Berserk: The Prophet

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Crack!"

The sound of shields bearing immense force echoed in everyone's ears, and the cracking sounds of shields breaking were also heard one after another. The shields, already weakened by previous blows, wouldn't last much longer!

"emission!!"

As soon as a volley of javelins ended, Trunks immediately ordered the crossbowmen to retaliate. With the sound of bolts being launched from their crossbows, a dense rain of arrows, like waves, rained down on the monsters.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh" "Bang bang bang"

The ancient imperial soldiers of the Fear Legion also raised their round shields for defense, but they were only large enough to protect their heads. With another roar from the leading legion commander, the group of Fear Legion infantry, who looked like zombies, charged forward with their spears in hand and their throats hoarse.

"Everyone, switch to melee weapons and engage in hand-to-hand combat!!"

Trunks frowned beneath his red helmet. He had witnessed the power of these monsters in the last war against the Serpent Cult. Whether in ranged combat or melee, they were the most elite among infantry. Casualties were inevitable today, and the battle here had to be resolved as soon as possible. After all, he didn't know if the four branches of the Serpent Cult had any other tricks up their sleeves.

As the battle lines drew closer, the murderous aura emanating from each of them reached its peak. Green could only grip the shield tightly. If he remembered correctly, these guys were twice as strong as ordinary knights and wore heavy armor. They were a nightmare to behold. Seranty wasn't beside him; he should be with Trunks, right?

This was the first time I'd ever felt a cold sweat trickle down my back on this land, but there was no time to vent my unease and fear. As the shields of the knights and the first rank of soldiers were shattered, there was only one thing left to do—fight!

Only through fighting can one survive against these inhuman monsters!

Because those monsters fought in an extremely frenzied manner, they showed no mercy and were tearing at the knights' necks—they were monsters through and through!

"The Dragon of Justice will grant me power, and Astalia's retinue will be blessed by the power of justice. Let us sweep away the evil here! Holy Sword, heed my call and cut down everything in our path!!"

With a passionate chant from Trunks, a golden holy light appeared in his hand, and a dragon's roar echoed across the entire battlefield. A golden greatsword nearly 180 centimeters long appeared in his hand, contrasting sharply with his crimson armor. Trunks then moved with such agility that it seemed as if he had instantly transformed into a different person, leading his personal guards directly into the center of the chaos, instantly slicing through a large number of Dread Legion soldiers at the waist.

[Received the buff from Captain Trunks of the Holy Dragon Clan—Blessing of the Righteous Dragon (Level 10). Effect: Allies within a 500-meter radius centered on Trunks have their strength increased by 20 points, and their damage against Heretics/Snake Worshipers is doubled. Effective for 30 minutes. Skill cooldown: 48 hours.]

Strength has been increased from 22 to 42, and the Chosen One gains an additional 2 points of Agility.

A wondrous, warm power coursed through my entire body, as if I had instantly gained inexhaustible strength. This was a feeling I had never experienced before, even more pronounced than when Belial left his mark. This was a qualitative leap!

Almost everyone around Green had the same feeling, which was somewhat unbelievable. However, those warriors who often followed Trunks in his campaigns had obviously experienced the same thing before, and they quickly got into the zone, gradually shifting from a disadvantageous stalemate to a stable situation. However, the formation still deteriorated into a chaotic state due to the intense battle.

"Giggle!"

The chaotic battle left everyone preoccupied with their own survival. A Dread Legion infantryman broke through the defenses and thrust his spear at Grimm. Fortunately, Grimm reacted in time and blocked the attack with his shield. Even so, the powerful force shattered the shield instantly, and the recoil knocked Grimm to the ground. He slammed heavily onto the muddy ground, still clad in armor. The monster even nimbly thrust its spear toward Grimm's throat, but Grimm quickly grabbed the spearhead with his hands, which were clad in silver steel gauntlets.

“Jie!!”

Even though Green gritted his teeth and used all his strength, the rusty spearhead, accompanied by the monster's roar, slowly advanced towards Green's throat.

"Drink it!!" *Snap*

"Whoo~"

With a swift stroke, a greatsword beheaded the Dread Legion infantryman. The boy who had helped him, wearing a sweltering helmet, exhaled a few breaths of hot air. This battle was more difficult than ever before; he had only vaguely felt this way when he encountered Cent.

"Are you alright, Green?"

It was Ali who saved him by wielding a two-handed sword. In just one year, Ali's strength had even surpassed his own. Thanks to good nutrition, his muscles had become very developed, and he was now about 1.8 meters tall. Since Sanna died, he was like a different person, and he had already paid back the dinars he had owed.

"I'm fine now, thank you."

Green grasped Ali's hand and stood up from the mud. It was obvious that the armor behind him was covered in mud. He was really in a sorry state, and he almost lost his life.

There was no time for pleasantries. The two continued their fierce battle back to back in the chaotic battlefield, where the stench of blood and rot mixed with the smell of mud filled the air.

His left hand, now without the shield, felt somewhat empty. After using his gauntlet sword to deflect another attacking Dread Legion infantryman, Grimm equipped his left hand with the Black Steel Hand Cannon hanging from his waist. He slammed the compass in the center, and the blades on both sides instantly sprang out to form a blade shield. He then immediately pushed the golden compass in the center to the front, creating a fist blade that could be used in melee combat.

"Chong"

The black iron spear clashed with the mithril-bladed black steel fist blade. With agile movements, Grimm tilted the spear slightly to the side, and the fist blade, after grazing the spear and sparking, flew towards the stinking body of the Dread Legion infantryman, instantly clamping its arm. Then, he swung his sword upwards with his right hand, and a huge, dark green head, along with a slick of black corpse fluid, rolled through the air before falling into the mud with a splat, along with the helmets that they had once regarded as the dignity and glory of the ancient empire. Perhaps soon, they would become new nourishment for this land.

As the headless corpse fell, more soldiers of the ancient empire surged forward with spears. Although their armor appeared rusty, its defensive capabilities were not to be underestimated. Furthermore, due to their devouring nature, attacks on their bodies and other parts were almost ineffective. Green had read about their history in Pence's library, albeit only glanced at it. As the Third Legion that upheld the last vestiges of the ancient empire's dignity, they were equipped with extremely fine imperial legion armor. Their entire bodies were covered in black steel armor forged by the country's top blacksmiths, representing the pinnacle of forging technology in the ancient Cubax Empire at the time. Even after a century, its defensive capabilities were not much weaker than those of the most recently forged plate armor.