Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king-Chapter 60: Untitled

"Why are they letting him tank all the attacks?" The Slayers at long range complained looking at a particular towering individual taking hits after hits from the mythic serpent.

Heavy strikes, light ones, and even devastating ones. This kid was able to tank them all by himself giving the other tanks a lot of space to breathe…however it was more than that.

It seemed like he was supposefully putting himself in harms way.

But Thane seemed to be in agreement with these reckless acts. Did he not care about the consequences of what would happen if this guy died?

"He’s almost there, we should prepare" Vipers voice resounded next to thane as her hand pressed against two scythes on her side.

The plan was to stall the beast for time, wait for Dorn or the wayfarer to be free enough to help them. But now….there seemed to be a change in the situation.

This mythic beast seemed to be heavyily injured from the start as a huge chunk had been taken out from the serpents neck.

It was a gruesome wound, but also a massive opportunity.

If Thane was able to kill this mythic beast….he would level up surely.

"Yeah, we should fall in"

Barthold, stood bloodied and beaten with blood steeping from all corners of his amour in the middle of the battlefield . His hand was barely holding on to his mace.

However, the determination in his eyes did not falter, he was never under the illusion that he could hold down the beast from the front all by himself.

But his class aspect had certain conditions that needed to be met for him to activate it.

Thanks to the beast infront he had just about reached the level.

"Blood-bound berserker" Barthold muttered under his breath and not even a second later a terrifying roar sounded from his lungs.

-roar!!!!

It sounded like him, but at the same time….it wasn’t.

A red pulsating energy erupted from the very core of his muscles as a giant colossal version of himself made from pure raging energy emerged.

It couldn’t really be considered the same size as the beast in front, but it did rival the form in which his brothers took when fighting against beasts.

"Now!!" Smashing his mace against his shield, Bartholds eyes became filled with uncontrollable rage and he and his massive apparition dashed towards the mythical serpent with all his might.

On impact, he delivered a blunt attack to the creatures head, knocking to the side and revealing that gashing wound on the side of its neck.

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-boom

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His attacks were powerful and brutal, the enegy he radiated made every human around him feel a tense fear in the hearts as they saw the kid push himself to the limit.

Blood-bound berserk was a special class he didn’t go looking for.

Instead it had been granted to him the moment he became a slayer. At that time, he didn’t know whether to accept it or go with the ritual as usually decitated by the family.

He had a tough decision to make, either go on his own path and carve out a way through it with his own bear hands or follow the path of his family and fade into

The shadows of his elder brothers like everyone else.

He chose the former, and was chastised for it. Berserker was not a pure tank class, he was Sulliing the reputation of the family…all of that bull crap.

Thankfully he was able to meet Victoria who basically took him away from all that as she saw promise in him.

No longer did he need to remain in the shadows of that family, with his new found power, he could go above it. He could be truly powerful.

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The blood inside his vails boiled as he sent attack after attack at the beast stunning it for several good seconds. It wasn’t enough to keep it down forever, but it was enough for two consecutive attacks.

-woosh

A young girl with a pear of scythes appeared beside the serpent and slashed at its wound, immediately opening it up and causing the serpent to flinch in a bid to control the bleeding.

"Not so fast" Barthold smashed at the head once again breaking the bend and reexposing the wound.

"Die"

As soon as that happened, a tall figure in black amour appeared in the air next to the wound, a great sword in his hand drawn back.

With a massive strike, he cut through the very flesh of the already opened wound, cracking at the bones and tearing the tissues.

Thane was not weak, in fact, aside from him there was no one more powerful amongst the Blacksteel lords children. That is exempting those who were capped at Red of course.

And even that was for a time….until he reached that level

Himself.

-roaaa

The mythic serpent tried to struggle, as it wiggled around for dear life. Unfortunately, this wound of its, which had almost taken its life before finally gave it to the sword of thane.

Thane and his company had successfully killed a mythic beast.

Several hours later in the night,

The battle in the day had taken a toll on them, several slayers had died, but not too much to be considered a threat, however, they were enough for the morale of the troop to dampen.

Even though they had succeeded in killing five whopping mythic creatures. It was all with the help of the wayfarer and Dorn.

They hadn’t even entered the gate and they were already losing people it was disheartening. Nevertheless they had no choice so camp was quickly set up as several utility slayers began the process of building the fortified walls.

Meanwhile, inside of a particular tent, Guilliman and the rest could be seen seated or laying down in different positions.

The day was tiring, Barthold was being treated for injuries, Guilliman was sharping some knives and the others just wanted rest.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen"

Unfortunately, fate had decreed otherwise