Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil
chapter-1362

Subjugating Grimdawn was no easy task.

Having thoroughly perused numerous battlefield reports on Eren, Lysa, the night elf, was already acquainted with his formidable powers.

Thus, she remained unfazed when he effortlessly employed Instant Reset to heal his injuries inflicted by her team. Recognizing the endurance required for this arduous battle, Lysa maintained confidence that toppling Grimdawn was an achievable feat with her team's unwavering determination.

Yet, just as she contemplated reengaging Eren, a peculiar surge of mana emanated from him, alerting Lysa to halt her teammates' actions. With wary eyes, she observed as Eren adorned his Hex artifact before her.

The Bear's Hex, combined with the Berserker Class and Wrath Mana:

With the activation of runic tattoos adorning his chest, symbolizing the face of a roaring bear, Eren's entire body became enveloped in a metallic suit. Though possessing the durability and sheen akin to conventional armor, the blackened plating exuded an unexpected flexibility akin to supple leather. The crimson glow of the runic engravings shimmered, pulsating with the coursing Wrath mana.

The Bear's Hex gear included specially crafted arm guards, leg guards, and shoulder guards. Eren's footwear also transformed, transitioning from leather shoes to combat boots with a metallic composition, prioritizing stability and solidity over ease of movement.

The alterations in Eren's presence extended beyond mere visual changes. Effortlessly shifting his class, he seamlessly assumed the role of a berserker. The countless hours devoted to training his mana circuits under Alephee's guidance yielded fruit, enabling him to seamlessly transition between Ranking Classes.

Upon adopting the Berserker Class, Eren's stature expanded, adding at least half a foot to his already considerable height. His musculature became more pronounced, swelling in both size and definition, presenting an intimidating, testosterone-charged physique. The Bear's Creed armor effortlessly accommodated these physical changes as the Wrath mana coursed through its intricate runic patterns.

The Diceros Set katars that Eren once wielded vanished, replaced by a substantial Labrys, a formidable and imposing weapon. This was the very Labrys he had acquired during the Tirus tournament, albeit modified over the course of nine years, awakening the slumbering Weapon Spirit within and transforming it into a potent Hex artifact.

In a blink of an eye, Eren seamlessly transitioned from a discreet close combatant to a formidable and awe-inspiring berserker. The witnesses stood in stunned silence, rendered immobile by the sudden transformation. Eren's presence underwent a dramatic shift, leaving Lysa and her teammates utterly shocked and uncertain, their gazes darting between each other to validate what they were witnessing.

"What… what the fuck are you?"

With a wariness in her voice, Lysa cautiously addressed Eren, struggling to comprehend the unprecedented level of threat emanating from him. This astonishing transformation went beyond anything she had encountered in the reports concerning Eren. The previously held confidence in easily defeating him crumbled before her eyes.

Lysa and her companions found themselves grappling with the enigma that stood before them. The revelation of Hex Artifacts had only recently reached the general populace of Anfang, and the unique creations that Eren had fashioned for himself remained shrouded in mystery. These artifacts defied conventional understanding, eluding easy comprehension even through the use of Mana Sense. Consequently, Eren's presence became even more elusive and perplexing to his adversaries.

"I am what I need to be," Eren replied, his grip tightening on the Labrys as he deftly swung it through the air, producing distinct, cutting sounds. His entire body language underwent a profound transformation following his transition to the berserker class.

He exuded an air of caution and composure as if he were prepared to handle any threat that crossed his path. It was evident that he had grown less inclined to engage in an up-and-personal brawl with his opponents. His weapon carried a resolute Weapon Intent as if silently promising to cleave through any obstacle obstructing Eren's path.

Eager to put his newly acquired mastery of the weapon and his transformed state to the test, Eren didn't allow Lysa to make her move. Having field-tested his Hex gear numerous times against dummy opponents, he now faced real adversaries. An unmistakable gleam of excitement appeared on his face as he smiled, confidently advancing toward the nearest enemy, relying solely on his physical prowess.

With each thunderous step, Eren left deep imprints on the ground, seemingly bearing the weight of a hundredfold. Despite this tremendous increase in mass, he moved with remarkable agility, leaping forward and landing not far from his nearest adversary.

Having tapped into the power of Wrath mana, Eren had fully embraced the berserker mode. The sheer physical force behind his movements and weapon swings surpassed anything he had previously displayed.

As he skillfully manipulated his Labrys, he unleashed a flurry of airborne slashes using the Axe Arts he had acquired from the Amazonian Settlements, the very same techniques employed by Galen. Of course, Eren had introduced his own changes to it to suit his needs and battle style.

A storm of crimson slashes materialized around Eren, swirling in a rapid tempest as he executed his unique Weapon Arts. In a fraction of a second, this blade storm coalesced and expanded, hurtling toward his opponent at an astonishing speed. It was an attack impossible to ignore, as it appeared to assail the enemy from all directions simultaneously.

Swoosh. Zoom. Clank.

A pained cry pierced through the battlefield as Eren's Wrath-mana-infused slashes found their mark. The weapon attack effortlessly sliced through the opponent's shield-like artifact and mana-enhanced defenses, severing the arm gripping the shield.

All of this occurred while Eren remained a considerable distance of 30 meters away. It became evident that his mid-range assault possessed such potency that it surpassed the limitations imposed by the battle formation.

"Aaaah. Stop him!" Lysa's voice reverberated, shattering the silence that had enveloped her. Finally emerging from her stunned state, she resumed her command over the battle formation, determined to mount a counteroffensive against Eren.

Yet, Eren proved to be an unstoppable tempest, his onslaught tearing through the defenses of Lysa's comrades. The night elf could only watch with growing dread and horror as Eren's Hex gear, and Labrys became drenched in a macabre symphony of his enemies' blood.