Berserk: The Prophet

Just as Green was still recovering from his tense nerves, the bushes next to him suddenly moved, and a dark shadow pounced on him.

"Green!!"

Without even having time to think, Green immediately grabbed his dagger and retaliated!

By the time Green realized the sound came from a child, it was too late...

Suniva's pupils contracted sharply as he stared in disbelief at Green before him, then at the dagger that had pierced through his plate armor and was now embedded in his abdomen. Why was he being stabbed? Had their hatred for each other reached this point?

Green's face contorted with panic; he had accidentally killed a child!

Seneva's mouth was bleeding from the pain; his internal organs had ruptured, and he could barely make a sound. His body fell backward, and Green, in a panic, tried to grab him, but he could no longer hold onto another life slipping through his fingers. His hands were covered in blood.

Seniva collapsed to the ground, his pupils dilated, his whole body aching so much that tears streamed from the corners of his eyes but he couldn't make a sound. He vomited several mouthfuls of blood in agony, and even in the moment of his death, he didn't understand why he was dying. He lay there forever in a pool of blood made of his own blood.

"Thump thump" "Thump thump"

Green's hands trembled, his hands, which were not like a child's, were now covered in bright red blood... He hadn't intended to kill the child; they had only had a minor altercation. Green knew, of course, that their plan included Suniva's life, but he never imagined that such a young life would be lost at his hands!

Green was trembling all over, feeling cold and nauseous all over...

I haven't felt this way in a long time. When was the last time? Was it the first time I picked up a sword and killed someone? I actually killed a child with my own hands...

"Hey, not bad, kid."

Suddenly, a broken language came from behind. It didn't sound like the accent of this land at all. The voice was deep and full, but it also carried a unique arrogance and acerbic sarcasm.

Green froze. When? When exactly did this man get to his side?

Green looked up behind him and saw a strangely dressed man wearing a bizarre mask staring at him and the child's corpse. This attire... Green's mind raced. Was he a Kusha?!

Bazso, who was being held captive by the man in front of him, was nearly pierced through the throat by a strangely shaped three-headed fist-shaped short sword. Bazso's small eyes were wide open as he stared at Green without blinking, and he swallowed carefully.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a tragic death. What a pity, he's already dead. This human face is useless now, but at least we can finish our work."

The masked man squatted down and said with a regretful expression. He directly pulled out the dagger that was stuck in Seniva's abdomen. Then, his masked face turned to Green again. He stood up and handed the dagger to Green. Green mechanically took the dagger with both hands. The dagger had never felt so heavy in Green's hands.

"A fine knife. You must be the pageboy under Kadi's command."

"Ah."

Green realized that the people in front of him were the reinforcements Cardi had mentioned last night, and it seemed there was no escaping this time.

“Well done. If Kadi doesn’t mind, I’d really like to have you work under me.”

"You're overly flattering."

Being trapped in the emotion of sin is not a good idea, so Green had to change his attitude. He gave the masked man a slightly forced and humble smile before lowering his head and remaining silent.

"Heh, interesting. Let's go. There are probably still a lot of minor problems over there that haven't been dealt with."

The masked man left directly, and his two henchmen went straight to Seniva's body. Green didn't dare to look, lowered his head, walked towards Bazso, mounted his horse, and prepared to turn back. Bazso, relieved that his throat was no longer held to a knife, quickly mounted his horse and followed Green.

In the blink of an eye, the group of people dressed as Kusha disappeared without a trace. Cold sweat beaded on Green's forehead. A terrifying assassin organization, was it that assassin organization called Bakikara?

"Boss... what's next..."

"It's alright, you're just following my lead, everything will be fine..."

............

Returning to the battlefield, the battle was nearing its end. Many White Dragon Knights had already fled, and the ground was littered with groans of their dead. The assassins with red cloths on their left shoulders were also dead. The Kusha people in strange clothes were harvesting the lives of the knights who were not yet fully dead, as well as the assassins who could no longer fight... or rather, the expendable pawns.

Green knew that Kadi didn't want to continue using this identity. Looking at the knights wailing all over the place, a terrible thought rose in Green's mind: since they were all going to die anyway, what did it matter if he killed them all? After all, those people didn't intend to let them live.

As darkness fell, only a ray of sunset painted the clouds red on the horizon. In the shadows among the trees, Green sensed that someone was watching him. Green's sixth sense was still sharp even without any urgency; after all, this wasn't the first or second time he'd done something like this, was it?

Green dismounted and drew his dagger. Not wanting the snakes to give him away, he swiftly slashed or stabbed the throats of the White Dragon Knights who were not yet dead. This included the crippled Juda spies and assassins who refused to die. The world of assassins was cruel and indifferent, like a den of snakes.

The man hiding in the shadows revealed a sinister and satisfied smile beneath his mask. He was truly decisive and efficient.

............

When they reunited with Kadi, they were already at the Juda army's headquarters. It was late at night, and Kadi called Green into his tent.

By this time, Kadi had removed all his armor and was covered in many serious injuries. Strangely, Best was not with him.

Looking at the medicine and the torn clean strips of cloth beside him, Green naturally understood why Kadi had called him. So he silently squatted down and applied ointment to Kadi's wound, and then began to suture and bandage it. After all, such methods were available in the military. In a sense, the surgical medical level of the Sword Wind Army was much higher than that of Barkley.

Although his hands were much rougher in this life than in the last, his stitching skills were still quite proficient. With the help of a kerosene lamp, he quickly stitched up all the wounds, big and small, on Kadi's body, and then applied ointment and bandaged up all the scars.

"I heard about you from Lakshas. Is there anything you want to say, Green?" Cardina's cool and slightly hoarse voice rang out, his tired voice revealing no emotion.