Limitless The Strongest Revenant

"Listen to this fucking asshole! FINE! In terms of firepower, you can kill a vampire. The problem is getting them to stand still long enough for you to hit them!"

With my excellent vision, I could see his armor slowly denting. However, considering the amount of lead already expended, it was incredibly tough. Still, even bulletproof glass would eventually crack under sustained fire. And this bastard would be no different.

"FUCK! I think I gave you enough time, right? Here I come!"

Under the relentless hail of bullets, the Iron Wolverine finally began to act. His armor looked heavy, but I couldn't let my guard down. Most of my bullets felt much more powerful under [One Round Marksman]. However, the problem was that I lost agility and analytical abilities.

'Exa, change the settings to [Commander], [Assassin], and [Knight].'

[[Sniper] setting shifting to [Commander]. [One Round Marksman] levels down to [Sniper Elite].]

[[Sniper] setting shifting to [Knight]. [Sniper Elite] levels down to [Sniper].]

[[Sniper] setting shifting to [Assassin].]

It was not the most optimal decision, but it was the safest. I could still rely on [One Round Marksman], but my avatars who got into melee with George would suffer. Unless someone tanked for me, it would be difficult.

And unlike the undead, there was no guarantee that George would continue to attack the Ripsaw. Even if I knew I had to get into CQB range, I needed a structured way to fight.

'Exa, send Burger forward. Box him in with the Switchblades! The rest of us will split into four units. Sunday through Tuesday, Alpha. Wednesday through Friday, Bravo. Saturday and Fries, Charlie.

Burger, you are Delta. Exa, warn me if our shooting angles overlap. Make my vision turn red or something.'

[Yes, my lord!]

'All right, everybody, move! Alpha, Bravo, dance around him, Charlie, find a perch. Delta, you're on point!'

Even though they were all me, I gave orders as I would if I had a real squad. Mainly because it allowed me to separate my visions properly.

I divided my firepower between Alpha and Bravo.

Alpha's members were Sunday who had the minigun. Along with him were Monday and Tuesday. Both were armed with their CQB combo of the Thales F90/SL40 and the AA-12. Their loadouts were the most balanced.

For Bravo, only Thursday could fight at close range with his SCAR-H and M1014. Wednesday and Friday were mixed between medium and long range. The former had HCAR while the latter had the Sentinel AR-10. For bigger booms, Wednesday had the FT5 rocket launcher while Friday had the M32 MGL.

Charlie comprised of Saturday, who had the Light Fifty along with the TRX Razorback. With 50 Switchblades and an anti material sniper rifle. Unlike the first two groups, Charlie was better off out of sight. Their purpose would be support.

Delta would be our vanguard. Since the M5 Ripsaw carried our biggest gun, I do not think George would ignore it for long. And tanks, for all their firepower, needed infantry to support them.

Saturday leapt on top of the Razorback as they made themselves scarce. Alpha and Bravo began to slowly fan out as Delta rushed towards our opponent.

George copied the M5 and charged straight ahead without fear. The bastard tanked the 30mm even as they raced towards each other. Then the Tyrant pulled back his hand and threw his claws forward.

There was a loud clash of metal. The M5 tried to put the pedal to the metal as it tried to run over George. But it could not move forward even a single inch. Even under the strain of its engines, our vanguard was stopped in its tracks.

Knowing that it was futile to expect more, I ordered Alpha and Bravo to blast the wolverine to kingdom come. But under the constant gunfire we didn't seem to be doing any damage.

"Oh? So you can command them like that, too? Amazing! It's like fighting a whole group at once. But, that's about it, a gimmick."

George then plunged his other claw into the M5's armor and lifted the tank into the air. A loud clang echoed as a .50 Bmg hit George in the eye. But like Superman, the bullet crumpled against his iris.

"What the fuck? That's cheating!"

'Exa, send the rain!'

[Switchblades inbound.]

This was not working. Physics could only generate power and slam it into that bastard. If he could withstand the entire onslaught of my army and still move, nothing I could do at the moment would work.

'Fuck! Exa, give me something!'

[The integrity of his armor is slowly being restored with the help of souls. While it would be technically possible to outlast him, I advise a different approach.]

"HAHAHA! AMUSING!"

George laughed with glee as he ripped Delta in half. I felt like the grunts in a superhero movie. Despite shooting everything at that bastard, it made no difference.

'I AM OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS!'

At that moment, the whistling sound of the Switchblades diving could be heard. Taking this as my chance, Alpha and Bravo changed their targets to Burger's halves. I ordered the Switchblades to all aim at a single point.

Like a chaotic volcanic eruption, more explosions followed. Fire and smoke added to the chaos as each lingering missile detonated. But, unlike before, I felt a wave of soul coming from George.

"Now, now! I already allowed you to do this once! It is useless!"

George then disappeared from where he was standing. I suddenly felt him appear behind Saturday!

'Dearest!' 'Beloved!' 'Husband!'

"FUCK!"

Commanding Saturday, I was crouched on one knee with my back to the Razorback. Even though Sunday had spotted him near Charlie, my reaction was a second too slow. I had swung the barrel of the M107 at the Wolverine like a bat.

"Pitiful."

He simply raised his left arm and blocked my blow. I heard what sounded like George clicking his teeth before I suddenly felt my face burn.

Three vertical wounds ran from the top of my forehead down my chest to my groin. My entire face and heart were destroyed in the same moment. Since Saturday wasn't a Reaper, he couldn't continue fighting the moment he died.

"ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!"

The pain of his death brought the rest of my avatars to the ground. It happened so suddenly that none of us could react. I focused on Sunday, letting him try to push through the excruciating agony.

'{Day by Day}. [Overdrive], [Berserker].'

[[Wizard] setting shifting to [Berserker].]

[[Assassin] setting shifting to [Berserker]. [Berserker] levels up to [Lunatic Berserker].]

[[Knight] setting shifting to [Berserker]. [Lunatic Berserker] levels up to [Primalist].]

As my body gained the inhuman pain tolerance of [Primalist], I tried to stand up. I heard a loud explosion in the distance. Like a pitiful lamb, Frites was torn apart by George in the time it took me to recover.

'FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! What the fuck am I going to do? I shot this motherfucker with everything I had! And it still wasn't enough!

This is impossible! I cannot win!'

I cannot win.

I cannot win.

As I repeated these words, the panic in my brain calmed down. The last time I felt so hopeless was during my first night. It was when Dominic Maegester tried to bribe me into making peace with them.

Back then, a single change in mentality turned the tide of battle. That was when I created the persona Limitless. Separated from John Smith, Limitless followed no rules but his own. Channeling my alter ego, my thoughts regained their clarity.

I cannot win?

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Because bullets didn't work?

So what? Who said I needed bullets to fight?

'Husband! Try and do….'

Just then, Jasmine's voice echoed in my link. I quickly closed it off, silencing her along with Lilly's and Liv's as well.

'Exa. Tell them not to interfere. And not to worry.'

[I delivered your message. Still, my lord. How will you fight an enemy against whom your weapons have no effect?]

"Well... I do not know yet."

My bullets lacked the power to repel something like George. Perhaps if I had Hellsend {Bestow} ammunition, the outcome would be different. For the moment, I had to accept that I wouldn't be able to win this with guns.

This was not the first time I had been in this situation. During my Enlistment, the only weapon I had was a single 1911. Nevertheless, I used {Counter} and my body to kill an Undead Brute.

The same thing happened to Andromalius. Back then, we made a bullet and shot him with it. Funnily enough, making a giant bullet was not enough to kill the Alpha, so we had to cook him instead.