'Hey, Mister Owner, I think the Berserker technique you are using is starting to affect your mind... Not that I mind, HAHAHA!' Devil's Tongue spoke in Michael's head, seeing the rage he was unleashing upon the aliens.
"This is just how I am! These creatures came threatening the safety of our race. It's only natural that I feel happy when I tear them apart!" He said with a smile on his face.
Swosh!
Unfortunately for Michael, his advantage was quickly disappearing. With so many dead bodies left in his wake, the nearby aliens began to focus on him instead of pursuing after the army.
Of course, with 100,000 aliens in their ranks, the ones that were after him might have looked small in comparison. Yet it was a number that he should have no business trying to handle.
'The pain is just in your head. Ignore it and it will pass away.' He thought, not slowing down despite his limbs starting to feel heavier.
[Quest progression: 1,425/20,000]
