Berserk, Total War: Second Son of Nobles

A moment later, a doctor in a white coat pushed open the door and came in, holding a small, smooth wooden hammer in his hand. He walked to the bedside and started tapping on Karl's body.

First the arms, then the legs, then the back and ribs. He paused after each tap, his gaze fixed on Karl's face, his voice steady and calm.

"Does this bone hurt?"

Carl shook his head, his brow furrowing slightly, not because of the pain, but because the feeling of the hammer hitting him was strange, like hitting a piece of wood rather than his own body.

The doctor tapped Carl's knee again, but Carl still shook his head.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts a little, but my bones don't hurt."

Karl spoke, his voice dry, as if there was a wad of cotton stuck in his throat—a lingering effect of being unconscious for too long.

The doctor nodded, put away the small wooden hammer in his hand, and turned to look at the nurse standing at the door.

"Give the wounded a cane so he can go out and move around."

The nurse responded and turned to leave.

Karl lay in the hospital bed, watching the doctor's back as he walked away, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Being able to go out and about means that there is nothing seriously wrong with your health.

He didn't want to lie on this hard hospital bed, smelling alcohol and listening to the groans of the injured person in the next bed; that kind of feeling was unpleasant.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the nurse came in with a cane. The cane was made of wood and felt quite sturdy. The top was covered with a soft cloth to prevent it from hurting your hand.

Carl struggled to sit up, and the nurse reached out to help him. He thanked her, took the cane, and, supporting himself on the ground, slowly moved off the bed.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he swayed slightly, his legs still a little weak from lying down for so long, but he quickly regained his balance.

He used his crutches to slowly move out of the ward and then slowly walk out of the hospital gate.

Upon arriving outside the hospital, Carl stopped, leaning on his cane, and looked around.

He saw towering fortress walls, cannons on the walls, and training targets in the distance, and realized that he was in the fortress of the Southern Field Infantry Regiment, which was not far from the border.

He looked up at the distant horizon, where everything was calm, without the flashes of exploding shells or billowing smoke.

He listened intently, and all he could hear were the shouts of soldiers training and the whistling of the wind through the walls; there was no sound of artillery fire.

Karl immediately felt relieved, and his tense nerves relaxed considerably.

The absence of cannon fire suggests that the monsters have most likely been eliminated.

Just thinking about that scene sent a chill down Karl's spine. He never wanted to experience that fear of facing death again.

He leaned on his cane and walked slowly forward, his mind still replaying the scene of fighting the monster, and his steps unconsciously slowed down.

Just then, a noisy sound came from the side, interrupting his thoughts.

He turned his head and saw several nurses carrying a stretcher hurriedly over. On the stretcher lay an injured person, whose whole body was wrapped in bandages, with only his eyes showing. He was shouting loudly and penetratingly, so loud that even the wind around him couldn't drown him out.

"I'm telling the truth, I've been chosen by the angels!"

The wounded man's eyes were wide open, and the bandages on his face swayed slightly as he shouted. He looked extremely agitated and struggled to sit up, but he was tightly bound by the bandages and could not move.

Seeing this, the doctor standing next to the stretcher quickly stepped forward, his face showing helplessness, and spoke earnestly, afraid of upsetting him.

"Alright, alright, I know you're God's chosen one, stop shouting. What if your wound reopens when you get excited?"

The wounded soldier grunted, seemingly wanting to say something, but after being glared at by the doctor, he finally shut his mouth, though he was still muttering something under his breath, which was hard to hear clearly.

Several nurses carried a stretcher and hurriedly entered the hospital gate, followed by the doctor, who quickly disappeared from sight.

Carl stood there, watching their backs as something struck his mind, and a vague memory suddenly surged up.

He recalled the scene of his previous battle with the monsters. Those monsters were fearless and he had fought with all his might, but he was still hit on the back of the head by a monster's claw. At that moment, he felt a blackout and then passed out.

But after fainting, it seems there was still a memory.

He remembered that he seemed to have merged with Xiao Bi. After the fusion, his body was filled with unprecedented power, and a long sword that shone with golden light appeared in his hand.

Then, with a single swing of his sword, he cleaved the monster that had nearly killed him in two. The monster's blood splattered all over him, warm and with a foul stench.

That memory was terrifyingly clear, as if it had just happened.

Carl clenched his fists instinctively, feeling the power within his body, but the result disappointed him.

My body was completely empty; I felt neither that devastating power nor even the slightest bit of special sensation.

He tried to recall the state he was in during the fusion, and tried to mobilize the so-called power, but no matter what he did, it was all in vain.

That power has vanished, completely vanished.

Carl's brow furrowed even more, and he felt somewhat irritated.

He had personally experienced how powerful that force was. If he could always possess that power, he would be confident that he could fight not only those monsters, but even an army.

He leaned on his cane and walked slowly forward, his mind racing, trying to think of a way to regain his strength.

Little B is an angel, but where do angels come from?

He remembered very clearly that Little B came out of the St. John statue, and not just Little B, it seemed that all the angels came out of that statue.

So the question is, why did the angel come out of the sculpture, and what was inside the sculpture?

Karl suddenly stopped, his eyes brightening slightly.

Could it be because the sculpture contains the energy that angels need?

The reason why Little Bee was able to come out of there must be because there was energy inside the sculpture that could support its existence.

Since he had merged with Xiao Bi, his body might be able to absorb that energy. If he absorbed enough energy, he might be able to reawaken that power.

Without further hesitation, he turned around, leaning on his cane, and headed towards the church inside the fortress.

He remembered clearly that the church was located in the center of the fortress, where there was a tall statue of St. John.

Along the way, he encountered many patrolling soldiers. The soldiers saw that he was using crutches and was wearing a hospital gown, but they didn't ask any questions. They just nodded as a greeting.

Finally, he arrived at the church entrance.

The church door was ajar; he reached out and pushed it open, then went inside.

The church inside was more than twice the size of the church in the border military camp, with a high ceiling, making it feel spacious and solemn.

Directly opposite the gate is the statue of St. John, which is incredibly tall and much more magnificent than the one in the border military camp. Its lines are smooth and lifelike, as if a saint were truly standing there.

However, the church was empty at this time, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the window cracks and falling on the floor, forming long, thin patches of light.

Karl knew that at this time, the soldiers should all be out training. After all, the great battle had just ended, and the troops needed to seize the time to restore their combat effectiveness. No one would have the leisure to stroll around the church.

His gaze fell on the statue of St. John, and his pupils contracted slightly.

There were actually several angels lying on the sculpture.

These angels look similar to Little B, both being petite and delicate, with a pair of wings on their backs and their bodies shimmering with a faint golden light.

They were all quite unruly. Some were sitting with their legs crossed, leaning on the sculpture's shoulders, swinging their legs with a contented look on their faces; some were squatting on the sculpture's head, holding something in their hands and having a great time; and one of them was the most outrageous, standing on the sculpture's arm and dancing with its butt wiggling.

The butt-wiggling dance seems to be a standard feature of all angels. Karl thought of Little B, that guy used to wiggle around by himself in the church of the border military camp when no one was around. At the time, he thought it was strange and wondered what the guy was doing. Now it seems that it is a common problem among angels.

Looking at these angels, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips, and the irritation in his heart dissipated considerably.

But soon, his smile faded, his gaze returning to the sculpture, his resolve growing stronger. Leaning on his cane, he walked step by step toward the sculpture. With each step, he could feel a warm aura emanating from its direction, like a spring breeze caressing his cheeks, or like warm water enveloping his body, so comforting that it made him want to sigh.

The feeling was wonderful. He could clearly feel the warm energy seeping into his body through his pores, flowing through his limbs and bones. His legs, which had been a little weak, now felt much stronger.

Carl quickened his pace, the sound of his cane tapping the ground growing louder as he drew closer to the statue of St. John. The warmth he felt grew stronger, transforming from a slight warmth into a burning sensation, as if a fire was burning inside him, yet it wasn't scorching.

He walked up to the sculpture, stopped, took a deep breath, rested his cane on the base of the sculpture, and then raised his hand to place it on the cold surface of the sculpture.

The instant his palm touched the sculpture, an unimaginable surge of energy, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, burst forth from the sculpture and rushed straight toward him.

Karl's body jolted, his eyes widening instantly in shock. He felt as if he were enveloped in surging waves, countless energies flowing wildly from his palms into his body, washing over his limbs, his internal organs, and even his soul.

It was a feeling that couldn't be described in words, like someone who had been trekking through the desert for three days and three nights suddenly drinking sweet spring water, or like someone shivering in the cold winter suddenly being wrapped in a warm quilt.

He could feel these energies flowing through his body, repairing the hidden injuries left by his previous battles, strengthening his bones and muscles. His body was like a dried-up reservoir being filled with a continuous flow of water.

He felt as if a very long time had passed, like a century, yet also as if it had only been a moment.

When he came to his senses from that strange state, he found himself still in the position of raising his hand on the sculpture, the shock in his eyes still lingering.

He shook his head, clearing his somewhat dazed thoughts, and then looked down at his body.

A powerful sense of strength filled his limbs and bones, a feeling even stronger than when he merged with Xiao Bi before!

He took a deep breath, and with a thought, a dazzling golden light instantly emanated from his body, enveloping him as if he were wearing a layer of golden armor, shining brightly.

Karl looked at the golden light surrounding him, a bright smile spreading across his face. The excitement in his heart was indescribable.

He did it, he really did it, he regained his power—no, it should be said that his power now is even greater than before.

He lifted his foot and leaped lightly.

He originally just wanted to test his current strength, but he never expected that the power of this leap would be greater than he imagined!

His body shot upwards like a cannonball at an astonishing speed. Before he could react, with a loud "boom," his body crashed directly into the church ceiling!

The sturdy ceiling was as fragile as paper, instantly smashed open with a huge hole, and rubble and dust rained down.

Without pausing for a moment, Karl's body passed through the hole, flew straight out of the church, and soared into the azure sky.