The Apocalyptic Command: A Military Isekai LitRPG

The soldier with a pained expression looked over the two ghouls in front of him, menacing as ever. With a blade in his right hand and a shield in the other, he gripped it tightly as it was the only way for him to live, his very own lifeline. He thought of his family and tried to think of the elapsed time since the attack, and he thought. That enough time has passed, and so the dead might rise now.

Thus, even so, he wanted to cling to hope, and if not, he would attempt to take out more ghouls so that even when he rose once, his dead body would at the very least add more ghouls than what his dead body added to the population of ghouls. Right now, there might be billions or even trillions of ghouls around the world, or so they say, and he believes so. All his life, the very same walls and the same sky he saw.

With that thought in mind, he once again stared at the things in front of him and thought to himself,

'This might not be a bad place to die after all'. With labored breathing, he smiled. It might not be bad to die just to save the rest of civilization; such thoughts ran through the feeble myriad's mind.

With determination and tenacity, he gripped his weapons tightly and moved forward. The ghouls, upon seeing the soldier moving, back off with extreme caution, as they remembered that three other ghouls and many more were killed by the soldier earlier, and so it must be extremely skilled and must not be underestimated.

He stepped forward, and the ghoul stepped backward. This repeated for a few moments until the two ghouls looked over at each other, and both of them suddenly went to the opposite side of each other. Upon breaking out, he looked at what was happening and had his mind calculate what was happening.

With a click in his mind, he realized what it was, and so without giving a second thought, he jumped and rolled forward, during which he unfortunately let go of the shield. Just as he looked over to see where he was, he saw that two ghouls went through it just in time, he was able to stand up.

The ghouls, upon having their plan countered, looked on with annoyance. Unfortunately for them, as they were about to readjust their movement, they were once again countered immediately by the soldier. They knew he dropped the shield, and so, because of their knowledge, they thought he would pick it first, unfortunately, he did not, and immediately went for the kill against the nearest ghoul.

The ghoul was slashed and immediately decapitated with its head flying overhead. The other ghoul, upon seeing this, viciously retaliated with its blood-stained hands and respective nails. With vast pressure, the soldier resisted, he parried and countered when available, and when on the defensive, he would go full defensive and temporarily stop attacking to focus on absolute defense, as he did not have his shield to let him open up an opportunity.

Eventually, as pressure mounted, he moved his eyes about, from the ghoul and into the shield, and once again into the ghoul, which he saw that the ghoul was attacking much more clumsily than the other times, which seemed that fatigue was building up. With it, he made a heavy attack and used it to counter. With it, the ghoul was staggered but had no opening to strike without being killed together.

With that, he dashed to the side and grabbed his shield on the way. The shield was picked up and was immediately used in a defensive way, as the ghoul, upon recovering, immediately leaped and attacked, which thankfully was immediately deflected just in time by the shield.

The ghoul, annoyed by the shield, renewed its vigorous attacks, but this time it was being lightly deflected by the shield, and with it, the soldier was able to gradually recover its strength. Once he had enough strength, he immediately went on the offensive.

First, he waited for an attack. Once he defended it, he immediately went and kicked the foot, and together with the kick, he stabbed the leg. As it was attacked, the ghoul retreated its hands, which was what he wanted, and so with it he slammed the front of the shield into the ghoul. The ghoul flew backwards and was removed from the blade because of how bad the muscles were.

With the ghoul now disabled, he dashed quickly forward and sliced its head off, ending the battle between him and the five ghouls. But it was not done, all around him more ghouls were moving from dozens of meters away, and without much of a choice, he dashed and arrived at the bridge.

Once arriving, he immediately pressed the lever, and so it was finally lowered. Unfortunately, as he was waiting for the bridge to be fully lowered, more ghouls arrived. With a badly beaten body and a consciousness that was slipping from time to time, he lost consciousness in the heat of battle and died a hero's death, whom nobody will ever remember.

The entire city was massacred, and was raised back into being ghouls, with no memory of their former lives, now just mere lower rank ghouls, they occupied the city and turned it into a hive. Nobody would ever remember the sacrifice made by those who died, as nobody ever got out.

It would serve as another settlement that has fallen into the rapidly advancing horde of ghouls. The kings and nobles of society would need to take drastic reforms if they were ever to resist the extinction of their society, and therefore the multiple kinds of races that make up the myriad races.

It was the only path left, reform or become history, a history that perhaps nobody would ever learn or even know of, in a world that is already dead.