within his eye sockets gleamed as a great thirst for battle filled his bones. His arms ached, but he was a Body Wielder! Pain, persistence and endurance were his bread and butter! Unless his bones were crushed to dust and his muscles torn to bits, he would still fight!

Its fur was streaked with gold and jet black, its eyes glowing with a fury that could scorch gods. “You are weak,” the creature snarled. “She tames you. She binds you.” Steve stood his ground. “She grounds me. She saves me from becoming what you are.” “I am what you are,” the Berserker growled, taking a step closer. “You think you’ve tamed me. But I am only sleeping.” “Then sleep harder,” Steve said through gritted teeth. The Berserker’s jaw twitched. “You cannot protect her forever. The more you use me, the more I consume you. Every time you call on my strength… you bring me closer.”

I vow my head a little and count my words. I can’t forget how he nearly killed me today but thanks to the help of Warlock, I’m alive now. “Something must be done. I’m sure there is a way we can get this berserker for sure. There is just a way.” He bawls and blinks his eyes spontaneously.

Phoenix paused for a fraction of a second. His gaze shifted toward them. Not surprised. Not confused. Just aware. Then he moved again, like it hadn’t mattered. “…did you just heal him?” Hayes asked. “Seemed like the right call,” Hayley replied. Riley didn’t comment. Because something else had stepped forward. The berserker. He didn’t rush. He didn’t hesitate. He simply advanced, heavier than the others, his presence forcing space around him as if the fight itself adjusted to accommodate it.

I'm already bleeding and losing blood, I've a few broken bones, I doubt I even have ribs that are still whole, but there's no pain anymore. That's the thing about going Berserker, most senses become dull or numb, focusing on only killing the opponent. The senses in use, become sharper, like the fact that I can hear the slice of his claws through the air as he comes at me, using my front paw to pin his arm down.

I didn't even blame you for stealing my husband away, and now, you're accusing me of cursing you instead, when I had been nothing but sincere to you? "I only asked the master for these earrings as a token of appreciation to you for your help in saving my husband's business. That master is a very well-known priest in the Arz Mountains, and Eric witnessed it with his own eyes! How could he even be practicing black magic?" Eric was enraged. "How dare you still try to implicate Ayna even now! She didn't hesitate to donate millions of dollars and even offered a decade of her own life, just to have the master perform the blessing ritual for you! And yet, you're repaying her kindness with slander?"

He'd done this. The urge to turn demonic seized him. Gritting his teeth he fought down the instinct, his body shaking with the effort. His muscles bulged and his fangs elongated, aching to tear and bite through his enemy. He slammed his fist into a pillar, the stone crumbling under the force. He could not afford to turn demonic now. Even if doing so would increase his strength, it would also seal his fate. Berserkers were the strongest among the demon clans, known for their brutality and aggression. When fully demonic their strength increased tenfold, their demonic form perfectly evolved to strike fear. He despised it, a growling and vicious monster.