Berserk: The Prophet

Chapter 191 Burning Dreams

Hickel looked at the two of them blankly, thinking they were playing a game. After Edward gave him a warning look, Green nodded and was released.

"Whoa, whew... whew..."

Feeling suffocated and lacking oxygen, Green opened his mouth and gasped for breath, realizing that if he really spoke out, this man might actually strangle him to death.

"What happened? Edward, stop bullying the child. Come and have something to eat." Hickel covered his mouth and chuckled at Green's expression.

“...Okay.” Seeing Hickel’s happy expression, Edward stopped worrying about what had just happened. Hickel probably hadn’t heard the conversation, right? Edward breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had always wanted to find an opportunity to confess his feelings to Hickel, but...sigh.

As Green ate, he would glance at Edward and then at Hickel every now and then, thinking to himself: Edward actually likes Hickel so much. Even though they are childhood sweethearts, this possessiveness... I guess I'll have to keep a closer eye on this guy in the future.

Hickel noticed Green's subtle movements and assumed he was still angry with Edward, so he gently patted his head and said, "Hanks, don't be angry. Edward was just joking with you."

When Edward heard Hickel say that, he quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, I was just joking with him, I wouldn't really bully him."

But in his heart he was thinking, "You brat, if you dare tell Hickel what just happened, you'd better be ready to get a beating."

Sure enough... a man's gentle and refined manners are all an act for the person he likes.

"Hmm...uh." Green didn't take it to heart and continued chewing his food, giving a muffled reply. However, his eyes kept darting around, observing the changes in the two people's expressions. His gossipy mind was still wondering if Edward and Heechul's relationship had progressed further.

Edward would steal glances at Hickel every now and then, a faint blush on his face. Unfortunately, Hickel seemed oblivious to their subtle thoughts, simply smiling at them with tender eyes.

"By the way, Hanks, what are your plans for the future?" Hickel suddenly asked.

Green swallowed the food in his mouth and thought about it seriously. "I want to become stronger, like General Gurenbelud, to protect Grant and everyone else."

As the saying goes, one must speak human language to human beings and ghost language to ghosts. Green has truly learned from Cardi's teachings, and his outward appearance is impeccable. However, his desire to become stronger and protect those important to him is absolutely genuine.

"Edward must have told you that you'll be going with General Kirsten tomorrow, right?"

"Huh? He didn't tell me."

"Didn't you say?" Hickel looked at Edward suspiciously, while the latter looked around guiltily.

“It’s alright, it’s the same if I tell you now.” Hickel said to Green with a smile, “The Judas seem to be quite restless lately, and there may be another war soon. After our unanimous discussion, we have decided to train you well as Grant’s next general.”

“General Kirsten is the oldest and most outstanding general in our Grant Army. We grew up under his command. You will definitely learn a lot from him.”

Upon hearing this, Green remained silent for a long while. They truly considered him family...

"I will definitely try my best!" Green said firmly.

Despite their playful banter, Hickel and Edward exchanged a glance and both saw the admiration in each other's eyes.

Hickel gently patted Green on the shoulder. "I believe you can do it."

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness. Edward took off his coat and draped it over Hecker's shoulders.

Seeing this, Green couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Edward glared at him. "What are you laughing at? Hurry up and eat your food."

Green made a face and continued eating. After enduring more than three months of torture, Green, who was not fat to begin with, had become as thin as a bamboo pole. Tonight, for example, was a typical case of him getting special treatment.

Although it won't recover all at once, thankfully it's almost back to normal.

As the campfire gradually died down, the three figures appeared exceptionally serene under the moonlight. The road ahead was still long, but at this moment, their bond began to sprout.

After having a late-night snack, Green yawned. "I'm sleepy."

“Then go back and rest,” Hickel said.

The three of them got up and walked towards their lodgings. The moonlight shone on them, casting long shadows.

Back in his room, Green lay down on his bed and quickly fell asleep.

In my sleep, I seemed to hear distant murmurs, as if I were falling into a deep mountain and sinking into a scorching ocean current.

"Dragon..." "Dragon..." "King of Dragons..."

"The... overlord of dragons."

"...I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Green frowned in his sleep, as if he had fallen into the molten lava of a volcano, the totem on his chest became restless, and his body temperature became abnormal.

In his dream, he transformed into a four-legged, two-winged dragon, drinking deeply of hot, thick lava, roaring and howling with unbridled joy at the top of the volcano.

The totem on its chest rolled eerily in the darkness like a fire on charcoal, while the demonic sandworm was also burned by the sudden high temperature. It tried to bite through the blood vessels, but all it got was its mouthparts burned off by the blood. The thin stream of blood stained the flesh of its neck and burned part of the demonic eye. Unfortunately, the wound on the blood vessel healed quickly.

The intense heat emanating from Green quickly ignited the coarse wool blankets, burning them black until the smell of burning reached Bazso's nose.

Bazso opened his eyes alertly, and the sight before him shocked him—Green's bed was on fire, and the entire room was filled with thick smoke.

"Holy crap, boss, wake up! There's a fire!!"

Baziso immediately jumped out of bed, quickly grabbed the two buckets of water he had just filled that night, and splashed them at Green.

Green seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. He only slowly woke up when Bazzo said the fire was on, but his body felt incredibly heavy, as if he was about to fall asleep again at any moment.

It wasn't until Baziso splashed water on himself that he came to his senses, exclaiming, "Holy crap!! That's so cold!"

The fire was extinguished in time, but the room was filled with thick smoke. Bazzo, concerned for Green's safety, checked on him to see if he was injured.

Green coughed, his eyes glazed over, his mind still in a daze.

"Green, are you alright?" Bazzos asked.

Green shook his head, trying to clear his head. He looked at the bed, which was charred to a size roughly the same as his own, and felt a sense of confusion.

“I…I think I had a strange dream,” Green murmured.

Bazzo stared at Green, a question lingering in his mind: there was no open flame burning in the room.

......

Judas's Chester City, Sene.

Kadi was furious at Tokar, the captain of the Sea Beast Land Raiders Knights. Foolish, foolish! With the garrison at the "Dragon's Nest" showing no signs of weakening, he chose to lead a large number of engineers and artillery units in a direct assault.

"This is simply courting death!" Kadi cursed angrily, even if it were feasible, it would result in massive casualties.

He turned to look at the map, pondering a strategy.

Based on the battles before the merger, it was a battle that was bound to be lost. What makes Tokar think that he can take it by force with an army of 20,000?

The idea that coincided with Kadi's was naturally that of "Giant" Abekasis, but unfortunately he was not the current commander. Even though Tokal's attack plan seemed extremely foolish to both of them, they could only offer words of advice.

However, Tokar's muscular mind didn't care about the two men's opinions at all. He simply said, "My mind is made up," and hurriedly prepared for battle.

Kadi sat in a chair in the room, with only one candle lit, contemplating the potential battle losses and plans. He had already organized the known information through the listening and visual abilities of his Magic Eye.

Gurenbelludo was mostly in love with the witch of the "Fire Palace," while Heikell liked Gurenbelludo, and Edward, as the legion's strategist and the commander of all logistics, liked Heikell.

He also knew that General Kirsten regarded Gurenbeldo as his adopted son. A brilliant strategy was already taking shape in Kadi's mind. He smiled slightly, tucked his messy curly hair behind his ear, and let out a long sigh.

Who cares? Anyway, the fact that Judas's men have suffered countless casualties suits him just fine.

Suddenly, Kadi felt a dull pain in his chest, and a thick stream of black blood spurted out, staining the table and white paper.