Berserk: The Prophet

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The light in the jungle dimmed, the sunlight blocked by the dense foliage, leaving only dappled shadows on the ground. The air was thick with the scent of dampness and humus, and even a faint whiff of blood.

Green and Seranti moved cautiously through the jungle, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily and their ears listening for every subtle sound. They knew that every creature here could be a potential enemy, and every shadow could conceal danger.

They followed the demon's trail, a trail of deep claw marks and bloodstains, starkly visible on the damp earth. As they ventured deeper into the jungle, the tracks became clearer and fresher, and Green's heart began to race; he could feel himself approaching his target.

Suddenly, a low roar came from not far away, followed by the sound of tree branches snapping. Green and Seranti immediately stopped in their tracks, gripping their weapons tightly, preparing for the impending battle, which was bound to be a fight to the death.

Green took a deep breath; he could feel his blood boiling, his heart filled with a thirst for revenge. He glanced at Seranti, and the two exchanged a resolute look before stealthily making their way toward the source of the sound.

They came to a clearing where a huge ancient tree stood, its trunk covered in moss and vines. Beside its roots, they saw the demon, curled up, panting heavily, clearly exhausted, with a deep wound in its chest from which blood continued to flow.

The demon that appeared before them raised its head, its eyes flashing with ferocity and despair. It also saw Grin and Seranti, and then let out a low growl, as if in warning or pleading for mercy.

"Suffer death!!"

A fire of revenge burned in Green's eyes, and his finger was tightly gripping the trigger of the steel cannon.

Seranti's pointed ears, hidden deep within his hood, caught the faint snapping of branches and the unnatural whistling of the wind. The keen hunter would not let his guard down because of the prey's apparent weakness; he immediately loaded three arrows into his Eagle Strike Bow and prepared to fire.

Upon seeing Green's hand cannon capable of firing mithril ammunition, the demon named Wenger immediately dropped his pretense, disregarding the fact that his boast had been quickly proven false. It was a power that could instill fear in any demon, and the burning sensation left on his wings had not yet faded.

"...Damn it, come at me all at once, they're mithril guys." (Demon's words)

As Wenger muttered something, two more demons lurking in the tree canopy suddenly pounced.

Seranti reacted with lightning speed, his eagle-strike bow instantly aimed at the charging demon, his fingers steady and powerful, each draw of the string filled with strength.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Three sharp arrows shot out almost at the same time, cutting through the air with deadly speed and accuracy, aiming straight for the demon's vitals.

"Bang!!"

At that moment, Green pulled the trigger. The sparks from the gunpowder and the powerful recoil caused the mithril bullets to fly rapidly out of the barrel.

The demons tried to dodge the deadly arrows, but Seranti's arrows were like a whirlwind.

The first arrow, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, whistled past Green's ear, even just before Green pulled the trigger, and accurately pierced Wenger's palm.

Immediately afterwards, the second arrow struck a demon in the throat, and the third arrow pierced the chest of another demon warrior.

Wenger let out a shrill scream, its eyes filled with disbelief, as it could only watch helplessly as its right arm was pierced by the mithril steel ball and completely burned off by its unique properties against demons.

"Gu Jie!!"

Wenger was writhing on the ground in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably. Mithril directly damages their souls, and even returning to the abyss would not heal them.

Wenger's already bloodshot eyes widened instantly. He gritted his teeth and pulled a scarlet jewel from his pocket, swallowing it whole. His body swelled up strangely, as if even the pain from the depths of his soul had lessened considerably. The flaming blade sliced ​​away the wound on his severed arm, stopping the burning from spreading.

Wenger's body continued to swell, its skin began to crack, revealing even harder scales underneath. Its wings grew larger and more powerful, and its severed left arm regrew, though it was as short as a child's arm. Its right arm and claws grew considerably longer, and its eyes became even more dazzlingly red.

“You…you lowly humans…” Wenger’s voice grew even more sinister and terrifying, “You think…you think you can defeat me like this?”

Wenger's enormous wings spread out completely, stirring up a gust of wind. The horns on his head grew several times larger, and flames blazed on his swords. He looked much more handsome than his previous scarlet, withered body. His muscles were now round and full, and the scarlet skin made the red scales on his body look even more lustrous.

Seeing this, Green quickly loaded mithril ammunition. The gale nearly knocked him back several steps before he managed to stop, and the fuse was also extinguished by the wind. Seranti was also unable to move for a moment due to the strong wind.

"Yak!!"

Wenger roared and leaped down from the air, slashing down with such speed that Green had no chance to dodge. He could only retreat while bracing his hands against the hand cannon in front of him, barely managing to take the hit.

"Bang!" The moment the impact occurred, Green was knocked back ten steps, his legs even felt like they were about to leave the ground, and his left arm was instantly numb, making it difficult to even lift.

[Received 12 points of impact damage, current HP 17/62 (Severely Injured), Attack Power ↓↓, Agility ↓↓]

"Cough cough..." Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth from the shock.

How could it be... so much stronger than before? Green wasn't even surprised; this demon's next attack would definitely kill him.

"Is that all? Kid, you've disappointed me greatly!"

Wenger mocked in human language, as if such a person was not worth him using the Demon Orb to unleash his full power.

"whoosh whoosh"

Just as Wenger was about to launch a second attack, three arrows pierced his back, but this seemed to be nothing more than a tickle, as only one pierced his skin. However, it undoubtedly enraged him.

Wenger roared and charged toward Seranthi, which bought Green time, but Green felt his arms trembling and could not move an inch, with beads of blood dripping down his arm armor.

Meanwhile, the two demons that had just fallen to the ground seemed to be stirring and slowly stood up, putting the situation in a very critical state.