Berserk: The Prophet

Chapter 169 Breakout

Just as the battle between the vanguard cavalry of the Barkley Alliance and the ambush troops of the Serpent Cult reached its climax, a distinctive dragon horn sound rang out from the forest.

"Woo——"

"I am Trunks, the Dragon Goddess of Justice, the God of War from Pence!! The time for counterattack has come! Warriors, assemble beneath the Holy Sword, and charge with me!!"

Trunks immediately unleashed the blessing of the Goddess of Justice, leading the Holy Dragon Knights and the heavy lancers from Pence to charge from the higher ground towards the Viper Heavy Archers of the Serpent Cult, who were still attacking from a distance.

Seeing that Trunks' troops had outflanked the Snake Cult's ambush, the cavalry of Barkley's allied forces cheered for the turn of events. In their hearts, they had already won half the battle.

Bujita knew things were bad. His troops were in an extremely poor position. If they didn't want to be completely overrun, they had no choice but to lead his Viper tribe to flee north into the jungle.

"...Damn it!" Even the Cobra Tyrant Desaro couldn't help but curse inwardly. He never liked fighting battles he wasn't sure he could win. However, it wasn't entirely hopeless to win now; there was still a chance to salvage the situation. But the price to win would be extremely high.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

At this moment, in the north of the jungle, Seranty, having received the message from Trunks, immediately rallied the infantry from Pence and Roseburg to begin a rapid march.

Only Peggy Ryder Reinazlte from Crest refused to join the operation. He believed that even if the Serpent Cult ambushed them, it would be futile and easily defeated. He was skeptical of the news and the operation, and he would not let his precious old soldiers from Crest go into battle.

Cut off from retreat, Bougita was plunged into despair. On one side was the chaotic battlefield, on the other, Trunks' iron cavalry, and on yet another, a doomed infantry formation. Thus, he had no choice but to face Trunks' iron cavalry head-on.

"kill!!"

Trunks' cavalry quickly penetrated the Viper heavy archer cavalry, cutting them off like wolves among sheep, relentlessly devouring the Viper cavalry force.

Even with his immense abilities, Bujita could only meet his end in the Northwest. Surrounded by countless Holy Dragon Knights, he was beheaded by Trunks's heavy halberd and rolled to the ground.

Meanwhile, the cunning Cobra Tyrant Desalo, seeing that the Barkley Alliance infantry had also arrived, abandoned his followers and fled towards Sunburst Harbor with a small group of elite Cobra knights.

He knew that Saintess Reis definitely had the power to save his life.

As the battle continued, the Snake Cult's ambush began to crumble, and Trunks' cavalry successfully broke through their lines, paving the way for the main force of the allied army after a fierce one-sided massacre.

Meanwhile, the remaining cavalry of the Serpent Cult scattered and fled into the dense forest, where they would face endless pursuit in Barkley's homeland.

"We won!!"

The soldiers erupted in deafening cheers, but Isole's face remained grim as he silently snorted at Trunks' victorious posture.

After the battle, the wounded and dead were temporarily left on both sides of the road, and the main force of the allied army quickly passed through the forest, their steps neat and steady. Everyone tacitly allowed Trunks to stand at the front of the column and lead the way, his eyes fixed on Sunburst Harbor.

"Forward!" Trunks' voice echoed through the ranks, his sword pointing into the distance.

"Forward!!" The Allied soldiers roared, their voices filled with power and determination.

Looking at Trunks walking ahead, Green couldn't help but feel a longing in his heart. He also wanted to become a general like Trunks, commanding thousands of soldiers.

No, perhaps his potential is far greater than that, thanks to the totem on his chest.

.........

"...Desalo, why did you only bring your personal guard back? Where is Burgeta?" Saintess Reis's voice carried a hint of doubt. Her intuition told her that things had not gone as smoothly as planned.

Desaro appeared at the edge of the camp, his expression urgent, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He had to explain the situation to the saintess as soon as possible.

"It's too late to worry about him now, he's probably dead. Our ambush was foiled by that guy named Trunks!!"

"Bugita went to cover my retreat, Your Majesty, let's hurry back to Alama." Desaro's expression was urgent, his guards and his face were still covered in mud and blood, and he put on an expression that he had done his best.

Of course, the bloodstains were left when they killed their own deserters. If everyone ran away that fast, who would cover their retreat? How could he possibly escape?

Saintess Reis frowned, her heart filled with doubt and unease. She knew that Desaro and Bugita were both elites of the Serpent Cult, and their defeat meant that the enemy's strength was indeed not to be underestimated. She could not gamble.

"How could this be?" Reis's voice was filled with disbelief as she gripped the tent flap tightly with her fingers.

Seeing Saintess Reis in this state, Desaro lowered his head, feeling a sense of shame and self-reproach. As for what exactly he was ashamed of... no one knew.

“...They seem to have been prepared.” Desaro’s voice was low and frustrated. He just didn’t want the saintess to be too disappointed in him. He should have thought more carefully about Bougita’s concerns at the time.

Saintess Reis took a deep breath. She knew that now was not the time to assign blame; they had to retreat immediately.

"Pass on my order: all troops must retreat immediately. We are returning to Alama," Saint Reis's voice echoed through the camp.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers sprang into action, packing up their camp and preparing to retreat. Reis stood in the center of the camp, her gaze fixed intently on the distant forest.

“Your Grace, Barkley’s allied forces will likely arrive soon. We must leave some men behind to cover the rear.” Desaro’s deep green vertical pupils were full of calculation as he looked at the giant python army that was still charging headlong into Radiant Sun Port.

"...I know, the goddess once gave me an order."

“At least, we have to leave something behind, hiss…” Saintess Reis’s gaze also turned toward Radiant Harbor. Her secret message had been conveyed to the Horned Viper Vanguards who served as her personal guards.

.........

Inside Yaoyang Port, the roadblocks and the counterattack squad that had been dispatched were still nowhere to be seen, and the last arrows were about to run out.

Aleris frowned. The giant serpent warriors had breached the city gates, and a continuous stream of troops was pouring into the town, pushing battering rams and preparing to besiege the Cabinet Fortress where they were located!