Berserk: The Prophet

"The enemy is completely unprepared, their formation is a mess!" Edward shouted as he rode alongside Gurenbelud. "Although we are outnumbered, we are all cavalry, which gives us the advantage of agility. Their archers' arrows and their infantry's spear formations can't keep up with us!"

Heckler and Edward rode side by side with Gurenbelludo. Edward carried a lance and shield, along with a spare lance, while Heckler wielded a long two-handed sword. The two armies were about to clash.

Gurenbeldo personally led about five hundred Flame Dragon Knights in a charge. Although the Juda army's formation was chaotic, a portion of them, under the leadership of Abecassis, managed to organize a counterattack against Gurenbeldo.

Archers fired their arrows, while infantrymen, armed with spears, formed a human wall. However, it was no easy task for archers to hit a galloping horse. To hit the target, they had to use organized, volleyed attacks. In the current situation, however, they were not a threat.

The key to the problem lies in the infantry's pike formation.

“I’ll do it!!”

The chariot carrying Gurenbeldo made contact with the Juda army. At the same time, Gurenbeldo took a deep breath, leaped up from the chariot, and the scene was like a legendary dragon pouncing. With a light leap, his huge figure stepped into the center of the spear formation and swung his warhammer in the shocked eyes of the Juda infantry.

In an instant, it swept through an entire swath of Juda infantry, breaking all their spears in half, sending flesh and blood flying everywhere, and crushing the soldiers' armor and heads with the heavy warhammer.

To Gurunberdo, the soldiers' armor and heads were no different from apples; smashing them was effortless, and the shattered parts flew everywhere. Wherever the warhammer struck, crimson blood mist spread out, just like smashing a ripe apple, splattering juice everywhere.

Nothing could better describe the scene at that moment.

"Eeyaha!" Edward, in high spirits, followed closely behind Gurenbeludo, locking onto the captain-class enemy and thrusting with his lance.

After piercing an enemy, the spear remains in that position, and the pierced enemy is thrown onto the next locked target, thus causing the enemy to lose the will to fight.

Then his gun would be aimed at the already timid Juda soldiers, and he would stab them through the throat.

Meanwhile, Hikel was wielding a two-handed sword on horseback, slaying several enemy soldiers before leaping off. She preferred fighting on foot to riding.

"Do you prefer facing me rather than riding me?" Edward teased her from his horse.

“...Idiot!!” Although Hickel blushed with embarrassment, he still fought against the enemy.

Heikel's two-handed sword is specially designed. There is no blade on the side near the hilt. Only the tip, about 40 centimeters long, has a lethal blade. This design allows her to use her preferred polearm grip more lightly and flexibly.

Heckel deftly used his two-handed sword to pierce the enemy's vitals, the tip of the sword entering through the gaps in the armor, precisely severing the tendons and muscles, as well as the arteries in the neck or thigh.

Gurenbeldo wielded his warhammer, routing the Juda army. The soldiers, already terrified of Gurenbeldo's brutality, were utterly horrified. The Juda reinforcements were mostly greenhorns, never having witnessed such a ruthless figure. The image of that man standing in the center of the battlefield, wielding his warhammer, was a nightmare to them.

Gurenberudo wielded his warhammer and swept through Juda's battle formation as if it were empty. He relentlessly slaughtered, crushed, and shattered, leaving a path paved with human bones and flesh beneath his feet, where blood pooled.

He could even kick an ordinary Judas soldier to death with a single kick, crush a person into a pile of minced meat with a light tap of his warhammer, and split a person in two with a single swing, sending internal organs and bones flying everywhere.

Those pathetic soldiers who could only writhe on the ground, with only half their bodies remaining, could be crushed to death by Gurunberudo without even swinging his warhammer, simply by stepping on their bodies and inflicting a weight of over 600 pounds.

The sound of sternum and ribs breaking can be heard the moment Grunberdo steps over the ground, sending chills down your spine.

"Sea beasts rise and invade the Knights!" Tokar shouted. That was the name of the Judas, an overly embellished name for the Knights.

Tokar urgently summoned his knights to charge against Gurunberdo. However, even these battle-hardened warriors could not escape the fate of being crushed by Gurunberdo's hammer.

The knights merely passed by Gurenbeldo, and then only half of their bodies remained on the horse's back, letting the horse carry them on.

...Even when hit head-on by a cannon, it is rare to find a corpse that dies in such a gruesome manner.

General Tokar, having reached his limit of patience, displayed his brute force and challenged Gulumberudo. He believed that by wielding his great battle axe on horseback, he might be able to cut off Gulumberudo's head.

Seeing this, Gulenberudo calmly met Tokar's attack, swinging his warhammer to meet Tokar's massive war axe as he charged with his horse.

"Clang!!" The moment the two massive weapons clashed, a tremendous impact caused Tokar to lose his balance, and even Gurunberdo's arm went slightly numb.

Just as Tokar lost his balance, Gurunberdo suddenly launched a second attack. It should be noted that even when Tokar was on horseback, he could barely keep up with Gurunberdo at eye level.

By then, Tokar felt fear, but it was too late, for the shadow of the warhammer had already loomed over him.

The warhammer crashed down with a deafening roar, instantly smashing his head and torso to pieces, even embedding itself deeply into the horse's back. The warhorse didn't even have time to neigh or howl before it foamed at the mouth and collapsed to its knees.

As a result, the pile of mangled flesh was so badly mangled that it was impossible to tell whether it belonged to Tokar or the warhorse.

Juda's army's morale collapsed, and Abecassis, seeing this, could barely suppress a smirk. Fools!

"retreat!!"

With the first commander gone, "Giant" Abecassis naturally became the sole decision-maker. The veterans who had fought the Grantians many times were Abecassis's trusted subordinates, and upon hearing this, they all led their generals and fled, muttering, "I knew those knights couldn't be trusted!"

The artillery and engineering troops, who had been hired at great expense, abandoned their weapons and fled when they saw that the situation was hopeless, as saving their lives was the most important thing at the moment.

With the loss of a commander with sufficient influence and an unstoppable rout, the battlefield instantly became a one-sided slaughter by Gurenbelud and his knights.

.........

After Abecassis led his remaining troops away from the battlefield, he was relieved that there were no fools in his way, but he was still filled with anger and disappointment because he would not have the opportunity to launch a large-scale strategic counter-offensive for at least five years.

Because of Tokar's defeat, they lost the initiative in the battle, and now they must reassess their strategy.

He hoped that more Juda soldiers would survive without being crippled, but he had no intention of waiting for those unlucky ones here! Abecassis decided to return to Chester first to reorganize the army and consider the next move.

.........

Because the battlefield was too chaotic, even Gurenbelud could only watch his old rival, Abecassis, escape, and he knew that this victory was only temporary.

He knew that the enemy would not give up easily, but with so many cannons and siege weapons confiscated, Juda would probably not be able to make a comeback anytime soon.

The battle ended in a tragic defeat for Judas, with five hundred Flame Dragon Knights defeating an enemy 40 times their size – a truly remarkable victory.

Of the 20,000 Juda soldiers, more than 2,000 died, about 4,000 were wounded and unable to fight, 2,000 were captured, and the rest escaped.

“We only have five hundred men. Too many prisoners will be a burden.” Edward looked at the Juda prisoners kneeling and begging for mercy from afar, as if he were talking about something ordinary, but his sharp eyes had a hint of bloodlust.

After all, being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to one's own side.