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Chapter 56: Undying

Sharon could clearly see it in his eyes that Makoto was hiding something.

She was currently sitting right next to him and he had just explained that they didn't have to worry and that everything was alright but she knew that was not all of it.

There was something he could not tell her and this realization hurt her more than it should but she kept quiet about it.

Until now, Sharon always shared everything with Makoto and she had thought that he did the same but clearly that was not the case, or at least not with absolutely everything.

It was clear that whatever he hid from her had to do with his mental illness and his erratic and cruel behavior from before.

Quite a few ideas presented themselves in her mind but she didn't want to judge her boyfriend without hearing his side of the story first so she just nodded and faked a bright smile to show him that she understood.

After having quite a bit of experience in life she was not narrow minded enough to make a scene or force it out of him.

Things that you can't even tell to your family either come from the person willingly or not at all, it had been the same with her when she talked with a psychologist about her previous 'stalker'.

Still, even with knowing all of that it still hurt.

Her Sapphire blue eyes grew moist for a moment before she blinked it away and started to focus on something else.

The entire evening she sometimes glanced towards Makoto, in hopes of reading him a bit better and understanding his problems but he played this farce quite well, laughed loud over jokes and he always had the hint of a smile on his face even when it didn't reach his eyes.

After logging out a bit to prepare some fast food before the second day of the defense, Sharon was deep in thought the entire time.

Naturally she had seen him act aggressive and a bit cruel in battle before but never to the degree that he had shown yesterday, once again it begged the question if that person had even been Makoto, her feelings told her yes but her mind was unable to forget the gleeful smile as he brought pain and suffering to others.

It was the exact same expression that her 'stalker' had when he pressed her on the bed...

Feeling a cold shiver run down her spine she shifted her attention away from that rather dark corner of her mind and quietly ate her food.

Back inside the game she could once again feel tension in her body as she grasped her bow tightly.

Even when she knew that it was not real, all of her senses told her that it was, she could smell the sweat of the surrounding men in armor, the stench of the dead and the overall fear that loomed over the entire Stronghold.

Being a part of a Siege was a terrifying event that filled her with more fear than she was ready to admit.

Even in Azalon, dying was not painless and a part of you could feel death slowly creep up at the end, it was beyond scary experiencing this.

Her thoughts since yesterday had all been rather gloomy and it took quite a bit of willpower to stay positive.

Even more so after she saw the entire Sarachec army for the first time.

Thousands of foreign faces stared at her, glaring and cursing her, shouting all at the same time in a cacophony of madness.

A wave of killing intent from these 30 thousand Soldiers hit her with a might that made her take more than one step back just like the rest of Squad 40, only Makoto seemed to be completely unaffected and glared back at them instead.

Once again the question how he could be so fearless formed in Sharon's mind as she looked at her boyfriend.

In a game as real as this there was no distinction between false and right.

Your instincts got tricked to the point were every alarm bell in her head rang and told her to run for her life after seeing so many enemies that wanted to kill her without a doubt.

Once again Makoto quickly took control of the situation and gave a few orders to elevate the overall morale.

Seeing him so calm and collected also helped Sharon to keep it together and she was soon enough busy with using one Skill after the other and raining down a barrage of arrows on the incredible amount of Sarachec Soldiers.

The battle continued for many minutes and thankfully they only had to face 1 thousand instead of the 30 thousand.

More and more, hope started to appear in her heart as the ranks within the enemy group started to visibly thin out and she was able to focus a few shots on the few that made it atop the wall.

Sharon was about to shout towards Makoto that they would easily be able to hold the gate at this rate but the words didn't want to leave her mouth.

The moment she looked to her right she could see him pushing a ladder away before taking a running jump and finally landing between hundreds of enemy Soldiers.

All of this happened in a mere moment and Sharon could feel how the fear inside of her heart quickly escaped out of her throat.

"No, Makoto!"

Her voice was filled with incredible pain and fear and more than one Soldier on the wall turned around to look in the same direction as her after hearing it.

It was a game, all of this was not real but it could show her boyfriends death in terrifying detail and that was something that would haunt her in her dreams for sure.

Putting both hands on the small stone slap before her and leaning as far forwards as she could, Sharon stared down below were Makoto had disappeared in a jumble of bodies.

It couldn't be, right? This was all a dream, right?

.....

For the first few seconds no one attacked him.

The enemy Soldiers all around him simply were too stunned to even move when they saw him jumping off the wall and landing right in their midst.

That was beyond heroic, it could be called plain stupid and no one had the slightest idea if what they saw was real.

Makoto decided to not give them any chance to recover and quickly put every ounce of strength into his sword as he spun around on one knee.

Countless system windows appeared before him, telling him that he hit more than 11 different Sarachec Soldiers but that was not the point for him, all he wanted to do was push them back with the pain and that was also what he achieved.

Activating 'Blood Rush' as fast as he could, Makoto slipped through the ranks and quickly ran to the gate where the battering ram would be in a few moments.

Sadly this short distance was impossible to pass through without taking a good dozen sword strikes to his body or back.

Together with his rather decent armor, high Vitality and incredible regen, no one hit did more than 150 Damage and he was able to heal through it all without any trouble.

After finally reaching his target, Makoto didn't hesitate and attacked the level 29 Foot Soldiers that carried the heavy log without mercy.

Critical hit!

1261 Damage dealt!

763 Damage dealt!

801 Damage dealt!

With a few quick attacks two Soldiers fell to the ground limply and the other two were unable to carry it alone so with a loud *thud* the device was dropped to the ground.

At this point, Makoto successfully drew the attention of each and every Soldier around him.

They all looked at him with absolute hatred after identifying him as a Noble of Asuria, judging by his human appearance and the Crimson Spider Crest that was on his armor.

Soon enough instead of picking the battering ram back up they instead attacked him from all sides and he found himself backed against the damaged gate behind him while swords, spears and other weapons hacked against him viciously.

With anger welling up in his entire being as the Beast inside of him went on a rampage, Makoto trusted his instincts and battle experience to dodge most of the attacks while he used his own Sword left and right without discrimination like a mad berserker.

Blood gushed all around him as 'Cursed Blade' opened many new wounds but it was not only his enemies that bled.

Dozens of long wounds and gashes appeared on his entire body as his armor was broken apart.

Within seconds his health dropped below 40% and his regeneration finally fully kicked in, healing a ridiculous amount of hp each second but it was not enough while facing hundreds of bloodthirsty Sarachec Soldiers.

Above him he could hear the shouts and cries of Squad 40 and his Party as they were only able to watch the cruel massacre of their Captain.

Naturally Lilliana, Sharon and the 15 Archers on the wall tried their best to kill as many enemies as they could but they would never be able to do it in time and even if, they sure as hell did not possess enough arrows or Mana to sustain this kind of battle forever.

Unable to do anything at all they watched as Makoto battled against 23 Soldiers at the same time, his sword a tempest in a storm of never-ending swords and spears.

Weaving his body to the right and left he was able to dodge quite a few attacks but not all, yet another spear shoved itself beneath his armor and into his gut before being pulled out with a disgusting sound.

Many times windows appeared telling him that his Evasiveness stat had neglected some damage but it was not enough either.

A sword hit his face and he could feel half his cheek being chipped off before his reflex kicked in and he dodged the rest of the attack.

Time after time more and more wounds appeared on his body and a river of blood appeared beneath him, drenching the ground and his entire body in crimson red while the light in his eyes increased every second.

Roaring like a cornered Beast, Makoto unleashed his Willpower stat in conjunction with 'Blood Rush' and the effect was immediate as a good dozen or so Soldiers died after only 2 seconds.

He was able to sustain his Willpower transformation for a bit more than 5 seconds so after finally having a short reprieve and no longer pinned against the iron gate, with yet another roar he actually started to push back the mass of enemies and his Squad could only watch with open mouths.

Without any form or grace, no martial art or technique aiding him he pushed back an army of hundreds of enemy Soldiers while viciously slashing all around him.

His health soon enough hit 20%, still drastically dropping but a lot slower than before.

After the Willpower stat ended he could feel his body weaken again right away but that did not stop Makoto in the least, borrowing from the constant surge of power from within him he put both hands oh the handle of his sword and his attacks once again gained even more speed as 'Blood Rush' entered the second stage and his movement as well as attack speed increased by 7.5%.

This was around the time when the Sarachec Soldiers started to notice that something was off.

Dozens of Soldiers had fallen to this single man but even more than that, hundreds of attacks had disfigured him and probably bled him dry of blood more than 3 times but he became moe vicious with every attack he received.

His face and body was one mess of cuts and gashes.

Only the crimson light in his eyes that constantly increased was the thing that was undamaged but never the less he just didn't die.

War was a frightening thing and fighting each day against enemy Soldiers even more so but this, this was simply terrifying.

More and more Soldiers all around the Gate and before Makoto started to back off, their faces clearly showed incredible disbelief and fear as they watched this Monster from hell that slaughtered their comrades but seemed to be unable to die himself.

Countless windows informed Makoto about putting the 'Fear' effect on quite a few enemies but he dismissed them with a growl, his face was twisted and pure killing intent emanated from his body.

After finally stopping their attacks the Sarachec Soldiers saw that the body from the man healed before their very eyes in a matter of seconds, wounds closed up, gashes disappeared just like that, only the blood remained, dying the man before them in the same crimson red that shimmered on the Crest that he was wearing.

"Demonspawn!"

"Undying Monster!"

A few of them shouted in absolute fear and took a step back but to their dismay, Makoto instead took two steps forward.

Uncaring to the shocked expressions behind him on the wall from his Squad or in front of him from the Saraches Soldiers he quickly shortened the distance between him and the enemy army and engaged once again in slaughter.

Only this time it was the Sarachec Army that felt like they were cornered against a wall as their own allies made it impossible to dodge.

"R-Retreat! Fall back!"

The Commander of the group finally said and with a sigh of relieve the Soldiers started to turn around.

This time of short reprieve only lasted a few seconds before once again death screams resounded behind them, with an expression of extreme awe and fear everyone present, no matter Asurian or Sarachec watched as Makoto chased the retreating group.

Apparently unwilling of letting them go this easily he hacked his way through the ranks and once again the 'Fear' status increased, further lowering the enemies stats.

Without any mercy he ran after the sprinting and completely terrified Soldiers, killing those that fell behind while putting the fear of god into the rest.

After nearly getting out of sight of the South-East wall he finally stopped and with a terrifying roar stood there, panting deeply while his crimson eyes dimmed once again.

After many minutes Makoto returned with slow steps, incredible fatigue hit his body while his mind slowly but surely returned.

He could clearly remember all of his actions but it was not his power alone that let him survive today.

Deep in thought and soar all over, it took him a while to understand the shouts from the wall, the closer he came the louder they got until he could hear the screams of Squad 40 clearly.

"Undying! Undying! Undying! Undying!"

Without stopping they repeated this one word and he could see expressions of joy and awe on their faces as they all chanted as loud as they could.

With this battle of the second day, Makoto earned himself a new title.

He didn't receive it from the system so it was not official but Squad 40 as well as the surviving Sarachec Soldiers would not forget the man with the Crimson Spider Crest on his chest, a monster of inhuman proportions that they would forever remember as the 'Undying'!

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And that is todays Chapter :D

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