Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 768 - 709: Berserker Legion
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"I can’t take it anymore," the tall warrior sat huddled up on a wooden stake, curling into a small ball in the shadow of his companion, his face obscured by his own large hand as he spoke from between the gaps of his muscles, his voice tinged with the whimper of despair, "I am becoming strange, becoming ugly and repulsive. In the past, whenever I returned home, no matter how the hunt went, my son and wife would smile and welcome me, welcoming me, the warrior who fought for them. Oh, wildness above. I really don’t want to remember the situation at that time, when I returned home in Brandi’s training outfit, my dear child hid behind the beautiful Eloane, looked at me with the gaze of facing a stranger, he became silent, and also hesitant when communicating with his little friends. I think I have become his disgrace now, a scar that he must hide."
"That’s why I absolutely support Lord Alcalon, even if it means being an enemy to that demon, no one can stop me, not even death! Or something worse..."
He lifted his head, his face swollen and bruised, tears and blood mingling with heavy makeup into a muddled mess, at this moment he looked more monstrous than a monster.
They were once the hunting warriors of the Ancient Human Clans, now trained by Brandi into muscle maids, currently, they were resisters battered by the ferocious power of Black Dragon Alcalon. They wore dirtied tutus, bodies littered with scars, but their hearts brimmed with hope.
"We have no intention of stopping you, brother, the Black Dragon Priest and chieftain have abandoned us, the tribe has fallen silent under Brandi’s lewd power, our solidarity is particularly important at this moment. We are brothers through life and death, warriors blessed by the Black Dragon’s favor. We must encourage each other, support each other, through the most difficult time before the dawn."
"Then let one of us who can fight best give Brandi a thorough beating!"
The spark of rebellion chose to lurk, the Ancient Human Clans educated by Black Dragon dragged their scar-laden bodies back to the tribe. Brandi saw their miserable state and did not suspect anything, he believed the Ancient Humans’ claims of being attacked by fierce beasts, just did his best to heal and encouraged them for revenge.
Thus, the Berserkers took Black Dragon’s teachings and beatings during hunting time by day, and nursed their bodies in Brandi’s rest room at night. No matter Brandi’s actions, they accepted them like tame lambs, silently remembering the indignities suffered.
This made Brandi think his training was successful, the ambitious manager of the Pure Maid cafe dreamed of recruiting new maids and opening branch stores. Brandi had his own scheming thoughts, the Pure Maid cafe was his ideal, staff shortage had always been a flaw of this unique experience store, due to high skill requirements for the employees. Brandi had excellent training abilities, but ordinary people lacked the resilience. Therefore, his acceptance of the invitation to the Black Dragon Tribe was also to add manpower. He disseminated his Pure Maid Way violently and directly amongst the Black Dragon Kin, crushing the Ancient Human Warriors’ self-esteem and shame with indescribable physical contact. Pure Maids serve, of course, they need a heart that is humble and submissive.
Now seemed to be the time, to teach these apprentices some maid massaging techniques, along with cute magic and gestures.
"Master, pu-you pu-you feel comfortable~clang~" Brandi made a heart gesture with his hands, pouting on the platform as he demonstrated.
Under everyone’s eyes, warriors sweated, fists trembling as they clenched them tightly, watched by family and friends. They were finished, regardless of whether the rebellion was successful or not, their lives were already ruined. The only difference being whether they could drag that damn creature on the stage to hell with them. Hatred and anger sustained the souls of the Ancient Humans.
They did as they were told.
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One week later.
Brandi came to the platform as usual, his hands holding the graduation certificate of the Ancient Human’s Pure Maids and a recruitment letter for his staff. He was overjoyed, then he received a slap.
The robust Brandi lay among scattered papers, clutching his cheek in surprise. He was a master of physical conditioning, his nervous reaction and speed should have dodged most attacks.
"Babies?"
The Muscle Warriors stood with radiant service smiles, impeccably dressed, towering like mountains before Brandi.
Their smiles broke, along with the clothes on their bodies.
Muscles unleashed, the suppressed fury aired in full force at that moment, Pure Maids all fallen into War Evil Ghosts, grinning fiendishly at their instructor.
"We’ve finally waited for this day, Brandi, do you know how we made it through!"
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"We’re going to return the humiliation we’ve suffered a hundredfold, a thousandfold, you bastard!!"
The entangled fury assaulted Brandi’s psyche, dragging him into hell in an instant. He stood up, entering a state of total combat, his face set in a cold confrontation.
"You’re revolting, Boy~? You know the consequences of defying me. It seems I have to remind you all over again of the delights of being a Pure Maid."
The Ancient Human Clans let out thunderous roars, their war cries echoing through the deep valleys as if from mighty dragons. The fury twisted into the spectral image of a Black Dragon, lifting the Ancient Human Clans to new heights under the pressure of Brandi’s aura.
"Rebellion? No, this will be a massacre. Brandi, we are Berserkers blessed by the Black Dragon, the ultimate forgers of flesh and will. Your teachings have failed, and you, the failure, have become our prey!"
Brandi certainly wasn’t going to sit and wait for death, he lunged forward, engaging the Berserker in close combat.
"Pure Maid Way·Massage Expert·Heart Crusher!"
"Rage Burst·Vengeful Counterattack!"
Brandi’s palm struck the Berserker’s heart, sending the figure staggering back two steps, but still defiantly standing. As Brandi’s surprise took hold, a sense of crisis suddenly exploded in his mind. The Berserker’s fist, filled with unparalleled might, collided with his own, and Fury invaded, erupting in his chest. Brandi’s face turned beet red, his lips becoming irresistibly crimson.
"The heart has become a non-lethal weakness?"
No one answered him. The Berserker roared with the strength of a deity and charged again like a maddened dragon. Bathing in Dragon Blood and having shared the gift of Alcalon, the Firstborn of War, their bodies no longer bore fatal weaknesses. A destroyed heart, a shattered head, the blood of the dragon granted a regenerative power like that of the Evil God. The tireless Berserkers would fight forever until their fury was spent and their enemies were trampled into mud.
Unmatched strength, accelerated regeneration, an ultimately powerful body—the Berserkers had reached a monstrous level of inhumanity. And what was more precious was their equally indomitable spirit. Once a Berserker entered his fury, his brain became a furnace of rage; his mind held no thoughts other than to tear his enemies apart. The endpoint of brute strength where intellect was transformed into vitality, the Berserkers turned this weakness into their power. Any Spellcaster trying to control a Berserker’s mind would be corrupted by Fury, become impulsive and irritable, unable to think, favoring physical melee attacks—and fighting a monster like a Berserker in a boxing match was a very bad idea.
The breath of fury howled through the realm of the Black Dragon Kin as Alcalon lay on a plateau in the Sahazaan Mountains, watching his warriors.
"Unparalleled legion, war machine, these are the warriors I should have... Oh, are you coming to punish me, my godfather, my sacrificer, Ohmhead..."
The Black Dragon Priest glanced at the rioting Ancient Human Clans. The Black Dragon’s plans were not hard to guess. Colluding with the Dragon King Priest, the Black Dragon made Ohmhead along with the Chief, Okangas, lose credibility, positioning the Black Dragon as the ultimate victor, the final ruler of the Black Dragon Kin.
Alcalon, proof of the Black Dragon’s cunning.
"Strength, the only true criterion..."
Ohmhead’s figure twisted as the Black Dragon Priest, now a Black Dragon, faced the Firstborn of War and unleashed a dragon’s breath.
"Fight me, Al, let’s settle our dragon’s differences through battle."
"What the..." The Black Dragon expelled a murky flame, the dragonfire churning in its chest. Spreading its wings, it soared into the sky, roaring in excitement, "If only you’d said we were going to have a real fight! Why all the sneaking around? You hypocritical old fool."
"You’ll be merely a stepping stone! You decrepit old thing! I will climb to the pinnacle of dragonkind, even if it means carrying the infamous name of patricide!!!"
"The world will bow before the wings of Alcalon!!!"
