Path of the Berserker 3: A Daopocalpse Progression Fantasy by Rick Scott

Author:Rick Scott [Scott, Rick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-08-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

HOT DESERT WIND pressed against my face as I fell towards the beast.

I engaged [Steel Skin] and [Steel Core] while summoning [Mark of the Giant], my muscles swelling as I double handed my Phalanx Glaive to deliver a lightning-charged cleave to the monster’s snout.

The Jolup was still focused on the screaming Tributes behind me, its vision perhaps unable to see the man-sized figure flying straight between its eyes. I used the opportunity for a surprise attack, putting every ounce of Frenzy I could muster into a preemptive strike.

“[Lightning Splits the Towering Oak]!”

White-hot lightning crackled from the sky and hit the tip of my Phalanx Glaive just as it cleaved into the top of the Jolup’s gaping maw. An explosion thundered across the desert, my hair blown back by the detonation of my Frenzy. A horrid roar of pain ripped from the creature’s throat as its head was pummeled into the sand as if hit by an invisible giant. Its enormous body heaved upward into the air behind it as its momentum drove its head further into the sand and brought it dead to a stop.

The Jolup seemed stunned as I landed on its head, and I used the opportunity to follow up with a [One Chop Cleave] aimed directly for one of its eyes. The world spun as my blade connected and I was rewarded with another roar of pain as I cut deep into the creature’s eye socket with a spray of blood.

The world went spinning again as the beast flung me from its head with a whip of its neck. I hit the ground at what felt like 100 miles an hour, skidding across the dunes. When I finally found my feet, I was over half a football field’s length away.

Blood oozed from its wounded eye as well as a massive laceration to the tip of its snout. It turned its massive head towards me seeking retribution. I could sense the anger and hatred coming from within it, pulsating violently as it sought me out with a flick of its enormous, forked tongue.

I quickly cultivated the sea of Frenzy flooding my system, topping up my Dantian and pressing in even more to increase its size. This was what I had been craving. I had to take advantage of every second to increase the density of my Dantian while expending enough to stay alive.

And expend I would, to face this thing.

The Jolup took a few ground-trembling steps in my direction and then licked the air again.

“Foul Demon,” it spoke without use of its mouth or tongue. “I seethe…!!”

At first, I wondered if it had somehow spoken to me directly inside my own head.

But then the Tributes on the ledge started freaking out as well.

“It spoke!”

“An Awakened beast!”

“It must be ancient!”

“We must flee!”

“Damn you, beast,” I muttered as I readied my Glaive again. “Need to put you down quick before you spill all my secrets.”

The Jolup didn’t react however and instead shifted its head towards the Tributes screaming atop the cliff.

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