Berserk: The Prophet

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After traveling for half a month, Barkley's allied forces were nearing Sunrise Harbor.

The attacks by the Serpent Cult became more frequent, and the attacking forces became increasingly elite. Barkley's army of 10,000 men, excluding those who were unable to fight, had only 6,000 soldiers left.

During a midday break, Green sat on a rock, his gaze passing through the winding marching column and landing on the distant horizon.

The mud on my body was unpleasant, but thankfully the midday sun was strong enough, and I realized I hadn't taken a shower in ages, so taking a cool shower in the river was a good idea.

"...Ah, that feels so good."

Green stripped naked and plunged into the stream, which was well hidden by the dense forest, since the soldiers had finished fetching water and were busy cooking.

The cool, refreshing river water washed away the mud and fatigue from his body. Green closed his eyes, letting the water wash over him; the feeling was indescribable, truly wonderful!

He wasn't used to the mixed-gender baths and preferred to bathe quietly alone. In the tranquil river, he could temporarily forget the cruelty of war, the scars on his body, and the fallen comrades. Here, there was only him and the clear river.

Indeed, nature has its own unique healing remedy to cleanse a wounded soul.

A group of small silver fish gathered around, nibbling at the mud on Green's body. A fish with a grayish-yellow dorsal fin and a white belly caught Green's attention; it was clearly much larger than the other minnows.

"Hey, I'm grabbing it!"

Like a professional hunter, Green waited until the fish was close before grabbing it. However, due to the refraction of light, he grabbed it slightly off-target, scaring away the small fish that were surrounding him.

The fish didn't seem to run away; instead, it turned into a ball, its tiny fins unable to swim fast. Green paused for a moment before catching it.

"Wow, this is just like a pillow delivered to someone who's been dozing off, pufferfish friend."

When a pufferfish puffs up, its rough skin is such a great tool for scrubbing off dirt—it's like a free dirt-scrubbing treasure delivered right to your door!

Just the right size, not too big, not too small. Humming a little tune, Green scrubbed the mud off his body with a slightly sour feeling, and immediately felt much lighter.

After washing himself, Green stood up from the river. The sunlight shone on his body, making his fair skin sparkle. He put his clothes back on and felt completely refreshed.

I don't know why, but I always feel that this body is much whiter than the one I had on Jianfeng's side, and the hands aren't as rough. I don't know if it's because I've been taken care of too well.

Back at camp, the soldiers had prepared lunch. They sat around the campfire, sharing their stories and experiences. Green sat down, listening to their conversation, his heart filled with warmth. Although they came from different places, they were now comrades-in-arms.

After lunch, the soldiers began inspecting their weapons and equipment, preparing for the upcoming battle. Green also returned to his baggage, carefully polishing the sword he had recently captured from the rogue knight to ensure it would be of maximum effectiveness in combat.

Trunks walked over, his eyes revealing a hint of ease mixed with a touch of seriousness. "Green, Sunburst Harbor may very well be our last battle against the Serpent Cult."

Green nodded, his eyes resolute. "Yes, I suppose we'll be back in Pence soon."

“Yes, we’ve been on the expedition for half a year, and most of the remnants and followers of the Serpent Cult have been wiped out. They are at their last gasp.” Trunks looked at Radiant Sun Harbor with a determined gaze. His striking red short hair and nearly two-meter height made him look like a giant under the blazing sun.

"...Hmm, I want to go back and carve wood with Fetnas." Green's voice carried a hint of nostalgia.

As night fell, Barkley's forces set up camp in an open area. The soldiers sat around a campfire, their faces showing exhaustion, but their eyes gleaming with the light of impending victory.

Green sat in Trunks' tent, studying the map of Sunburst Harbor with Trunks, learning various flexible tactics and suitable battle formations, and searching for the best attack route and breakthrough point.

The tent was dimly lit, and the map was increasingly marked. Green and Trunks discussed every possible tactic, their voices rising and falling, with Trunks giving more guidance.

Green's finger moved across the map, and his eyes lit up.

“If we can control this high ground, we can effectively suppress the enemy’s attack,” Green said with a hint of excitement.

Trunks nodded. "That's right, but we must be wary of their ambushes. The Serpent Cult's forces are adept at using the terrain to their advantage..."

Sunrise Port will be the decisive battleground for their group. It will be a tough battle, but they are fully prepared. Green is filled with anticipation for the new round of fighting.

The next morning, the soldiers of Barkley's coalition woke up early, checked their equipment, and prepared for the upcoming battle.

"Today, we will end all of this!!" Trunks, mounted on his horse, spoke with an unquestionable authority that echoed in the soldiers' ears.

The soldiers roared, their voices filled with power and determination. A surge of fighting spirit ignited within Green as well; his heart pounded. They were about to face a battle to the death.

Before the sun had risen, Barkley's forces began their march toward Sunrise Harbor. Their steps were firm and powerful, driven only by a thirst for victory and a longing to return home.

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Sunburst Harbor, a port city located south of Barclay, is known for its sturdy walls and powerful navy.

By this time, the siege by the Serpent Worship Cult had lasted for half a month. Under the fierce offensive of the Serpent Worship Cult's army, even the most magnificent and towering city walls appeared dilapidated. Because the naval strength of Yaoyang Port was extremely formidable, the Serpent Worship Cult, which had been no match for it for decades, usually chose to attack by land. Clearly, this time was no exception.

"Fire!!" "Boom!"

Several small cannons on the city wall fired in turn, wishing they could reload faster. The Serpent Cult legions below continued to pour up the city wall, and the wounded Barkley heavy infantrymen continued to fight desperately.

"...Lord Aleris, the soldiers are almost at their breaking point!" a lieutenant reported with difficulty to a young man wearing silver Milanese full plate armor.

Aleris's gaze swept across the city walls, taking in the soldiers' weary figures and the fear in their eyes. He took a deep breath; he knew he had to make a decision.

"Pass on my order: all reserves, move to the city walls! Reinforcements are on their way, and we must hold out until the very last moment!" Aleris's voice echoed across the city walls. His command was like a shot in the arm, instantly boosting the morale of the soldiers.

He didn't know when reinforcements would arrive, but for the sake of the people behind the city walls, he had to do everything in his power to delay the city's fall.