Glutton Berserker Mga Nobela at Kwento

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!

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

My eyes burned, a little from the shock and lack of air as I sputtered, but mostly from the indignity of it all. Oh, he was asking for it. But good, very good! His carelessness and need to bully would be his undoing. From the look of this thing, he appeared to be a lesser Soldier of the Ring of Gluttony. I had blackberries and hawthorn with me, as well as blessed silver. Once I had the fool's name, I could make quick work of him. I thanked God, at least it wasn't a Hunter! I fucking hated bugs…

My prison. A thunderous crunch shakes the ground. The reinforced main door splinters inward. Not from one blow. From a dozen. Kin. But not the lost souls I remember. These are twisted, eyes rolling white with madness, bodies swollen with blighted energy, claws rending the air. Berserkers. Corrupted Arthur’s vanguard. They pour through the breach, howling with voices that aren't human anymore. Pure, amplified rage. The Devourer’s psychic poison turned flesh.

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

(Old Mento) Old Mento finally exploded with fury, these mercenary were clearly a fraud, trying to smeared shame on not only the Wet Market Community of vendors, but also the generous Aeternum, who has been nothing but kind to him and his family. And when his customer were harmed before him, that was his final straw. Old Mento wield his Cleaver in his left hand and hold a meat hook on his right, on his rage, his old bend back, went straight and his white shirt and leather overall were stretch, he was hunching no more but instead become a 2 meter tall, bulky Merman, with many visible swords and claw scars all over his upper body.

Dragon Slayer (Berserk) Guts started using this sword after the somber "Moon Eclipse". Dragon Slayer was forged by a blacksmith named Godo when he was young and working in a royal castle. Although the large swords that Guts had used previously looked astonishing in size and strength, they were nothing compared to this giant sword.

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.

- Ansel Gaute Costi, a noble class vampire who has the ability to speed and has a mystical weapon in the form of claws made of the sharpest fangs of Leviathan, the demon lord of the sea in the form of a seven-headed snake that can swallow Kraken with its huge mouth. - Andrew Tomahawk, a noble class vampire who has the ability to enlarge his body. But ever since he got a mystical weapon in the form of a spear made of the ribs of a Chimera, a two-headed dog that guards the gates of hell, Andrew was able to focus all his strength on his normal form, so his ability to wield a spear became more effective. - Ares, one of the selected seven hundred thousand ghouls, his ability to physically collide

He would also show these Gauls that he was not a sitting duck who could only block with a shield. This time, he didn’t activate his first divine battle art, but he instead activated the Berserker Battle Mode, as he already learned and mastered it. The Berserker Battle Mode was a very straightforward divine battle art, it increases the user’s strength and speed enormously by performing some specific actions. After weeks of diligent practice, he finally fully learned his second divine battle art. BOOM!! Whoosh!! He hacked, sliced, and cut with his sword at his opponents tyrannically, erupting shockwaves like a bombardment of pressure bullets, as all the soldiers around him started dying in dro