Berserk: The Prophet

"Your Majesty, the time to slay the dragon has come! Exterminate the dragon!!"

As the diviner finished speaking, the large crossbow, which required fifty people to work together to pull the ropes, was loaded.

A look of madness flashed in Edvart's eyes, and he drew his sword, roaring, "Die! Dragon! Shoot!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spears from the large crossbow shot towards Saimile Buddha like arrows released from a bow.

"Roar!!"

With a mournful cry from the dragon, the spear pierced straight through the chest of Saimile Buddha. Crimson dragon blood gushed out like a spring, splashing onto the magic circle. In an instant, the magic circle shone brightly, enveloping the entire battlefield in an eerie blood-red hue.

Saimile Buddha's body trembled violently as its massive form crashed heavily to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

Its scales gradually lost their luster under the red light, as if its life was being slowly drained away.

It...can no longer stand up.

Even so, its eyes remained fixed on Edwalt, its defiance and hatred undiminished, as if it wanted to forever etch the image of this traitor into the depths of its soul.

“Edward…you…will…pay a heavy price for what you have done…” Semirford’s voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Edvarut sneered, nonchalantly trampling the dragon under his feet: "Price? No, I will only become the most valiant leader on this land. Your power will become my power, and your life will become the foundation of my rule over this land!"

The dragon blood was greedily absorbed the moment it entered the magic array, and the diviner's face softened considerably. He was no longer as pale as if he had been drained, and he looked much younger in an instant.

"Your Majesty, now all you need to do is pour the dragon's blood into the Blood Chalice to obtain the power of the dragon." The diviner presented the Blood Chalice.

Edvarut accepted the Blood Grail, poured dragon blood into it, and drank deeply.

In an instant, a scalding and powerful force surged through his body, his skin glowed with an eerie red light, and his blood vessels bulged out like writhing earthworms beneath his skin.

His bones and muscles were instantly reshaped, as if his entire body had been tempered. He felt incredibly refreshed, and even the hair on his body was dyed red.

He bent down, picked up a large stone, and easily crushed it into powder.

"Hahaha, this is the power of the dragon!"

Edvarut roared to the sky, his laughter filled with madness and triumph, as if he could already see himself standing at the pinnacle of power! As if he could already hear the cheers and worship of his people!!

However, before he could fully enjoy this power, a piercing pain came from the depths of his soul. Terrifying images began to surface in his mind: his descendants killing each other, his loved ones dying in agony, or turning away.

Blood... the blood of countless kin is slaughtering each other, and demons are running rampant. His descendants are destined to become sacrifices to the "dragon," just like they are today!

"No! This can't be!" Edvarut clutched his head, shaking it frantically, trying to dispel the images. But the images, like a persistent affliction, grew ever clearer.

"You damned dragon! What did you do to me?!" Edvarut roared madly, clutching his head, which felt like it was about to burst from the sudden sight.

...but the dragon would no longer answer his questions.

"Ha, hahahahahaha." Edvard suddenly burst into laughter, pretending to be nonchalant.

"All the warriors who participated in slaying the dragon today are qualified to drink the dragon's blood with your king!!" Edvart laughed maniacally, but his eyes revealed a hint of fear and panic that he could not hide.

He raised the Blood Holy Grail high and shouted to the terrified soldiers, "Come! Taste the dragon's blood! From now on, we will all possess boundless power, and no one will be able to stop us!"

The soldiers exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with hesitation and fear. What had just transpired was too bizarre; the curse of Samantabhadra still seemed to echo in their ears. They knew that great danger might be lurking behind this dragon blood.

But the way Edwalt easily crushed the stone with the power of the dragon made them, who were always fond of martial arts, very excited.

Under Edvarut's crazed and intimidating gaze, some soldiers still stepped forward tremblingly, took the Holy Grail, and sipped a small mouthful of dragon blood.

As the dragon blood slid down their throats, the soldiers' bodies instantly glowed red. Like Edvarut, their veins began to bulge, their muscles swelled, and a sense of power rapidly surged within them.

At first, they shouted excitedly at the power they had gained, but soon, a look of pain appeared on their faces.

Like Edvard, terrifying images began to flash through their minds: family members turning against each other, lovers dying, and their own children raising blades against them in despair. The soldiers screamed, clutching their heads and writhing on the ground in agony.

Seeing this, the other soldiers dared not approach any further. They retreated in terror, their eyes filled with resentment and fear towards Edvarut.

Edvarut, however, continued to laugh wildly, as if he had gone mad: "This is the inevitable pain you must endure. Once the dragon blood has fully taken effect, you will surely become warriors praised by your tribe for generations to come!!"

He then forcibly dragged several soldiers away and made them drink the dragon's blood.

The dragon's curse must not be borne by him alone!!

This is the depravity of humanity!

What a ridiculous person!

Saimi Lefudo was not completely dead; it gathered its last strength to break free from those who wanted to bind its soul.

...It seems I can no longer keep that promise, Benny.

In the final moments of its life, it reminisced about its time with that human girl.

The dragon, who knew nothing of sadness or sorrow, shed a single scarlet tear.

Potter, who had never seen a dragon before, naturally observed this scene the instant the red gem formed from a tear fell.

He held it in his still-childish hands. Was this the Dragon Tear Gem that his master had mentioned?

The scarlet dragon tear gem shone faintly in his palm, as if it contained the last of Samantabhadra's life and emotions.

He looked up at the dying dragon, a complex and indescribable emotion welling up inside him.

...Could even non-human beings possess such intense emotions?

...This Dragon Tear gem might be the only hope to change all of this.

Before Potter could think too much about it, he and the fortune teller quietly left the place.

Edwalt, however, remained immersed in the power and pain brought by the dragon blood. His laughter gradually became distorted, and his eyes were filled with madness and fear.

He continued to force the soldiers to drink dragon's blood, as if that would dispel the unease in his heart.

"Drink! Drink it all!!" Edvard's voice echoed across the battlefield, filled with madness and despair.

"Tonight, the king will drink dragon's blood and feast on dragon meat with you all! Hahahahahaha..."

Edvarut ordered his soldiers to dismember the body of Semifeldo, preparing to devour the dragon meat.

Standing on high ground, looking down at the busy soldiers, his eyes filled with madness and triumph, he raised the Blood Grail high and shouted to the sky: "From this day forward, this land belongs to me! It belongs to Edvarut!!"

At this final moment, a crimson light burst forth from the body of Samantabhadra, and golden light flashed in his eyes.

With its last ounce of strength, it suddenly raised its head and let out a deafening roar: "Edvarut! I curse you as a dragon! I curse your descendants! You will live forever in pain and betrayal, and never find true love and peace!"

With that roar, Samantabhadra's body suddenly erupted with a final burst of intense light.

The entire island trembled violently, and the ground beneath the dragon's feet cracked open, from which endless lava flowed forth—the dragon's boundless rage.

The magma engulfed those who dared to disrespect the dragon's body, enveloping its form, and an unprecedented catastrophe descended...