Berserk: The Prophet

Everything is ready. It's disgusting to even look at these people alive. They're a bunch of worms that suck the blood of their own kind!

The light crossbow was poised to fire, aimed at the middle-aged man they called "boss," and gripped the 16 iron throwing knives at his waist. A little appetizer before the mission was ready.

With a "whoosh" and a "thud," surprisingly easily, the crossbow bolt pierced his throat from back to front.

"Ho...!!"

The man stared wide-eyed in disbelief, clutching the arrow in his throat, letting out the same scream as the man he had killed. He tried desperately to turn over but could do nothing, dying with his eyes wide open.

"Huh?! Boss!"

"Arrows! Who is it? Could it be the army trying to kill us?" The group looked around in panic, as if they were in the same boat as the refugees, so frightened they wet themselves.

The throwing knife in his hand suddenly stopped. The invisible fear was the most tormenting. Green silently disappeared into the darkness, put away his light crossbow, and prepared to circle around behind them.

"Ha...ha...Ahhh!?"

The group was still somewhat unaware of what was happening, their attention focused on the darkness from which the arrows had been fired, until another scream rang out behind them.

"Ho..."

One of the murderers, who was trying to sneak away, had his head chopped off by Green's greatsword. In his dying moments, he only saw the gleaming greatsword flash by.

At that moment, his head flew right to the feet of that group of people.

"Hey!! Run!!!"

"Ahhh, please don't kill us! We're just a group of refugees!!"

How ironic that those murderers who were just moments ago so vicious and capable of cannibalism are now fleeing in disarray, acting like a group of innocent civilians!

Green suddenly grinned, his laughter like a demon crawling out of hell to claim lives, particularly eerie in the dark night. Hahaha, how could something so ridiculous happen?!

"Swish swish swish" "Pfft" "Swish" "Whoosh"

"Uhhhhhh!!"

The man-eating demons let out pitiful howls as throwing knives pierced their hearts and throats. Some were lucky enough to be embedded in their backs, but the knives were long enough to pierce their lungs and ribs!

Compared to those who were strangled to death and then humiliated by them, this is far too merciful!

"Swoosh!" "Thud!" The throwing knife slashed the arm of one of the quicker-reacting people.

"Who is it? Who's playing tricks on us?!"

Several people in the group realized what was happening when they saw the throwing knife. Although they were sweating profusely, they knew that anyone who could laugh, no matter how eerie, was definitely faking it!

Otherwise, how come they haven't been punished or divinely retributed for eating people for so long?! On the contrary, apart from freezing, they live a more comfortable life than they did in the village before.

Some of the newcomers were terrified, thinking it was a vengeful ghost coming to claim their lives, and dared not turn around.

"Tch, a bunch of cowardly newbies." A few of the bolder ones sneered, picked up their wooden sticks, and prepared to turn around and drag out whoever dared to mock them. There were only four of them.

[The 'Light Crossbow' has been automatically reloaded in the space, consuming 1 bolt. Practice bolts (97/98)]

I never imagined the space had such capabilities. It seems like stockpiling a few crossbows would be a good choice.

Green chuckled, it seemed even the heavens were on his side. He aimed at one of them and pulled the trigger. This arrow was divine judgment!

With a "whoosh," the arrow pierced the sky, cutting through the dawn, carrying with it the justice that had been forgotten by the people.

"Get out of here right now, or I'll..."

"Pfft." "Uh..." The arrow pierced through his noisy mouth, and the world fell silent.

"Damn it!"

The others caught a glimpse of Green's clothes in the dim light of dawn, grabbed their sticks, and chased after him. But the alley corner was deserted. The three of them searched around, but the snowfield had already been cleared into an open area for their camp, and there was no trace of him whatsoever.

Green, who was crouching on the roof of a tiled stone house, coldly observed the three people below. They had probably stolen the house, because it was empty.

The three exchanged glances, and one of them went into the house while the other two circled around Green in two different directions, intending to surround him. Unfortunately, Green wasn't on the ground. After the two had gone far away, the person inside the house came out. Green used the same trick again, taking out a light crossbow from his spatial storage and firing an arrow that pierced the skull of the person who had just come out of the room once more.

"Whoosh!" "Snap!"

Before the man could even scream, his skull was pierced by a crossbow bolt, and with the sound of bones cracking, his life ended.

"Huh? Third brother!"

The two men couldn't catch the figure, but upon hearing the sound, they rushed over. They shoved and examined the body on the ground, only to suddenly discover that the arrow had pierced the back of the head. At that moment, Green was also on the roof, gripping his last throwing knife and dagger tightly, and he jumped down.

"This is?"

The two realized something was wrong and were about to turn around when they felt a strong throbbing and piercing sensation in their necks, shoulders, and cervical spine.

"Hah..." One of them was struck in the fifth cervical vertebra by a throwing knife and collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

The dagger pierced the other person's shoulder, penetrating the scapula, accompanied by a cracking sound; the third and fourth ribs broke. [Inflicts 52 damage]

"ah...!!"

Before the pain could even register, the man struggled to get up, but was immediately decapitated by the Imperial Greatsword that Grimm had summoned without hesitation. Hot blood gushed out and splattered all over the ground, and the headless body collapsed to the ground again. The head rolled twice in the cold soil, and in its dying moments, it had a miserable appearance with its mouth wide open and its eyes rolled back.

"Hah..." The other man's cervical spine was broken but he didn't die. He kept twitching on the ground, twisting his uncoordinated limbs, looking like a deformed monster.

Green sneered as he approached him step by step, his eyes wide with terror. With a swift motion, he severed his limbs, pulled the throwing knife from his hand, shoved the Imperial Greatsword into his mouth, tore open his lips, and pried open his mouth. Amidst his agonizing screams, he gouged out his tongue.

Letting him die like this is too easy for him. He should be allowed to writhe around like a worm, cursed by those he once bullied, and die little by little in despair. Green stood up, sneered, and kicked the bastard worm aside.

He needed to clean up the scene; after all, the greatsword's blade was too conspicuous. Looking at the severed limbs and the infant boiling in the pot, and then at the corpses of these scumbags, he thought, "Since that's the case, why not give them a taste of their own medicine?"

.........

Green quickly dealt with everything. The sun had already risen above the horizon, and he had no time to deal with these matters. He placed the infant's remains beside the woman, took off his blood-stained cloak and covered the bodies of the mother and child, and gently closed her eyes.

"I have avenged you. Rest in peace. May the goddess of justice, Astalia, guide your soul."

Although it's unclear whether the goddess of justice can reach this place, it's still a form of prayer, at least that's how the people of Barkley pray for the deceased.

Green covered the mother and son's faces with his cloak, wiped the blood off the weapons, and quickly got up and left.

Perhaps, perhaps what killed this mother and child was not only the sins of the world, but also their own unintentional kindness.

Because... gentleness and kindness seem so out of place in this dog-eat-dog world.