Berserk Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

After all, it wasn’t like he hadn’t killed Immortals, not to mention that he was the one who had killed the two Immortals from the Peacock Tribe and even consumed them. This guy’s strength was inferior to that of the Peacock Tribe! He just wanted to understand the Olympus Tribe’s fighting system a little more. He saw that after the wolf demon consumed the potion, the hair on its body grew rapidly. The Immortal Wheel of Life surrounding it was constantly solidifying, its aura rising steadily, and its eyes were blazing with a scorching red glow... “Is this... Berserk Potion?” Alex quietly looked at it without interruption. On the other hand, Michelle’s viewers on her livestream channel shudder

It was similar to Mana depletion but specific to Sol only. "Due to the Sol's natural behavior to always replenish the amount of Mana inside them, when it was reduced to a certain treshold, a condition called berserk will happen. Berserk is like you reaching out to any available Mana resources that you can find and absorb them, and due to me becoming your partner, I will be your main target because I have a large amount of Mana." Noel explained after Ricky regained consciousness from his berserk. "But you have to also be careful because uncontrollable berserk could lead to death of your partner."

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.

It’s coming from the tower. “Time to eat. Cursed Glutton Magic: Sumptuous Banquet!” Suddenly, a big mouth materialized above us and all my dark knights were sucked up towards it. A huge long tongue coiled around them and my warriors were eaten in just a blink of an eye. Then, the mouth burped loudly followed by a horrific laugh filling our body with fear and terror. Afterwards, the mouth slowly disappeared on the air. “That’s Beelzebub, the demon king of Gluttony,” Mammon suddenly spoke in my mind but I was too stunned to even respond to him.

"That is what happened. The gods were a major part of our lives then. Today, the people have all but forgotten them except in myth and story." "Okaaaay." Liv drew out the word. "We'll go with that for now." Brodi frowned at her but continued. "The gods wanted to contain the power of my family so they cursed us. If the male heir, the pack Alpha, did not find his fated mate within a certain time, he turned into a Berserker. A Berserker is a being who has immeasurable strength but no reason. He kills indiscriminately. He cannot, therefore, lead a clan or pack. He must be put down." Brodi's voice lowered. "Many members of my family were killed over the years by an Alpha who went Berserker before

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.

I typed 'Berserker' and a lot of meanings appeared but there is one thing that caught my attention. Although similar groups have been found around the world, berserker generally refers to the small class of Nordic peoples who could be found preforming inhuman feats on the battlefield. When in combat a berserker would fight nude and/or completely unarmored, sometimes taking the skins of bears, wolves or other beasts to heighten his appearance. Uncontrollable rage is the signature of the berserker. To enter this rage many would have pre-battle ceremonies in which they would consume alcohol, and work themselves up into a violent, bloodlusting mood through dance and similar actions, and then oft

he sneered, raking his claws across a guard's chest. Gluttony's laughter echoed as he grabbed one of the fallen guards, his grip draining the man's vitality in seconds. The guard's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, and Gluttony sighed with mock satisfaction. "Delicious." The remaining guards regrouped, their fear giving way to desperation. They hurled coordinated strikes at the spirits, their swords glowing brighter with each attack. Wrath met them head-on, his fists blazing with fiery energy. He shattered their defenses with brute force, the clash of steel and raw power ringing out in the night. A guard managed to land a hit, his blade grazing Wrath's arm, but the spirit barely flinched

Belphegor makes a side comment, making me snap into making a hasty decision. Before he could finish lifting up his shirt, I dashed forward to pull his shirt back down. However, I miscalculated my strength and ended up ripping his shirt when I pulled it down. Remember when I said that Mammon had rock hard abs? I take it back. Belzeebub has the most crazy defined abs that I have ever seen. Despite being the demon prince of gluttony, there wasn’t a single flab of fat on his body. Everything is rock solid!