Berserk: The Prophet

As the view became clearer, many other nobles from the soup kitchens had already returned home. Only Laban and his men were still personally distributing alms. The twenty-odd knights and dozens of guards could be seen guarding the surroundings rigorously. Perhaps many people would die on this mission; no, it was inevitable.

If there weren't enough reinforcements, I might have accidentally lost my life here. No wonder he's such a heartless boss, Cardi. If I want to survive, I have to slip away and shake off the guards as soon as I succeed.

Green didn't know exactly how many people Cardi had assigned to this mission, and he was on edge, waiting for Best's hint at any moment. He was only one step away from the soup kitchen.

"kill!!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh" "Pfft"

Several men in black, mixed among the refugees, pulled out concealed weapons and crossbow bolts from their robes and shot several guards in the throat. The knights, thanks to the better protection of their plate armor, were mostly hit by arrows that barely pierced their flesh. Most of the arrows were aimed at Laban and his two companions, but the three of them reacted immediately the moment the battle began and quickly crouched under the soup kitchen. Bulkan was hit in the left shoulder, while Laban and Yuris, who were quick enough to dodge, only suffered minor cuts to their cheeks.

"Damn it!! You nobles are actually putting stones into the porridge! It's just watery soup every day! We haven't had a proper meal in days!"

"So many people freeze to death every day! And now you want to drive us out of the city! I'll fight you to the death!!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, bringing the chaotic atmosphere to its peak. Several people in the front row threw their bowls and scalding hot porridge at the guards' faces. After firing a round of hidden weapons, a dozen or so men in black mixed in with the group rushed forward, pulled out daggers from their waists, overturned the porridge stall, and swiftly slashed the throats of several knights and guards. Meanwhile, the experienced knights quickly drew their swords and engaged the men in black in fierce combat.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The instant Best released his grip and pulled out his dagger, Green followed suit, drawing his own dagger and leaping into the dilapidated soup kitchen with Best.

The refugees around them, who had been numb with excitement, seemed to have been provoked. For the past few days, the porridge they had been given had been thin and watery. After hearing what the instigators said, they seemed to be awakened in an instant. The anger that had been accumulating deep in their hearts for a long time seemed to erupt all at this moment. Only those refugees who had just received thick porridge were still smug and looked back at the riot behind them with blank expressions.

Immediately afterwards, before he could even have a hot meal, he was forced into the frenzied shoving of the refugees, squeezed under the guards' sharp spears, and pierced through the body.

Before he could utter a sound, the bowl and porridge in his hands spilled onto the ground. He lay there with his mouth agape, incredulously clutching his pierced body, ending his tragic life. He didn't even have time to cry out in pain before his head flew high into the air, accompanied by the last tear in the corner of his eye.

Behind him, countless blindly angry refugees trampled his body and rushed towards the guards. The once invincible guards had their necks broken and were torn apart by the frenzied refugees.

Ping-ping! Ping-ping!

Inside the dilapidated soup kitchen, three people were being beaten by a group of assassins. The assassins' purpose was very clear. The three people already had many large and small wounds on their bodies, and several corpses of men in black lay on the ground. The knights were also fighting back. The outer guards were almost unable to stop the frenzied refugees. The soldiers on the outermost watchtower of the castle also noticed this unusual situation. Just as they were about to ring the bell on the watchtower, their comrades behind them covered their mouths and slit their throats.

"Ho..."

The guard died before he could even think about why, and the same scene was playing out all over the outer city walls.

"Those damned lowly commoners are causing trouble too! Hiss, die!!"

Burkan cursed loudly, his left arm slashed again by the assassin. He stabbed the assassin to death with a backhand. Luckily, the assassin wasn't in plain clothes, or he would have been dead long ago.

Yuris gritted his teeth, never expecting such a response after all the resources they had prepared. He suddenly didn't know how to view the people of Midland anymore.

Laban, as a general of the front-line troops, had seen all sorts of things, but he was somewhat surprised that these refugees had been incited to rebel. He regretted not bringing more men with him. As the leader of the Akro Knights, he was quite capable of protecting himself and was the one who was the least injured among the three.

"Retreat to outside the soup kitchen!!"

The three men turned their backs to each other, and for a moment they couldn't find any openings. The assassins around them also found it difficult to make a move. Meanwhile, Green was lying in ambush in the dilapidated soup kitchen, looking for an opportunity. The three of them reacted quickly. As soon as Green and Best entered the soup kitchen, they saw that the three of them had already drawn their swords and were fighting. Now the fight had reached outside the soup kitchen.

"What a hassle." Green clicked his tongue, but he remained patient. If the mission failed, he could just run away. He touched the throwing knife he had retrieved from the group of people. The system notification had changed to a curved throwing knife, but that was fine as long as it worked.

"Ping"

The throwing knife struck Bulkan's armor and bounced off with a crisp sound. [You dealt 0 damage]

Green: “......”

Sure enough, it's more effective against people who have no armor.

Without causing any real damage, and almost stabbing Best in the butt as he was about to enter, Best turned around and glared at Green. Then he used the dagger in his hand as a throwing knife to take down a knight who had his back to them. He then took out the forked daggers from his waist and, together with the others, tightened the encirclement. With Best joining the fray, the battle situation clearly became more favorable. The three of them gradually became exhausted, and the gap between them widened.

Green seized the opportunity and charged forward with his dagger. No one would notice the small child in the chaos. The dagger pierced the joint between the thigh bone and tibia of Burkan's left leg, which was unarmored. He quickly pulled it out and ran away. The knights had already killed most of the assassins around him. If he didn't run away now, it would be too late before they could react.

Green, with his small stature, slipped into the crowd so easily that no one could grab him. The refugees, on the other hand, pushed and shoved forward in a chaotic frenzy, whether driven by the crowd or truly in a frenzy, all vying for food at the soup kitchen.

"Don't try to take it from me!" "It's mine!"

The chaotic refugees huddled together, crawling on the ground to grab porridge, some even licking the ground. Countless stampedes occurred, and the cries of women and infants were drowned out by the screams and violent looting of the crowd.

"Ughhhhh!!!" *Ping*

A sudden, sharp pain in his left leg caused Burkan to kneel on one knee. He stubbornly continued to use his sword to block Best's spear, but unfortunately, he was exhausted and was kicked to the ground by Best. Unfortunately, Laban and Yuris were already preoccupied with their own problems.

"Bulkan!!" *Pfft*

Despite being exhausted, he instinctively pointed his sword at the enemy and slashed Best's waist, but Burkan's throat was still pierced by the fork.

This shrewd lord did not die on the battlefield, but rather died a miserable death in an assassination attempt, his eyes filled with resentment.

Meanwhile, the knights around them gradually charged forward. Best knew that this was the greatest success they could achieve, so he led his men into the refugee camp to retreat. The unfortunate soul could only bite open the poison sac in his mouth to commit suicide and suffer less.