Berserk: The Prophet

"No problem, you show me the way, I'll clear the path!"

Trunks's heavy halberd swept away all the enemies in his path, and a deserted area was quickly cleared. The well-equipped Barkley heavy knights also quickly dealt with a large number of Serpent Cult followers who had completely fallen into fanaticism. The only remaining tough opponent was the group of Serpent Cult warriors protecting the priestess.

"Okay, Green, take care of yourself. I'm going to be working with Trunks."

Seranty nodded to Trunks, only instructing Grimm to follow suit. Like a water snake, Trunks vanished into the crowd in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only enemies who belatedly clutched their throats in their wake. A long, narrow path formed by the corpses of the enemies was cleared. Trunks wielded his heavy halberd to clear the way, forming a wedge-shaped battle formation with the knights around him, like a sharp sword pointing towards the priestess's location.

Wielding a greatsword in heavy armor amidst the chaos was a true test of swordsmanship and physical strength. Grimm chose to join the knights, participating in their battle formation and constantly shifting his position as they advanced. His newly purchased gauntlet sword, paired with a shield, was very effective in resisting the haphazard clubs. For ordinary people, this kind of one-handed weapon was more efficient at taking down enemies, after all, not everyone was a giant monster like Trunks.

"Where did this kid come from?"

A large foot wearing a leather boot slammed into Green's shield, and Green's plate-armored feet took half a step back in the muddy soil.

Just as the opponent's sharp longsword was about to strike, Green mustered all his strength and raised his shield to block the longswords he was wielding with both hands. Then, his right-hand handguard sword thrust upwards, instantly piercing the throat and palate of the Serpent Cult warrior. As the sword was withdrawn, blood gushed out, and he could only die in resentment and disbelief.

[The Serpent Cult warrior has been defeated, gaining 135 experience points.]

The battle formations changed constantly, and with each swift stroke of the blade, many enemies had been eliminated. A few of his comrades had also fallen. In order to better defend against the poison-coated weapons of the Serpent Cult, in the mineral-rich Barkley, the soldiers were almost all armed with chain-strap plate armor. Unless it was a surprise attack, those short-handled, long-bladed poisoned weapons usually could not penetrate the Barkley army's defenses.

"Roar~!!"

Just as they were about to break through the defenses of the Serpent Cult warriors, a sudden change occurred. A series of hoarse roars, unlike those of ordinary creatures, echoed through the forest and penetrated the entire battlefield.

The torrential rain came fiercely but receded quickly. Several flashes of lightning and muffled thunder hummed above, soon turning into a light drizzle. With the sound of synchronized footsteps, the Serpent Cult support troops on both sides gradually came into view.

From a distance, their faces appeared abnormally pale, a zombie-like gray-green and pale red flesh color. Their teeth were exposed, their eyelids and eyelids were completely corroded, and their scarlet eyeballs stood out starkly on their faces. Only their worn-out ancient imperial armor vaguely indicated that they had once been the uniform of some army. Although their equipment looked stained and even rusty, the uniform black armor reminded Green of the attire of the Bacchus Empire.

Such an army...only Malthus could have it!!

It's the Fear Legion under Malthus's command!!

Green's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran through his body. This legion was not one to be easily confronted, even in the game. Given the current ratio, they probably didn't know exactly how many soldiers the Fear Legion had sent, and based on the characteristics in the game, there were probably more than a few thousand.

This was absolutely a fierce battle; the stench of corpses that filled the air at that moment even overpowered the smell of blood.

"Snap!" "Sizzle!"

Meanwhile, Trunks had just dealt with the priestesses, but it was too late. Their ritual was over, and the priestesses who summoned the strange soldiers would never wake up again, even if no one killed them. They lay on the ground, twitching with their eyes rolled back, turning into black, desiccated corpses. If nothing unexpected happened, their bodies would also be covered in deadly poison.

"Damn it, we're a little too late here."

Trunks grumbled, the filthy black blood practically soiling his beloved weapon.

"It's alright, the number of Devourer Legion summoned here shouldn't be as large as the one on Wilder's side. We must take care of them quickly!!"

Seranti sheathed his scimitar and donned his shield again. The villagers, no longer under the priestess's spell, snapped out of their frenzy and scattered in terror at the sight before them. The situation on the battlefield instantly became clear. Nearly half of the Serpent Cult warriors had been killed. Their mission was complete. Soon, their boots were treading on the muddier ground as they fled and retreated with the villagers. Staying there was tantamount to waiting for death, as those inhuman creatures couldn't understand what they were saying. The Legion of Dread only obeyed the orders of its commander, Marthus, and the goddess Az Dakkaha; they were an army directly under the goddess's command.

"Form ranks to meet the enemy!!!"

At Trunks' command, a thousand Barkley heavy infantrymen immediately formed ranks. The heavy infantrymen holding Barkley's square shields immediately lined up in the front row, their shields arranged in a neat and orderly fashion, ready to meet the enemy's charge at any time.

"Roar!!"

With a roar from what seemed to be the leader of the zombies, the well-equipped Dread Legion halted their advance and uniformly drew their Imperial javelins from their backs.

"Raise your shields immediately!!"

"Defend your comrades!!"

Trunks, not daring to be careless, sheathed his halberd and ran into the army formation. The huge weapon disappeared in the blink of an eye. The soldiers around him were not surprised at all and quickly covered Trunks as well.

Green saw all of this, but before he could even be surprised, the Cavaliers around him covered for him, because with his current height, he couldn't protect anyone.

"Hum!!!"

With a low, piercing roar, the Legion of Fear unleashed a barrage of javelins.

"Boom"

The terrifying force pierced the oak shields with a loud thud, some even penetrating the fan-shaped shields, leaving cracks that made it difficult to know if they could withstand the next wave of attacks.

"Hold on! If the shields are no longer usable, use the crossbowmen's shields as cover. Crossbowmen, immediately cross formation and load your crossbows!"