Berserk: The Prophet

They had all thought they would die on the battlefield one day, but they never imagined that the person they had always entrusted to them would betray them.

He had been fighting for the pleasure-seeking nobles behind him all along, yet this was the result; the country was... utterly corrupt.

Gurenberdo forced himself to sit up, forcing a smile at Hickel with his usually expressionless face. "Of course, this little injury is nothing to me." He tried to stand up, but his legs trembled slightly.

Hickel quickly stepped forward to support him, saying, "Don't push yourself."

Gurunberdo gently pushed her away. "It has come to this point, I must appear before the soldiers."

Grünberuddo removed the extra splints; the bleeding had stopped. As long as he could still wield his warhammer, the battle wasn't lost; he hadn't personally killed Abecassis and Edward. At least... the "Dragon" couldn't end like this before the truth came to light.

Gurunberdo took a deep breath and, with the help of Heike and the soldiers, donned his armor again and went into battle.

Even though his body is now broken and battered, he absolutely cannot just sit and wait to die!

Hikel wanted to help Gurenberudo up with his shoulder, but was refused. He was determined to go on this final journey alone, even if it meant death.

Otherwise, he would not be able to go to the "House of the Gods" on the "Plain of Heaven" after his death. That would mean he would never be able to meet his father and General Kirsten, whom he had never met.

“Brother… my lord.” Benedict staggered out of the next room, her spirit now weakened by the arrow wound.

Gulenberudo looked at Benedict with pity, but he had no time to dwell on it. "You shouldn't have come out. Get some rest."

Benedict shook her head stubbornly. "Brother, I can feel a powerful force gradually awakening. Perhaps it will be a turning point."

Hearing Benedict say this, Gurunberudo felt greatly relieved. Although he did not completely believe in such mysterious prophecies, at this moment any glimmer of hope was like a beacon in the darkness.

Gurenberudo patted Benedict on the shoulder and said, "Go back to your room and rest, Benedict. I think I'll witness this so-called turning point with my own eyes." With that, he walked past Benedict and headed towards the city wall with Hekel.

"...Wait! I want to go with you. I just want to stay by your side right now..."

Gurenberu looked into Benedict's determined yet pleading, empty eyes, as if she were begging him...

He could never bear to refuse her, my goddess of victory... even at the moment of death, I can only sleep peacefully by your side?

Benedict saw that Gurenberudo remained silent for a long time, and a thin mist appeared in his empty eyes, making them even more hazy, as if tears were about to flow at any moment.

...She saw the "qi" that had been swirling around the fire dragon, originally so large that it seemed capable of burning down the forest, gradually dissipating.

Seeing this, Benedict Cuthgurenberudo wanted to refuse but the words stuck in his throat. In the end, he nodded and said, "Okay, then don't leave my sight."

“Okay!” Benedict nodded in response, and the three of them quickly headed towards the battlefield.

“Right now, the Judas haven’t brought any cannons. With the advantage of the terrain and high walls, even if Abecasis has a thousand troops, he can’t do anything to the Iron Wall Fire Dragon’s Nest.” Hikel analyzed the current situation for Gurenberudo as he walked quickly.

"The most urgent situation is the Grand Duke's deployment. The southern city wall is about to collapse! I have already ordered the soldiers to move miscellaneous items from inside the city to prepare for street fighting. Currently, there are more than 600 elite cavalry and knights available, ready to be deployed at any time."

"Okay, I understand. Leave it to me."

Gurunberdo nodded, as if his body was in no worse condition than usual.

With Heike's help, the three of them still made their way to the north city wall.

The attacks of the Judas below the city surged like ants, but kept falling back down. The simple battering rams were completely ineffective against the iron walls of the "Fire Dragon's Nest".

Abecassis has gone all out to take down Gurenberudo this time. If he fails to take down the "Fire Dragon's Nest" after such a huge loss, it will be a huge blow to him.

Gurunberdo took a deep breath, stood atop the city wall, roared, and raised his warhammer with his right hand. His wounded body still exuded a powerful aura.

The soldiers in the dragon's nest were greatly encouraged when they saw him, and they shouted his name.

"Grunberdo! Grunberdo!!"

As Gurenberudo gazed at the soldiers chanting his name, an indescribable sense of pride welled up within him. As his blood flowed to every cell in his body, his yearning for blood and battle was overwhelming.

"Bring it on, you one-armed defeated warrior, Abegasis!!"

As Gurunberdo's disdainful words echoed above the "Dragon's Nest," a wave of mocking laughter resounded from the city walls.

The soldiers in Dragon's Nest moved the stones even faster.

Upon hearing Gurenbeludo's provocation at the front lines, Abecasius's face turned ashen. He angrily brandished his longsword with his right hand, urging his soldiers to launch an even fiercer attack.

However, the Juda veterans who had been stationed at Chester Fortress for many years had already begun to have doubts, and whispers spread throughout the army.

"...Ah, he actually...that really is Gurunberudo!!"

"...But didn't the general say that Gurunberdo had already been seriously injured by him?"

“Right now, Gurenberudo can still wield his warhammer with such power, as if nothing's wrong at all. With his reputation for being able to kill a hundred men with a single blow... can we really take down this ‘Dragon’s Nest’?” A Juda veteran whispered to his companion beside him.

"Ugh... Last time he almost smashed my head in. I saw our captain get cracked open like a walnut." A soldier who had fought against Gurenberudo suddenly fell silent, his legs trembling involuntarily.

Seeing this, his companion, who had never witnessed Gurunberdo's prowess, frowned and gritted his teeth: "Whatever, we've been given a death order. If we can't take him down, we'll all be dead if we go back. Let's fight!"

"Hey! What are you dawdling for?! If you don't get up here, you'll be court-martialed!!"

"Tsk, it's the supervisory team... a bunch of Abecasians' lackeys, why aren't they coming up..." Despite the grumbling, no one in the army dared to slack off.

Amidst the roars of the supervising officers, the Juda people's troops rallied and continued their frantic advance towards the city wall. Carrying ladders and chanting "Juda will prevail! In the name of the Dharma King's Hall, we will punish the heretics!" they attempted to forcibly erect the ladders and continue scaling the city wall.