Berserk: The Prophet

"Huff, huff, ha..."

Green finally escaped from the chaotic pile of refugees, leaning against the wall of the house behind him, panting heavily. He was almost knocked to the ground by the crowd several times, but he managed to stand up quickly by taking advantage of the crowd and run out.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The alarm on the city wall still went off. After all, it could only delay things for a while, and it was only a matter of time before the soldiers on duty or just strolling around discovered the commotion.

However, the mission is already accomplished, and he believes that Burkan, whose leg he crippled, will not survive Best's attack.

As the city gates swung open, the army arrived at the scene of the riot, followed by a massacre that needed no reason. With the army's intervention, the refugees realized the gravity of their mistake and fled in a frenzy, trampling their companions underfoot as they ran. The cries of agony and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the city.

The sounds of flesh being pierced and hacked to pieces, along with the soldiers' frenzied shouts of killing, formed a bloody symphony of reaping lives—a unique symphony that could only be heard in this era. Every minute, every second, even every single note, someone would lose their life for it.

Whether you are innocent or not, you are already deeply involved in this turmoil, like a fallen leaf drifting with the tide, unable to even control your own destiny.

The army stormed out, leaving the city undefended. Green, Best, and the others were quickly and secretly escorted back into the city by their accomplices. Meanwhile, Kadi had already begun his next move. He hadn't been idle for the past two weeks. The fact that Orse had been able to hold out on the border for so long meant it wouldn't become so easily captured just because the lord had changed.

Surrounded by soldiers, Yurith and Laban were rescued. Yurith was covered in wounds, his arm armor was torn to shreds, his armor was tattered, and his left leg was pierced by a sharp blade.

Laban lifted his right arm; the two men looked quite disheveled, covered in blood, but they had managed to pull through.

As the sounds of killing and the screams of the refugees faded into the distance, Laban ultimately did not take his anger out on them too much.

"Everyone stop it."

At Laban's command, the city's garrison gradually ceased wielding their knives, which had been reaping lives with sweeping, sweeping strokes.

"Lord Laban, Commander Yuris."

Everyone gathered around with concern, feeling ashamed of their dereliction of duty. Several even offered to help him up, but Laban shook his head and helped Yuris walk towards the castle. The knights responsible for guarding the castle also had numerous wounds, large and small. Looking at a few trusted knights who were relatively unharmed, Laban sent them to investigate the mastermind behind the incident. The afternoon's transfer was delayed because the murderers could not be let off so easily.

Laban and his men had just stepped into the city gate when a sudden change occurred. A muffled thud came from the city wall, followed by a tremor of the earth, causing the snowflakes and pebbles on the ground to tremble involuntarily.

"Bang!!" "Rumble!"

With a loud bang, a crack appeared in the city gate and city wall, and rocks rolled down.

"Run!! The city wall is collapsing!!!"

Not only did the outer walls of the castle collapse, but the thin stone wall and city gate in the city were also blown open.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Many guards who couldn't react in time were crushed into mincemeat by the boulders. In their last moments of sight, all they could see were large stones pressing down on them. At the moment the city walls collapsed, human life was as insignificant as that of an ant.

Laban reacted instantly to the earthquake, desperately trying to run inside with Yuris, but they were still knocked to the ground by the strong shock and impact of the collapsing city walls, amidst billowing smoke.

"Cough cough cough...Are you alright, Yuris?"

Laban scrambled to his feet, waving away the sand and dust that had gotten into his nose and eyes, and tried to help Yuris up.

"Ugh..." Yuris groaned in pain. Falling while wearing armor weighing over 20 kilograms was far more painful than a normal fall.

Laban raised his arms and shoulders to lift him up, but Yuris let out a painful cry.

"Ouch, be gentle, I think I hit my leg."

As the smoke cleared, Laban saw that Yuri's left leg armor was somewhat deformed from being hit by a small, sharp stone, and he would have to rest in bed for a while.

"Can I leave?"

“It’s…it’s OK.”

Yuris's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he tried to stand up. It was already quite an achievement that his legs could run over the falling rocks; the fact that he could still stand shakily was already a good thing.

Laban, feeling ashamed, glanced at the still somewhat panicked soldiers who had run over and gave them instructions.

"Use spears to make a stretcher and bring it over."

"Okay...okay!!" Several soldiers quickly made a stretcher. The cloth was just torn off at random, but it was sturdy enough. They laid it flat on a flat ground.

Several soldiers were about to move Yuri to a stretcher when, unexpectedly, Lord Laban swiftly carried Yuri to the stretcher in a princess carry.

Yuris: "...?!"

Yuri looked incredulous and bewildered. Did he not know that Lord Laban's arm strength was so terrifying?

"Alright, hurry up. Commander Yuris is badly injured. Get him back to the castle quickly. Be quick this time, or something like this will happen again."

"understand!"

Several soldiers quickly carried Yuris away. Having learned from the previous incident, they didn't dare to stop for a moment when entering the city. Fortunately, the same thing didn't happen again.

"Ugh."

Laban stood on the hillside, looking at the destroyed city walls and the collapsed city walls in the distance, and sighed. It seemed that Judas had come prepared this time. Even with spies and agents mixed in with the refugees, he was still able to successfully incite them. He was an extremely shrewd mastermind. It seemed that a tough battle was about to begin.

The guards outside the city panicked for a moment, looking at the collapsed city wall and still somewhat at a loss. However, they gradually walked out of the ruins to search for the remains of their unfortunate comrades and wait for Lord Laban's instructions. Laban, on the other hand, was filled with sorrow. He sat down on the hill and threw stones far away. Since this had already happened, he could only accept it.

Many of the refugees ran frantically to the city walls, while those behind, fearing being killed, pushed forward. Those pressed tightly against the city gates were even crushed and unable to move when the walls collapsed. Another group of helpless people died at the corners of the city walls. Wails filled the air, and many more were still in shock. Some were searching for the bodies of their loved ones, their faces numb. Many families were left with only one person, all alone and without any relatives.

Meanwhile, many tents outside the city collapsed during the turmoil, making the aid provided by the nobles seem like a joke.

Meanwhile, atop the arrow tower of the high tower, a man with short, light blue hair smiled slightly, teasing the kestrel he had just fed. He murmured a few obscure incantations in its ear before removing its blindfold. A fleeting red light flashed in the kestrel's eyes, and as if understanding its mission, it took flight with sharp eyes, soaring through the sky and flying into the distance.