Berserk Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

Dimitri muttered as he yawned, while some of the werewolves glared at him, chemical junkies, is a forbidden word for the berserker in the werewolf kind. Gale took a sigh, although he hated it when Dimitri was mocking the berserker, he knew that it was very much the truth about the berserker. A mutant that comes from an unnatural selection by drugs, makes them perfect soldiers but also curses the user of the drug to be dependent on the substance.

{“I will be your slave, I’ll die for you, no… I'LL LIVE FOR YOU! OWN MY ALL GREAT MAJESTY!” The male’s lovely voice booms across the place. “Fuck, he’s choosing the second option?” a young boy with a template written ‘15’ on it said in shock. The Competition for the companion of the great Berserker, the greatest and most unique of all kings ever had and the last ever Beastdom would ever have.

"Berserk, Level Eighteen—Immortal Demon Emperor!" As Ketta seamlessly escalated from the twelfth to the eighteenth level of his Berserk mode, he underwent a complete transformation. His body was covered in a terrifying aura of spiritual armor adorned with ancient runes, giving him a mysterious and majestic appearance. Most notably, Ketta had manifested four additional arms made of spiritual energy, each wielding a different weapon. Witnessing Ketta's transformation into what seemed like a demonic warrior, Wilbur began to speculate. It seemed likely that Ketta had obtained these special abilities through the power of faith, or perhaps, like Erin before him, he had made pacts with certain spir

He wanted to deal with Flaming Qilin and the others. However, Flaming Qilin and the others were all Raging Berserkers. As long as they could fight, they didn't care who the other party was or whether or not they could win. In any case, they had to fight first. In addition, the elder did not know except for Yan Wushuang, Flaming Qilin was an ancient divine beast, and Jiu You was an ancient demonic beast. They were all at the top of the food chains. Their combat strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, and they had inherited their heritage.

No, it was not just the three of them as the few remaining experts in their forces also surrounded Gluttony. “Bloodstained Sea!” Furious, Gluttony immediately used his powerful secret art. A fierce Gluttony blood shadow appeared in the air, swinging its claws at the experts. However, to his surprise… “Dragon’s Roar!” “Fiend King’s Daylight Curse!” “Purple Sky Thunder!” The three leaders did not hold back with their attacks. Under their continuous bombardment, even Gluttony could not withstand it. In less than five seconds, he was blown away, heavily injured, and coughing up blood.

General Abtez was lucky because as one of the Berserker generals, he was popular with women, and he didn't risk losing his immortality if he had sex with someone. Berserkers were sexual beings and loved the challenge of convincing a virgin to bed them. They were the strongest warriors in Odin's army; they wore the furs of wolves and bears and when they went berserk, their muscles would grow and they would become bigger and ten times stronger, with claws shooting from their fingers and fangs protruding from their mouths, taking on animalistic qualities. Their eyes would glow an ice blue, which gave them the ability to see in the dark. Some of the stronger Berserkers could even shape-shift int

Under the effects of berserk skill, his resistance to physical pain and his appetite for carnage had reached a point of no return. He started wreaking havoc all over the field. When the people saw this reckless transition of the overall situation, they couldn't be more aghast. They knew that a berserk is an individual's final lifeline. It's not something anyone could just use on a whim. Berserk skill is a horrifying boost of strength that lasts for just a couple minutes. They couldn't determine if he was a ballsy team leader or the century's greatest buffoon, primarily because he wouldn't be able to crawl on the ground after this.

like flies. Thousands upon thousands of fat, mutant, yellow flies. “Join us,” he buzzed with a chorus of voices, “accept His Blessing. Be remade in His Image. Join in Communion with us.” I stared at him, mouth hanging open. His eyes glowed a yellow twice as bright as his suit. His teeth glimmered a sickly, unnatural yellow. His face sagged, the flesh loose around the eyes and mouth, like an ill-fitting rubber mask that no longer held the shape of a human face. A nauseating thought bubbled up in my head: If I were to pull off the man in yellow’s face . . . what would I see, underneath?

That would be how long before the vote on who would be the next godfather in the Solntsevskaya Bratva. My mind wandered with the possibilities of torturing her as I dressed and sat at the kitchen table, trying to read. After my second cup, a groan sounded from the guest bedroom, then a yelp. A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth and I slowly returned to the room. She glared at me from the floor with hatred in her bright blue eyes. “What the holy fuck, Tomas?” “You said you liked serial killers.” I shrugged. “I wanted to see if you meant it.”

The creature’s mouth, filled with uneven yellow teeth, oozed countless strange black fluids emitting a foul, putrid odor. Another level-eight pinnacle stage monster had emerged—a Glutton. Gluttons, known for their large bellies, relied on constant feeding to maintain their strength. And their bellies secreted a corrosive slime, their most potent weapon. The simultaneous appearance of two level-eight pinnacle stage monsters added to the intrigue. Observing this, Adrian smirked. "You two want to attack me together? Two aren't enough. Bring out your stronger companions, if you have any. I'll handle them all at once."