Berserk: The Prophet

Green frantically tore off pieces of his clothes to bandage Ali and stop the bleeding. Ali's breathing was very weak, and his face was pale.

"You have to hang in there, Ali!" Green encouraged Ali while treating his wounds.

At this moment, Ali slowly opened his eyes, looked at Green, and forced a smile.

"I...I'm fine, Green...don't worry about me, go...take care of that guy..." Ali said weakly.

"Ali!"

Meanwhile, his comrades, who had lost their sight and combat ability due to the small explosion, rushed over, and Barkley's crossbowmen began to regroup.

Grimm gritted his teeth, handed Ali over to his arriving companions, stood up, and walked resolutely toward the demon, loading the gunpowder into his hand cannon, preparing to give it its final blow.

The demon saw Grimm raise the dark muzzle and tried to fight back, but its heart had already been severely damaged, and retreat was the best option. The greatsword stuck in its chest was already riddled with cracks from the previous rounds, and the flaming blade broke the greatsword in half, making a strange cry.

"Gurgle, gurgle"

After making that sound, the demon slowly flapped its wings and took off. The other two surviving demons also took off after hearing the sound.

“Shoot!!”

Barkley's crossbowmen had already set up their crossbows in unison and launched a volley of fire at them, while the other two demons also threw runes of the same color into the crossbowmen's battle formation.

The dazzling flashes and scorching flames instantly blinded those using ranged weapons, preventing them from launching a second attack. The cannonball fired by Grimm also veered off course, only grazing the edge of the demon's bat wing.

"I'll remember you, kid." The devil's voice echoed in my ears.

By the time Green's vision returned after his tears had flowed uncontrollably, the demons had already flown far away.

"hateful!"

There wasn't time to chase after the demons, but the crisis was temporarily averted. Green rushed to check on Ali's injuries. Ali's bandages were soaked with blood; the main artery had been damaged, and the stab wound was almost to his liver. Time was running out for him; with such poor medical technology... there was no cure.

"Ali..."

Green gripped Ali's hand tightly, clenching his teeth and remaining silent, yet the layers of blood spreading across his face were so striking. Was this unknown yet diligent young man really going to leave this world like this?

Ali's eyes gradually became unfocused. With his last bit of strength, he said, "Green, Ali is so grateful... to have met you... I'm just glad you're alright." After saying that, his hand fell to his side.

[Ali, the vanguard swordsman of Pendor, has been killed in action.]

Looking at the cold, hard text that the system sent him, Green felt an overwhelming grief. He held Ali's body tightly, but gradually began to grit his teeth.

A lone horse wandered aimlessly across the battlefield. With a roar, Green spurred it on, grabbing a greatsword at the last moment. He was determined to avenge this day!

"Green!!"

Grimm ignored his companions' calls. Trunks and Seranty had already dealt with a demon together, and the two noticed Grimm gradually moving away from the battlefield.

"The blessing of the goddess of justice is about to wear off, Seranti, I cannot leave the battlefield!!"

Trunks was busy reorganizing the battle formation, his voice filled with anxiety and determination. The demons' sudden attack had thrown Barkley's army into disarray, and he absolutely could not leave at this moment. He had to hold his ground and restore order!

"No problem, I'll catch up with that kid!"

Thranduil's figure was exceptionally agile; his movements were swift and decisive. He leaped onto the horse, and the golden-maned steed seemed to sense its master's urgency, its hooves whipping up the wind as it galloped towards the direction where Green had disappeared. Thranduil was filled with doubt. He didn't understand why Green had acted so impulsively, but as a comrade-in-arms and the only person he could call family, he couldn't leave Green to face danger alone.

A burning desire for revenge consumed Green; his eyes were fixed on the demon fleeing from the depths of the jungle. He knew the demon was badly wounded and couldn't have gone far!

Green gripped his greatsword tightly; it represented his courage, his strength, and his conviction.

Seranti's call echoed in Green's ears, but Green's heart had already flown to the depths of the jungle.

Green did not respond, but instead spurred his horse forward with even greater force.

Seranti watched Green's retreating figure, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside him, but he knew he couldn't give up. He had to keep up, even if it meant facing unknown dangers.

The two raced through the raging battlefields and the chaotic crowds, finally reaching the edge of the jungle. Green stopped at the edge of the forest, his gaze piercing through the dense foliage, looking into the depths of the woods. There lay his target, the object of his revenge.

Seranti followed, watching Green's retreating figure with a heart full of worry, for the demons that had just escaped were lurking deep in the jungle.

“Green, we can’t act impulsively,” Seranti shouted again.

Green only glanced deeply at Seranti, whose still-young eyes were gleaming with crimson, before gripping his greatsword tightly and charging into the jungle without hesitation.

Seranti sighed helplessly. He knew he couldn't persuade Green, so he had no choice but to follow.

The two figures gradually disappeared into the depths of the jungle, leaving only the warhorses pacing anxiously at the edge of the forest, as if waiting for their masters to return.

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"Damn it, they actually dared to chase after us!" (Devil's words)

The demons had already sensed their presence as the two ventured deeper into the jungle, but unfortunately, the demon whose heart had been pierced by Grimm was too badly injured to run any further.

"Wenger, your injuries are too severe. If necessary, the two of us can send you on your way, hehehe..." (Devil's words)

Despite the fact that none of the three demons were in a good position, they still couldn't resist plotting against each other.

"Bullshit, of course I can! I was finally summoned, and I haven't had enough fun yet!" (Demon's words) The demon called Wenger retorted irritably.

"Hehehe, it's so pathetic to be chased and beaten by little brats!" (Demon's words) Another demon joined in the jeering.

"Hmph, what do you know?... Damn it, even if you're returning to the abyss, don't die such a disgraceful death." (Demon's words)

"You want it?... Well then, you tell me what to do, Wenger." (Devil's words)

"...It seems only two are close to catching up. You two lie in ambush and see how I deal with them!" (Demon's words)

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