Guts Berserk Novels & Stories

“Don’t let me catch you here again or anywhere near my team. Got it? General Abtez.” He glared at me, his eyes flickering ice blue again. I did not need him to go into a rage in my camp. I met his gaze and refused to back down. Berserkers respected strength and power, so I refused to show weakness to them.

The bloody army flow so fast, leaving the flashing afterimages to fill the glowing darkness. These afterimages are bloody, and while it spreading, the glowing darkness is shaking miserably. The bloody army's united voice mumbled, “Berserk, head to the order... Search the priestess!” In an instant, the berserk flash their eyes open, and the bloody eyes slowly engulf with glowing gold. They vanish in their position, causing the repressed golden flame to burst into open!

Jensen's sudden transformation shook everyone, leaving them bewildered. "What is this? Is he going berserk?" Henry's face darkened as he was about to step forward to intervene. However, he had not expected Jensen to go berserk suddenly. A berserker could not be stopped. Jensen had to unleash that terrifying strike fully. Under normal circumstances, going berserk would not only inflict immense damage to the body but also harm the cultivator's foundation, affecting their future advancement. What was most frightening was that Jensen's current state was far from ordinary. His crimson eyes indicated that he could not properly control his berserk state.

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.

A thunderous wolf howl shook the air. In the distance, clouds of dust rose as a massive wolf pack came charging in. "Supreme Snow, this is Berserk Wolf Tribe. They carry the berserker gene, capable of unleashing 120% combat power. We selected the most aggressive, unrestrained wolves to form a 100,000-strong Berserk Wolf Troop. "Flamingo Air Troop and Berserk Wolf Troop await your inspection, Supreme Snow!" Gideon smiled broadly, turning to the champions and saying sincerely, "You've done exceptionally well. I owe all of you—every mech warrior and every killer tribe—a deep debt of gratitude. Your efforts have made it possible to build this formidable force in such a short time."

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.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

Xiao Long also nodded at Huo Yan's words, but he also disagreed with him at the same time, the Berserk state of a Level 5 Demonic Beast was not that simple. The Berserk state, was an ability that Demonic Beasts could release when they had peaked emotions. This state allows their strength to double. But this ability is quite risky because when in this state, Demonic Beasts will just be like crazy animals that attack whatever is around them. The Berserk that a Level 5 Demonic Beast has is indeed different from that of a Level 4 Demonic Beast and below. Level 5 Demonic Beasts were at the level of Spirit Manifestation Cultivators. If someone in the Spirit Manifestation Realm could manifest their

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.

"That's right, Mr. Fuller. Your nephew is really unlucky to be involved with such scum. Being cheated on like that is just heartbreaking." I froze for a second before I finally connected the dots. These idiots still refused to believe that the "nephew" Uncle Eric was talking about… was me. Nyla even doubled down, barking at the security guards. "Why are you still standing there like idiots? The investor is here! Drag this troublemaking lunatic out right away!" The guards looked at each other, then at Uncle Eric, then finally at me. No one dared move. Uncle Eric exploded with rage. He roughly shook off Nyla's hand and snapped coldly, "Get lost."