Berserk: The Prophet

Chapter 322 Blood Eagle Bathed in Fire

The executioner strapped Kadi to the stone platform and sliced ​​two gashes down his spine with his broadsword. Blood trickled down as his skin and muscles were evenly cut open, revealing his pale ribs.

Then the executioner took out a large axe and cut off the ribs attached to the spine one by one, making sure that Kadi did not die during the torture.

With each fall of the axe, Kadi's body could be clearly seen trembling slightly.

Green's eyelids bulged as he watched, and everyone present was too horrified by the bloody scene to utter a sound.

When the completely broken ribs made a clear and terrifying sound of muscle tearing as the executioner forcefully turned them outward, everyone present gasped.

Immediately afterwards, within those outward-flaring ribs, two scarlet air sacs were weakly expanding and contracting, appearing against the backdrop of the twelve ribs and flesh, like a bloodied eagle spreading its wings...

Even Minister Hoss frowned deeply; from his perspective, it was a blood eagle made of human flesh...

The things the heretics had come up with were truly horrifying; even Hoss felt his eyes had been defiled. He was going to church later to atone for his sins and seek God's forgiveness.

"Execute him by burning!!" As Minister Hoss's voice fell, the executioner began to prepare to remove the "Blood Eagle" from the stone platform. It was clear that the executioner did not dare to touch Kadi's flesh, for fear of soiling himself.

The chains around Kadi's neck and hands rattled in the wind. Though kneeling in a pool of blood, he still held his head high, gazing at the last sun of his life.

Karina, unwilling to suffer humiliation in prison, and even less to be insulted in front of him, smashed her head against the wall and died in his arms. It seems he had never been a good husband.

As his gaze swept across the crowd, it briefly met Green's.

Green's Adam's apple bobbed slightly behind his mask.

That glance was like a poisoned arrow. Green almost thought the other man had recognized him through the disguise, but Cardi was soon roughly dragged to the stake by the executioner, and three iron shackles hung him in mid-air.

His blood continued to drip, falling onto the still-unlit firewood.

Despite the immense pain involved, Green saw a look of relief on Cardi's face.

Looking at the bloody scene, Green felt a chill run through his body. He bit his lip and clenched his fists tightly.

What were his true feelings?

Soon, the torches ignited the firewood, and an image of a "blood eagle bathed in fire" was etched into everyone's mind. The scene was just like the symbol of the Dharma King's Hall burning in the flames.

Green was utterly shocked by the scene before him. He didn't know what words to use to describe it; to call it art was too bloody and cruel.

It was cruel, but the look of relief on that person's face was a little too much... as if they had received some kind of redemption.

...Have you found relief from this endless cycle of revenge?

.........

Green returned to the inn, and as expected, after the verdict in the Judas assassin case was announced, the gates of Windam were reopened by the guards, and many caravans would be setting off today.

Green returned to his room and sat on the edge of the bed, the scene of Cardi being tortured still replaying in his mind.

Forget it, stop thinking about it. Let's just pack our bags and leave.

After all that had happened, he had no desire to do business in Wyndam anymore and just wanted to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible.

A knock came at the door, interrupting Green's thoughts once again: "Who is it?"

“It’s me, Jacob.” “Everything is ready, just waiting to depart.”

Green got up, opened the door, looked at Jacob who was more solemn than ever before, and nodded.

“Okay, let’s go.” He glanced around the room to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything important, then picked up his luggage and followed Jacob out of the room.

"Hmm, you don't look too good. Were you frightened by that scene?" Jacob's observation skills have always been excellent; otherwise, Green wouldn't have sent him to carry out those reconnaissance tasks.

Green remained silent, unsure of what was wrong with him, as it wasn't the first time he'd witnessed such a bloody scene.

"Well, I was actually quite startled too. This kind of punishment is something only heretics back home would do." The two walked along the hotel corridor, the wooden floorboards under their feet creaking slightly.

“Hmm.” Green nodded coldly. Although he knew Jacob was probably trying to comfort him, he really wasn’t in the mood for his usual eloquent conversation, and the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

Jacob also wisely kept quiet; perhaps some things can only be resolved by thinking them through himself.

The young master is so pitiful. He lost his biological parents at a young age and has to endure so much at such a young age...

Jacob silently wiped away Green's tears in his heart, clenching his fists. He was determined to help his young master even more diligently!

Upon arriving at the inn lobby, Green saw some caravan members busily organizing their goods, preparing to embark on their journey. Their faces bore a mixture of weariness and anticipation, perhaps all longing to leave this place that had witnessed bloodshed and cruelty as soon as possible.

Stepping out of the hotel, the sun shone on him, but Green felt no warmth at all. The streets were still bustling with people, the shouts of caravans, the sound of horses' hooves, and the conversations of pedestrians all mingled together, seemingly no different from usual.

Looking at the mules and packhorses with their ears perked up, the familiar smell of horse manure washed away the bloody stench from Green's mind.

"Xilulu——"

When the horse saw its master arrive, it bared its mouth wide, and its elastic lips gently touched Green's face, smearing him with saliva.

"Whoa." Green touched the somewhat dry horse hair. The temperature difference in the weather was too great, and it had been a long time since he had bathed these horses. The smell of dried sweat and horse manure was inevitable.

Looking at these carefree horses, Green felt somewhat healed.

Jacob watched Green interact with the horses, a slight smile playing on his lips, thinking that perhaps these horses could cheer Green up.

"Young master, when we get outside the city, we can find a place to clean them up, so they'll be more comfortable on the journey."

These warhorses were covered in mud and cheap dye. The grooms, disguised as wagon drivers, were really putting them through the wagons, having to fight and haul goods at the same time.

Green nodded and led the horses and Jacob toward the city gate, with Corribo and the knights following closely behind.

Although things don't always go as planned, Green can now focus on the future. Even though Griffith hasn't started doing anything yet, he and Gus need to make plans early.

Alas, although he knew that Griffith would become the Hand of God and wreak havoc on the world, he found that he couldn't bring himself to kill Griffith now, especially after realizing the shameful things he had done in the past.

In short, all he wants now is for them to never see each other again.