The Primordial Record novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382 Rank 0 Berserker Script- Smash

Andar corrected, "Giving us a name. We are all one and all, Limit Breakers!."

Mira looked at him deeply, the thoughts in her mind were chaotic before they settled and then she nodded. "Tell me about such strategies before you implement them next time."

Andar distractedly replied while looking to his left, "Er, it's nothing that profound, it is a common technique to bring a sense of loyalty and shared interest into a group, your superb organizational abilities certainly helped create this dynamic. Hey, Mira, look what we have here."

She had finished rolling up both sleeves and looked towards Andar's gaze, a few hundred feet away she could see a panting youth. He should be the Spirit Body that went ahead of his group and began penetrating through the cloud first.

He barely managed to break through the cloud below and he looked at them with surprise in his eyes before the cloud closed up behind his descending figure.

"Good, we have caught up." Mira rubbed her palms together in glee. With a lovely cry, she clenched her right hand, and the reason for folding her sleeves was revealed. She had dozens of Rank 0 Scripts on both arms!

This was where the great distinctions between Spirit Bodies and anyone else lay. Even as mortals without any Meditation Arts, Spirit Bodies were strong and had Aether flowing through their veins.

Their bodies were stronger and also had various properties that differentiated them from the rest. A Spirit Body also came with attributes, either elemental or some other more ephemeral concepts like force or even space.

In a manner, their bodies were like mini Spirit Matrixes. This made it possible for them to have an advantage over their peers at every level, and as they got stronger, the advantages a Spirit Body would bring would continuously increase.

A normal Rank 3 Acolyte could only carry ten Rank 0 Scripts and a single Rank 1 Scripts, yet Mira was still a mortal yet she had more than two dozen Rank 0 Scripts on each of her arms, this alone could show the true distinction between Mages.

Although the reason she was able to carry so many Rank 0 scripts was because they were all one-time use, even if that were to be the case, it was still astonishing.

One-time use Scripts had less of a backlash on the body of the user, and most of the burden of activating it was borne by the Scripts itself, even so, it was not something that any mortal should be able to carry, needless to mention Mira who had filled her arms with as much Rank 0 Scripts as it could hold.

The Rank 0 Script she used was a simple one, and it was one that Andar was intrinsically familiar with—Smash.

The Berserker Aspect Technique, Smash.

She punched the ground and one of the Script on her arm lit up with a bloody red glow. An ephemeral figure appeared behind her and vanished, it was of a warrior holding his bloody arms up to the sky.

There were many bloody scars all over the body of the warrior, but this did not paint a picture of weakness, only of endless ferocity and madness.

Another bloody fist suddenly materialized around her hand that was five times larger than her hand and smashed into the ground, and the cloud vibrated, she punched with her left, another Script lighting up with a bloody glow, and a hole opened up, Andar quickly followed her through it before it closed.

Once again they barely missed the first youth, who had begun to move faster knowing he had competition behind him. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}