Berserk: The Prophet

"Damn it, the stench of blood here has attracted these demons. We must wipe them out as soon as possible, Seranti!!"

Trunks calculated the time; the buff he had just received was about to expire. Although as the owner of the relic, he still possessed some abilities protected by Astalia, the soldiers wouldn't be so lucky. He had to end the battle quickly to minimize casualties.

“I’m here, Trunks. I’ll take care of them.”

Thranduil approached Trunks, drew his Falcon Strike Bow from behind him, and took out the Noldor Arrows he had acquired from the merchant in Rivertown a few years ago. He had less than thirty left, but they were an excellent weapon to deal with monsters whose strength far exceeded that of humans.

“Great, let’s start with the one on the far right. I’ll go and attract its attention.”

Trunks felt a surge of confidence the moment he saw Thranduil by his side, as if those long-gone days had returned. His hands gripping the greatsword became much more confident, and his eyes were fixed on the perfect moment to enter the fray.

"be careful."

"You too."

Just as the demon was turning its back to Trunks and wreaking havoc, Trunks stepped in. Sensing the aura emanating from the abyss, the sword unleashed an extraordinary power.

"Hehe... Hmm?"

These guys were clearly much stronger than the Legion of Fear. Trunks’ approach made it sense the danger, so it dropped the soldiers that had been drained dry and turned its horse around to raise its sword to meet the enemy.

"Drink!!"

Trunks severed the massive head of the demon's warhorse with a single sword strike, blood splattering everywhere. The warhorse instantly lost its balance, its two front hooves buckling to the ground.

"Um!?"

The demon was slightly surprised for a moment before realizing that its mount was no longer viable, and then flapped the wings that had been lurking on its back.

"Hahaha, so you're Astalia's familiar. No matter how powerful you are, you're still just a mortal. Why not switch allegiance to Lord Oxso? He will grant you a powerful body and eternal life!!"

"Nonsense! They're just a bunch of pleasure-seeking fools. They fly up into the sky because they're too scared to come down and fight me to the death!"

"Hmph, you ungrateful wretch! I'll show you just how incredibly weak a mortal's body really is!"

The demon charged towards Trunks with its sword drawn, and Trunks gripped his greatsword, ready to deflect the demon's descending blade at any moment.

"call out"

Just as the demon charged down, a black and red Noldor arrow pierced the air, aimed directly at the demon's head.

The demon seemed to sense something as well, its crimson pupils suddenly contracting as it deflected the arrow with lightning speed. The severed arrow, still carrying momentum, grazed his forehead, and dark red blood splattered everywhere.

Trunks seized the opportunity and slashed off one of its wings.

"Zizi"

The demon's skin, slashed by the holy sword, hissed and emitted white smoke as if it had been instantly evaporated, its reaction even more intense than that of the soldiers of the Legion of Dread being touched by the holy sword.

"Yak!!"

A scream comparable to the mooing of a cow escaped from the demon's throat. Its damaged wings caused it to crash heavily to the ground and slide a long distance. Trunks had no intention of talking about martial ethics with it, and instantly slashed down with his greatsword.

"bang"

The greatsword struck the demon's shield with a clanging sound, and the demon was plunged into a full-blown ground battle. The two fought fiercely, exchanging blows for at least a hundred rounds.

Meanwhile, the situation on Green's side was also somewhat chaotic. Four demons were rampaging through the soldiers' barely formed battle formation. The demon warhorses with two horns on their heads trampled the wreckage on the ground with their naturally strong hooves, panting heavily. Their bodies and heads, comparable to small tanks, rammed through the shield formation of the knights like yaks.

Ordinary spears and swords could hardly break through their defenses; only attacks on their hooves and eyes could barely stop them. As two-horned beasts, they became even more frenzied due to the pain, running rampant in the battle formation, their horns stained red with blood.

"Pfft!" "Hiss hiss hiss!!"

"bang"

Taking advantage of the moment when the warhorse was not paying attention, Grimm drew his greatsword and pierced the connection between the thigh and hip bone of a demon warhorse. The demon warhorse neighed in pain and kicked out with all its might with its hind legs, instantly sending Grimm flying far away.

[Received 26 points of impact damage and 5 points of landing damage. Current health: 29/62. Physical functions are reduced, and negative effects will occur. Attack power ↓, Agility ↓]

"Uh cough"

Green fell heavily to the ground, his internal organs aching as if they had shifted, his ribs feeling like they were broken, and two dents were faintly visible on his chest armor.

The demonic warhorse fared no better. After kicking Green, its wounds tore even more, and it limped and neighed under the onslaught of the crowd, collapsing with its heavy body. Meanwhile, the crimson demon spread its wings and flew through the air, piercing through the bodies of many soldiers with several demonic javelins, their screams echoing everywhere.

"whoosh whoosh"

Several crossbow bolts were aimed at the demon, and no matter how agile it was, its wings were shot through several large holes, and it could only fall to the ground and be surrounded and attacked by the soldiers.

The demon warhorses, their eyes bloodshot, had completely fallen into an uncontrollable frenzy. However, they were clearly at their limit. After trampling over a dozen heavily armored soldiers, they were gradually surrounded and wiped out. The reorganized battle formation then surrounded the demons fighting on the ground. The demons quickly gained an absolute numerical advantage and left a dozen or so knife marks on their bodies in an instant.

Green's short stature made it difficult for him to join their battle, especially since he had just been kicked away by the demon warhorse's hooves, which were almost as big as iron pots. The pain in his ribs made him break out in a cold sweat. He lay on the ground for a long time before he could finally stand up, leaning on his greatsword and panting heavily.

"Gosa" (Demon language)

Just as the battle was turning in their favor, a demon with intact wings broke through the encirclement, whispering as it discarded its demon shield, revealing a white quartz-colored hexagonal stone in its left hand.

Grimm stared intently. The object in the demon's hand seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Only Grimm's intuition told him that the small thing was extremely dangerous!

As the demon throws the runestone, danger and death are silently descending.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The physical pain made his body feel heavy, and his dry throat was blocked by blood. He couldn't even utter a warning to evacuate the crowd. He could only witness the disaster unfold before his eyes.