Berserk: The Prophet

"Hmm, it seems we'll have to stick to the old method." Gurunberdo nodded in agreement. "Anyway, it can be used to warn the enemy, so let's do it this way!"

The Gurunberdo Legion never hesitated to deal with prisoners. First, they cut off the hands of half the prisoners before releasing them back to Juda. Such severe injuries were enough to kill most of them from blood loss, and even those who survived would never be able to hold a sword again—a stark warning.

The remaining half would have its legs cut off and be abandoned in the wilderness.

The remaining prisoners were then locked in hanging cages and subjected to the punishment of being left to die exposed.

Before being locked in those birdcage-like iron cages, the Juda soldiers had already been stripped naked and made into sashimi, their tendons and Achilles tendons severed so that their flesh could be better embedded in the iron cages.

In this way, even if they were rescued, they would be rendered useless.

This precaution was very important; simply hanging these cages along the way near Chester and in the passageways leading to the dragon's lair would be enough to cause a severe psychological shock to Judas's soldiers.

Having accomplished all this, Gurenbelud led his army back in triumph. Edward was beaming as he received the welcome from the inhabitants of the "Dragon's Nest." Everyone in the legion was celebrating this great victory, and the intact Juda heavy cannons and siege equipment naturally benefited the Grants.

Only Gurenbeldo hurriedly changed out of his armor after the chariot arrived at the castle tower, and went to take a bath inside the castle tower without speaking to anyone.

To most people, even with such great achievements, Gurunberudo remains the same.

Legend has it that after each victory, Gurenbeldo would go to the "Fire Palace" to find his goddess of victory, who is the dragon priestess Benedict who lives there.

And that dragon priestess Benedict is General Kirsten's granddaughter.

......

As Green rushed to the city wall of the Fire Dragon's Nest to watch the battle with the soldiers, his heart couldn't help but clench. The "sword" of only five hundred riders pierced through the sea of ​​people and tore a large gap in the enemy army. The giant Gurenbeldo, towering above the crowd, cleared a clean clearing. Among a million, no one could defeat him, as easily as taking something out of a bag.

Once Juda's troops began a large-scale retreat, the legion of "Dragon's Nest" Gurunberudo went out of the city to sweep away the remnants and clean up the battlefield.

Green and Baziso were also in the squad cleaning up the battlefield. Green was happy to see it happen, helping the seriously wounded Juda soldiers get out of danger as soon as possible, and getting a bunch of experience points for free.

If it weren't for the fact that those able-bodied prisoners only deserved to have their hands and feet cut off and be slowly tortured in hanging cages, Green would have loved to bathe in their blood.

Even so, Green, along with the veterans who had served at Chester Prison, slaughtered quite a few Judas soldiers. The Dragon's Nest youth reserve, currently under the full command of Bazso and drawn from the concentration camp, were also assigned to this finishing blow operation to test their courage.

Many children, deeply persecuted by the Judas, gritted their teeth and trembled as they took their first step to kill, a necessary step for the future of the Dragon's Nest and a test of their past months.

Many children were encountering such a bloody event for the first time and vomited. Even those who were usually brave turned pale. Perhaps they will get used to it soon.

As for the timid ones, they were ridiculed by their companions. As if they had found something to release their tension, the bold ones gradually came to their senses and pulled the timid ones to their next target.

"...Look, cutting his trachea is such a simple thing." The daring children had gone from initial astonishment to bloodlust; yes, they wanted revenge on these Judas.

That was a hatred etched into my heart since I was in the concentration camp!

"...I don't want to, I don't like this." The timid children cried, surrounded by the bolder ones, as they plunged their spears into the flesh of the Judas.

Only those who killed Judas could be called true warriors.

According to this count, Green alone killed two hundred Juda soldiers. Even Baziso was stunned. Was it really necessary to fight so desperately? It was as if he was bathing in the enemy's blood, his whole body was splattered with blood!

Those unlucky knights who accidentally fell from their horses and were seriously injured were captured. After all, they were valuable prisoners and might be able to secure a lot of military funds for the "Dragon's Nest".

[Total kills: 500, level 25]

Only when he heard the system notification in Green's ear did he stop killing and lick the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Since escaping the secret prison in Norudkahuati, how could the bloodlust cultivated by the Shadow Hands be easily erased? Encountering scenes of flowing blood evokes a terrifying excitement, as well as a... hunger that yearns to devour.

...This may not be a good sign.

"...You're quite energetic, kid." Those bloodthirsty veterans weren't much better off; they were mortal enemies of Juda.

"Hahaha, it's been so long since I've felt this good, that damned Master Qiu..."

"Well done!"

As the sun gradually set, the last Judas soldier, barely clinging to life, had his throat slit, while the other Judas prisoners, writhing on the ground and without legs, crawled toward Chester.

Hundreds of cages made of sheet metal, already filled with Juda soldiers tortured into inhuman state, were dragged by horses and hung on long wooden stakes by the roadside for public display.

All that awaits them is hunger and the harsh weathering under the scorching sun, or becoming food for birds.

The stench of blood from the May battlefield had already attracted large flocks of vultures and crows, which were circling or waiting quietly for an opportunity to feast on delicious spleens and chunks of meat.

Night fell, and the bright moon hung high in the sky. The battlefield was deathly silent, save for the sound of the wind and the occasional cawing of crows.

Green stood on high ground, gazing at the Juda soldiers in the cages. The blood that stained his body had dried, and his bloodlust had gradually subsided, but the thirst for blood remained.

"Boss, let's go back. We'll throw these corpses into the mass grave tomorrow," Baziso's voice came.

"Hmm." Grimm turned and followed the main force back to the Dragon's Lair, his figure disappearing into the darkness. The war would continue, and perhaps he could find his own answer amidst the carnage and bloodshed.

......

The hot spring at the castle tower of the Fire Dragon's Nest.

The former courtyard's hot spring pool has become a good place for many cadres of the Fire Dragon's Nest, at the level of a hundred-person leader and above, to enhance their relationship. After washing off the bloodstains and mud with a few buckets of cold water, they can go there for a good soak.

Green and Baziso stepped into the hot spring, where the warm water relaxed their tense nerves and muscles.

The cadres around them chatted amongst themselves, their conversation revolving around the victorious battle.

Green, however, was lost in his own thoughts. He recalled the bloodshed on the battlefield and his own thirst for blood... He could truly stop thinking if he just swung that thing and made the enemy's blood flow.

"Hahaha, isn't this Hanks who slaughtered Judah today! How does it feel? Isn't it very satisfying?!" A veteran chatted with Green very familiarly, and the other veterans around also turned their gazes.

Without a doubt, these cadres had been following Gurunberudo since then.

Green snapped out of his daze, looked at the veteran, and gave him a smile.

“It was certainly satisfying,” Green said. “However, war is always cruel. Although we have won, I imagine that Juda, having suffered such a heavy loss, will not let this go easily.”

The veteran nodded in agreement.

"Fortunately, we still have brave young men like you." The veteran patted Green on the shoulder. "You are our hope and the future of the Dragon's Nest."

Green nodded slightly, a sense of belonging welling up inside him. "I will do my best."

After the veterans had soaked for a while, they came out of the hot spring pool. The Fire Dragon's Nest had arranged a victory celebration banquet for that evening.