Berserk Of Gluttony Light Novels & Stories

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.

At first, he tried to talk to the one inside, but hearing no answer, he opened the door ever so slightly… …and was attacked by a beast. The Berserker, with the brand new claws that he had equipped, dealt the finishing blow on the boss of the Hollow Wilds. After its obligatory death sequence, a large loot box dropped in its place, and its contents were received by the members of the two-member party that had slain the monster, the aforementioned Berserker and a Shadowblade.

Crimson Fangs - Intact! Mystic Howl - Minus Main fighter. Wild Fang - Intact! Volatile Berserks - Minus 4 support, substitute fighter. Cruelcrest - Minus main fighter, 3 supports. Silent Inferno - Intact! Lunar stone- Minus 4 supports. Blazepaw - Minus main fighter, 2 supports, substitute fighter. Moon's Paladin - Intact! Real Fangs- Intact! Erion- Intact!

Weapon Name: Berserker's Fury Warhammer Weapon Level: 20 Weapon Type: Rare Weapon Requirement: Traits(Hammer Mastery/Master-At-Arms), 110 Strength Weapon Attack: 90-110 +85 Attack (This doubles when Berserker is at 30% health or lower) +5% Fury regeneration per 3 seconds (while in combat) +3% Health Recover per second (outside of combat) Weapon Description: A weapon designed by the player . This weapon was designed to take advantage of a Berserker's strengths and give the user a much better chance when in prolonged combat. Because it was made with inferior materials, this was the result.

Well then, let me show you my true power! Suddenly, the spiritual flames around Ketta's body gradually extinguished and were replaced by a golden sheen, making him look incredibly tough! "Berserk, Level Eight—Golden Takeover! I'm going to crush you into dust!" As Ketta's body turned golden, he seemed to weigh millions of pounds, leaving deep footprints with every step he took. Moreover, Wilbur noticed that Ketta, now at the eighth level of Berserk mode, not only experienced a significant increase in strength but also retained his speed, perhaps even improving it slightly.

This guy was just too skinny and light for Kalen to struggle to bring him down. Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! The fall disoriented him, so he couldn’t react as Kalen unleashed a flurry of blows at his face. The Berserker Battle Mode is a very straightforward and easy divine battle art, but don’t dare underestimate its strength. This series of calculations by him was all it took to kill this troublesome fellow. His flurry of blows blew his opponent’s head off, as his brain matters scattered all over the floor. The spectators were slow to react but as soon as they understood, cheers erupted everywhere.

“You messed with the wrong girl, “ a blonde female mercenary was standing before Jason, staring him down. “You just thought you were conversing with the devil,” she drawled, “Better the devil you know, you perverted bastard,” “Madchen, she addressed her,” We will allow you to have one more shot at him if you can stand it, anything you want,” She managed to stand up straight, and take in a deep breath. She was physically spent, but something with a little less effort…

The Mercenaries’ Guild had even compiled a dedicated bestiary, indispensable to adventurers. The Blackarmored Boar was no easy opponent. Thick-skinned and heavily built, it could achieve terrifying speed in a full charge. Though it possessed no spell-like abilities, its lethality was not to be underestimated. “Smear this across your chest,” Instructor Beff said, tossing him a black pill. Logo did as instructed. Crushing the pill between his fingers, he rubbed the substance onto his chest.

The Berserker turned its glowing red eyes on Emma. The savage beast, nearly a ton of snarling fury, had finished decimating Terra’s creatures. Now, its hunger locked onto her. Emma’s breath hitched in her throat as the creature snarled, its thick hide steaming from exertion, its jaws soaked in blood. It had taken down every abomination around them—and now she stood as the only living target.

The two queens were sitting at the middle of the table; Vaseline next to Sicca, with Earthlian on the other side, and Jólena next to Sebristien with the King of Darkness on the other side. The appetizer looked fancy; it was clearly something delicate and classy, and it looked like a masterpiece. So distinguished, I almost didn’t want to eat it. “So, Luna,” Sebristien started, grabbing his cutlery, “how young are you today?” I returned his smile, even if it was forced from my side. “I turn twenty-three today.” “Young,” Earthlian huffed out, the gruff man digging into the appetizer on Nicolais’ right side. “Nothing more than a child,” he muttered.