Chapter 135: Berserk Iion Potion

  Whoosh!

  Fierce fmes burhe piled corpses.

  Thanks to the oil that had been poured ohese bodies would eventually be fully ied.

  In the end, only a few ashes would remain, swallowed by the Misty S.

  Thick bck smoke billowed upward, straight into the sky.

  It staihe blood-colored world with a shade of dark gray.

  The adventurers on the wall were excitedly chattering.

  Every adventurer who had joihe battle had received their reward.

  The reward was very generous!

  The adventurers who hadn’t participated were full ret, silently listening to the others’ discussions, but inwardly they made a firm decision.

  ime, they couldn’t miss out!

  Smelling the faint st of blood, Matthew thoughtfully gazed out at the Misty S uhe scarlet moonlight.

  In his mind, he recalled that night.

  The caravan had crossed the Misty S on its way to Bay Vilge when they entered those mutated fishmen.

  "The influence of the scarlet moon has indeed weakened..."

  Matthew recalled the se of others taking the purification potion and subsciously furrowed his brow:

  "But it shouldn't have weakehis much!"

  Today, the Misty S was too quiet!

  Although they had fought fiercely with the bandits, the otion alone wasn’t enough to suppress the greedy desires of the predators in the Misty S.

  With such a strong smell of blood, why hadn’t it attracted any reckless creatures?

  "Yaya? Daddy, there are a lot of small enemies approag, and they’re noisy!"

  Yaya's puzzled voitered Matthew’s mind.

  Matthew instinctively looked up, just in time to see Yaya fluttering down, her gem-like blue eyes filled with fusion:

  "Yaya? These creatures are strahey’re not afraid of me at all!"

  "Daddy, they’re so ugly!"

  Shaking his head slightly, Matthew’s expression grew serious as he watched the thiing mist. Instinctively, he turned and saw the oblivious adventurers on the wall.

  Above their heads, he saw patches of "-3" and "-4" in bright red!

  A sudden danger!

  "So, this is where you were waiting for us!"

  "Pfizer Mert Guild, what are you up to?"

  Thoughts raced through Matthew’s mind as he quickly pulled out his staff and cast "Sound Amplification."

  His booming voice echoed across the hill:

  "Enemy attack!!"

  "bat personnel, prepare for battle! Everyone else, stay ients!"

  The once quiet hill instantly burst into activity.

  Bloodshot-eyed Adam Smith rushed out of his tent and quickly approached Matthew, following his gaze warily.

  Ihick fog, nothing could be seen!

  But Adam Smith khat the Arist wouldn’t sound the arm without reason, so he immediately turned and began anding the bat personnel who had just emerged from their tents:

  "Archers, split into two teams, front and back."

  "Shield-bearing soldiers, get on the wall, spearmen, move up!"

  "Heavy infantry, hold your position for now, await my and!"

  "Logistics team, prepare the arrows and deliver them to the crossbows immediately!"

  After yesterday’s battle, everyone had great trust and fiden Adam Smith’s ands.

  Although there was some chaos, no one panicked.

  After all, they had defeated over a thousand bandits. They were fident they could handle any oppo now.

  Sooy gave them a huge surprise!

  The chaotic sounds of "chittering" and "yapping" began to emerge from the swirling mist.

  All the bat personnel grew increasingly alert, and their hearts began to pound with unease.

  What was hiding in the mist?

  More bandits?

  Or some kind of terrifying magical creatures?

  It was the unknown that made it shtening!

  Suddenly, a sound came from beh the wall, as if something was violently striking the ironwood.

  Beelzebub, who was at the front line of defense, lowered his head and looked closely, his eyes widening in shock as he excimed:

  "What kind of monster is that?"

  The pale red moonlight shone on a terrifying figure without skin.

  Its entire body was ed in trembling muscles, with dense white lines vaguely visible, eg its muscles and bones.

  As horrifying as that was, Beelzebub had seen skinned prey before.

  But these terrifying creatures had bloody bone spikes protruding from their backs and limbs.

  At first ghey bore some resembo the mutated monsters affected by the scarlet moon.

  Beelzebub cautiously gripped his axe, sensing the dangerous aura emanating from this small creature.

  "Fishman, Challenge Level 5+, Deep Berserk, remaining survival time: 12 hours."

  "Special Ability: Berserk Iion. If scratched or bitten, a Willpower check of -10 is required. Failure results in iion with Deep Berserk!"

  "Special Status: Deep Berserk. Burns the soul. All attributes +3, physical attack +3, movement speed +3."

  Seeing through the strange creature’s attributes, Matthew felt a chill run down his spine and suddenly realized:

  "Berserk Iion Potion?"

  "Pfizer Mert Guild? Are they part of the Apple City Alliance?"

  "Could it be that the Berserk Iion Potion was inally developed by the Pfizer Mert Guild?"

  "Was the Tide of Sce orchestrated by them?"

  "..."

  Years ter, the "Tide of Sce," which inated in the Kingdom of Falcykor and spread rapidly throughout the Northern ti, resulting in millions of casualties and transf them into terrifying monsters, actually came from here?

  Matthew forced himself to stay calm and focused on the present.

  He had already guessed the enemy’s pn, which both startled him and made him feel more posed. He loudly anded:

  "Everyone, avoid getting i all costs."

  "Form defensive positions around the s, shield-bearers, and heavy infantry. Their oint is the head!"

  As he spoke, Matthew turned and quietly whispered to Adam Smith beside him:

  "Hold the defense, don’t hesitate to use scrolls, and make sure to 'hahe wounded promptly."

  Adam Smith caught the seriousness in Matthew’s tone and immediately realized the gravity of the situation. After watg Matthew ehe tent, he quickly resumed anding.

  Yaya soared through the sky, flying beyond the Misty S.

  Even her vision couldn’t pee the mist.

  All she could see was more and more berserk fishmen verging from all dires.

  It was as if they were drawn by some fatal attra, endless and terrifying!

  Seeing this se through Yaya’s eyes, Matthew thoughtfully stroked his staff and turo the burly Gold-Fang, saying:

  "Take everyone and expand the underground space. Do it quickly!"

  The burly Gold-Fang bowed respectfully.

  Uhe others who couldn’t dis Matthew’s disguise, Gold-Fang’s draistincts allowed him to sense something was off.

  With a low growl, Gold-Fang roused the kobolds, who had been sleeping soundly after eating their fill.

  Matthew watched the now-busy kobolds, his dark eyes flickering with plex emotions.

  Outside the tent, the howls of the berserk fishmen and the shouts of soldiers had merged into one.

  Annou「New work titled: Ember Dragon」

  「Description Story:

  This red dragon came from the vast wilderness, coveting all the powers of the world. He has held tless titles: Mountain Fury, Purgatorial Camity, Red Emperor, Ember Dragon…

  The world trembles uhe shadow of the great dragon. He ighe surge of the magical industrial revolution. In the empire he established, wyverns roar, on fire resounds, steel behemoths appear in the sky and on the earth, and disasters from other worlds run rampant.

  “Submit, or die.”

  Cassius spread his sky-shading wings, looking down uporembling humans, elves, and dwarves beh him, and spoke thus.

  ………

  A story of a red dragon with a built-iempte quering, ruling, and transf another world.

  (Pseudo D&D, Fourth Catastrophe, Red Dragon) 」

  「The update schedule from chapter 1 to chapter 56 is as follows:Eight chapters per day, one every three hours. It is also avaible on Patreon until chapter 246. 」

  Publication starts from November 25th at 00:00 GMT

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