Berserk: The Prophet

Green reacted immediately, drawing his greatsword and turning to look at the source of the murderous aura. At the corner of the town alley stood four men dressed exactly like the forest bandits he had encountered during the day!

"Pfft"

He dodged one crossbow bolt, but another pierced through his scale armor and embedded itself in the flesh of his right shoulder. [You have taken 8 points of damage.]

A sharp pain shot through him, but Green was already used to this level of pain and it did not affect his movements. He simply broke the crossbow bolt, grabbed his greatsword, and rolled away to hide in a snow-covered haystack.

"Damn it!" the two forest bandits cursed, drawing their swords and heading towards Green.

"tread"

As the sound of footsteps echoed closer in the snow, Grimm gripped his Imperial Greatsword tightly, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. Five meters, three meters...

"Drink it!!" *Pfft*

Green suddenly sprang to his feet, kicking up dirt and snowflakes that splattered in the faces of the two forest bandits. His greatsword slashed upwards, instantly disemboweling one of them; intestines and blood spilled through his undershirt. [58 damage dealt to the opponent]

"Aaaaaah!! My stomach!"

The forest bandit collapsed to the ground, clutching his bleeding stomach and intestines, and died amidst screams of fear and agony. [Forest bandit killed, 60 experience points gained]

"Ahhh, damn it!"

His companion, who had just regained his sight, saw the horrific scene and swung his sword at Green.

"clang"

The forest bandit's sword was parried by the Imperial Greatsword in Grimm's hand, his hand went numb, and the last thing he saw was the giant sword, which seemed to be even larger than the child in front of him, smashing into his face.

With a crisp "crack," the forest bandit's hood stained with blood, his eyeballs bulging as he was slashed two meters away, collapsing to the ground unconscious. [63 damage dealt, forest bandit killed, 60 experience points gained]

"what..."

The other two forest bandits, who were further away, immediately moved away from the haystack, took out their crossbows, and were ready to shoot at any moment. They dared not take another step closer.

The murderous demon behind the haystack, wielding a greatsword, remained eerily quiet. Both men were drenched in cold sweat, their nerves on edge. They even began to push each other, trying to get the other's attention, but neither took a step forward.

"Pshaw, a bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong."

Green chuckled, pulled a blunt throwing knife from his spatial storage, and tossed it behind the haystack.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh" "Bang" "Sizzle" "Swoosh"

"Ah, my eyes!" "Damn it!!" A forest bandit, in pain, threw his crossbow into the snow, clutching his right eye, while his left eye also seemed to be watering.

"Oh!! My oo!!!" One of them immediately covered his groin and knelt down in the snow.

Three throwing knives pierced different parts of the two men's bodies, instantly rendering them partially immobile. Green, carrying his greatsword, walked towards them. With a swift stroke, he slashed the throat of the bandit who was suffering from testicular pain. He then raised his sword, intending to give the forest bandit whose right eye had been pierced by a throwing knife a quick death.

Those forest bandits were used to robbing others, and they would usually run away long ago if they encountered someone powerful. They had never seen anyone kill so decisively and without blinking an eye. What's more, they were blind in one eye and were already terrified.

"I surrender, I'll tell you everything, please don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

Seeing Green approaching, the forest bandit collapsed to the ground, scrambling backward and begging for mercy. Warm urine soaked his pants, still steaming in the cold winter night, emitting a faint, fishy smell.

Green frowned, afraid that killing such a thing would dirty his sword.

"Who sent you?"

"I...I don't know either. He gave us a bag of dinars, and he was masked. We thought it would be good to get revenge on our leaders, so we accepted it."

"Huh, so you mean you don't know anything?" Unexpectedly, someone actually wanted to buy his life, but there were absolutely no clues. Grimm raised his greatsword again.

"Spare me, spare me! I really don't know anything. Money, right, we haven't had a chance to spend it yet. I'll give you all the money." In order to save his life, the forest bandit took out a money bag from his body, which looked to contain only a few dozen dinars.

"Tch, that's all your life is worth..."

"squeak"

The tavern door creaked open, revealing Aikasa and her group. They had come out to check on things since Green had been gone for quite some time. Inside the tavern, the people drinking were making a ruckus, so almost no one noticed the commotion.

"...Not bad, boss, the skull's shattered." Aikasa leaned against the door with a look of amusement, while Osman and the others stared blankly at the horrific scene in the snow.

“Osman, you’ve come at the right time. You can take this guy and sell him.”

"Oh, good."

The men quickly took the forest bandit who had wet his pants to sell, and also found about 286 dinars on him. In the dead of winter, the sea along the coast was frozen over, so they could only dig a hole and clean up the body. Some people in the tavern saw what happened. They knew these forest bandits because they often robbed travelers on the road or in the city. These pests had finally met their match.

[You wiped out the enemy like harvesting wheat, rewarding you with 200 dinars and an additional 468 experience points.]

Someone has already noticed me. I need to be careful. I wonder if they'll pull any other tricks tonight. It looks like from now on I won't be able to sleep without my weapon.

Looking at the moon, which seemed larger than in his previous life, Green turned and went back into the house to tend to his wounds and clean his armor and weapons.

Arrows that don't penetrate are much more painful than those that do, because the arrowheads are triangular, and pulling them out will bring out more sticky flesh and cause tearing. The pain made Green break out in a cold sweat, but compared to before, this was nothing. He quickly bandaged it with his hands and mouth. The scale armor had a small hole, and the chainmail inside wasn't very effective against small arrows. Only a few small chains were broken, but the system could automatically repair them in his space for a few dinars.

He counted the dinars he had looted from the thieves. Strangely, the emblems on these dinars were different from those on Barkley's dinars. They looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before.

"..."

Green quickly concluded that the person who wanted to kill him was not Barkley.

...............

If nothing happened overnight, it's because a benefactor secretly helped.

The man, wearing a black robe and black leather armor, flicked the blood off the tip of his knife. There were already a dozen or so lightly armed mercenaries lying on the ground, with deadly throwing knives stuck in their throats or hearts, each one a fatal blow.

The man in black robes looked up at the second floor of the tavern, his eyes filled with an unreadable expression. On one hand, he was relieved that the child had become stronger; on the other hand, he was worried about the child. He had already been noticed by that group of people. Unlike the sporadic assassins that had found this place in the past, this time it was a large group of assassins who had come over. Three groups of people had come tonight alone. The child's appearance was too special, as if he had been made from the same mold as King Kavara.

The snow couldn't hide the traces of the battle; blood splattered on the stone slabs. But cleaning it up was better than ignoring it, and it could also confuse the enemy. It seemed like they'd have to dig a big pit and dump a few more corpses tonight.

I really should get in touch with my old friend soon. It's time to hand the child over to him. Regardless of the prophecy, the future King Pandexin should learn how to be a real man.