Novel & Cerita True Berserker

DOGO : i survived many battles and wars a little brat like you cannot kill me. DOOM : this brat is the son of the king you betrayed. DOGO : oh the god gives me the chance to kill one of the royal family. The battle began both use their axes, it was brutal force battle both get injured but both continued exchanging blows until the end, both haves fun ,all the soldiers stopped fighting just to watch this two berserks fighting like fools and enjoying get injured, DOOM used a lava magic technique called the spark, this technique enrage his body and make him more stronger and he will not feel the pain for 30 second.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much. "You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled. Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly. "What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any hel

"That's what happened? That's why he's gone, because he's off killing people?” "Hunting," he corrected. "Fortunately, a berserker always seeks out the strongest enemies once he's put into that state. Darian is far more of a threat to other supernaturals than he is to humans, if that is, in fact, what happened in the woods." "Has it ever happened before?"

Her concern for me had only ever been for my bank account. Perhaps she had never loved me or tried to understand the real me at all. A wave of calm rose from somewhere deep inside me, overpowering all my anger. I lowered the hand clutching my face and looked directly at her. My voice was so steady that it surprised even me. "Nyla Burdette, say that again. Tell me—who am I? And who is he?" A flicker of panic flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even stronger, more unapologetic defiance.

"Rise up boy and show me your face." Upon hearing this, the young lad jerked his head up, showing his deep emerald, almond-shaped eyes and tanned skin. His squared jaw showed some bruises that link up to his upper lip. The leather garments he was wearing were full of dirt and sweat, showing some stains of blood that might have been from a wild animal he perhaps killed a few weeks ago. Some strands of his copper hair covered his forehead as he looked up. He was visibly trembling but still managed to speak. "Y-yes s-sire?"

Wait, why does he look like a real berserker? Jeje flies through the sky by boosted by the fire igniting on his back like a real Gundam. He flies tearing the wing with his piercing hand and flies back tearing it again. He keeps doing that that Ahol wings are full of holes. Buriko beats the Tasmanian Devil with his ax in rampaging mode. Why does he really resemble Heracles?!

he hissed at Zephyr, face full of hateful resentment. The fat on Sylvester’s body started to shift and change, as if a cattle-prod shocked every fiber of his being. “Berserker Rage... I didn’t expect you to have this technique!” Spout said warily when he saw Sylvester’s body change. Berserker’s Rage was a violent technique. The user would conserve and maintain large amounts of energy in their body. Once they triggered the Rage, all that energy would explode out in a powerful, rage-filled blast. This technique was difficult to train, and even harder to master, not many will choose to learn it.

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.

They probably expect me to order Horgus’s execution. I look over at the trembling Captain. “Get up, Horgus,” I command. My voice is thick with blood. He stands, looking like a man about to march to the gallows. “That,” I say, wiping my chin with the back of my hand, smearing the crimson across my skin, “Was an acceptable strike. You committed. You followed through.” I look around the circle of horrified faces. “That is the force required to kill a Redmaw berserker,” I tell them. “Anything less is a tickle. If you hit like that, you might survive a battle with them if it comes to that.”