Limitless The Strongest Revenant

At Logan's command, the sounds of flying objects screeched towards me. Without turning around, I dodged the ones I could. Unfortunately, there were some that made no sound.

They just hit me from behind, like energy balls or something. [Tank] was able to ward off some of them, but I was left with a sharp pain in my right shoulder and lower back.

The agony of my injuries sent my brain into overdrive. I didn't use {Regen} and kept running in order to carry out my plans to draw them in. Loud footfalls indicated that Squad 6 was on my trail.

'Squads 7 and 8 should be no more than archers' range. I should be safe if I pass by Friday,' I surmised.

To make my act more believable, I drew Ebony and Ivory and shot them as I ran. In response, Squad 6 slowed their run and put their defensive shields together like a wall of steel.

I noticed that my bullets bounced and ricocheted off their defensive formation.

"What the hell? Those shields are bulletproof?"

"HAHAHAHA! SEE THAT, LIMITLESS! YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH GOOD GEAR!" shouted one of the Saviors.

"CHECK OUT THESE BABIES! LEVEL 3A BULLETPROOF SHIELDS! SAY YOUR PRAYERS, YOU FUCKER!" another added.

Ignoring them, I turned around and ran all out with a smile. Even the highest level of bullet proofing, Level 4, could only stop a single round of .30-06. Meanwhile the HCAR could fire 600 .30-06 rounds in per minute.

That kind of firepower would turn these bastards into Swiss cheese, regardless of their protection. And they had no idea I already fantasized about their deaths as I ran towards Friday.

Running at a quick pace, I could no longer hear the rounds coming at me.

I checked using Saturday and saw the long-range fighters slowly marching toward's the Fort. Squad 9 and 10, on the other hand, had started setting up tents after finishing their mine sweep.

'This is bad, my soul avatars cannot use {Fates}. Saturday won't be able to spy on them after the tent goes up. Should I start blowing them up now?'

As I hesitated, Sunday passed the other M16A2 land mines and sprinted toward the fort.

Perhaps seeing me bleeding like a rabid animal, Squad 6 broke formation and rushed in, shouting profanities.

"RUN! YOU LITTLE BITCH! RUN!" "AYAYAYAYAYAYA!!" "I'M GOING TO RAPE THEN SKULL FUCK YOUR WOMEN LIMITLESS!" "HAWOOOOOOOOOO!" "KILL!" "HAHAHAHAAHA!"

Luckily or unluckily, due to their long strides, these fuckers passed by the mines without setting off any of them. Was it because they were following my path?

With Sunday resting on a wall, I switched POV's to Friday. I poked my head out of my foxhole and raised the HCAR.

Heavy Counter Assault Rifle. That was what the acronym stood for. Like its predecessor, the Browning BAR, it was designed for area suppression.

It fired slow and heavy rounds that were pretty much for spray and pray. If you had too many targets to shoot at, why bother aiming?

I took a deep breath as I shouldered the battle rifle. Friday didn't have {Limitless}, so not only would I feel the recoil, but I would have to compensate for it. Still focused on Sunday's path, Squad 6 didn't notice me before I pulled the trigger.

Loud, violent gunfire erupted shortly thereafter. Faster than they could react, the leader of Squad 6 was sawed in half as my bullets ripped diagonally through his torso.

The others had little time to panic before the HCAR shot them down as well. Despite raising their precious bullet proof shields, the rampaging .30-06 Springfield rounds tore through the men, their armor, and their shields.

Without so much as a scream, all nine members of Squad 6 were gone. Immediately after that, I had Friday duck into the foxhole. Hijacking Wednesday, I fired 95mm HEAT rockets at the long-range fighters slowly crossing the field.

After firing a missile, I quickly scanned the aftermath through the FT5's targeting module. The rocket came in too fast for the others to get out of the way, so when my warhead detonated, entire lines of people were vaporized.

Unlike grenades that exploded in a circle, HEAT warheads exploded in a cone, due to the Munroe effect, so they were like giant spears. They would do little to no damage outside of the cone. But inside? It was goodbye!

I waited for Exa to load the next warhead before pulling the trigger again. Just like Friday's HCAR, the FT5's recoil was brutal. I could feel both of my avatar's shoulders aching from the bruising.

After firing all three of my HEAT rockets, I hid Wednesday's body between the walls. Shifting to Friday, I jumped out of the foxhole and surveyed the carnage of Wednesday's attacks.

Blood and scattered bodies were once again in abundance. I could still see a handful moaning in pain, so some were still alive. But fifteen people from Squads 7 and 8 would now need caskets.

"Should I go over there or wait?" I wondered.

The problem with fighting on the defensive was that I had to wait for them to come to me. I switched to Saturday and scanned the landing zone. Logan was tearing his hair out as he started to kick some of the members of his army.

I was surprised when Squad 9 and 10 started picking up weapons and prepared to attack.

Ignoring them, I piloted Sunday and summoned {Regen}. I then moved towards Saturday's sniper perch. If that Logan bastard had redundant organs, I would just shoot his soulgem.

Shifting to Saturday, I scanned the landing zone again. As I waited for Sunday, I noticed everyone, but Logan moved forward hesitantly.

"I mean, who wouldn't, right? I killed over fifty of those bastards in the span of what? Twenty minutes?"

I quickly switched to Sunday and ran towards the tower. When I arrived, I took Saturday's BLR 81 and used [Weakpoint Targeting] on Logan.

"Let's see, his soulgem is... under his armpit? But why?"

[Limitless, Squad 9 and 10 are about to enter Friday's area.]

When I heard Exa's words, I checked the conference HUD and saw the rough charge of the remaining people of 2nd wave. Their fear at seeing the bloody images was obvious. But they all rushed forward like brave heroes.
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"Allow me to make you into martyrs."

Without a second glance, I pointed the HCAR at them again with Friday and opened fire. Unlike the previous group, this one had more time to think, so they regrouped and summoned {Barriers}.

They slowly advanced with defensive {Fates} and continued under my onslaught of lead. Still, I wasn't worried.

Unlike Squad 6, these bastards hadn't seen me dodge the mines. So they were on a direct path to trigger them.

Not giving them a chance to think, I kept firing as my Friday's breath began to get ragged. Due to the tension and shock, my body slowly became numb and sore.

Less than a few seconds later, it finally happened. As they advanced in clusters, they triggered two M16A2s at the same time. And the mines went off right in the middle of their formation.

Loud explosions rang out as a combined 2.6 pounds of TNT detonated in the middle of a tightly packed group of Wraiths. Thinking I should give Friday some time to rest, I took control of Monday and charged out.

With the F90 MBR, I began executing the Wraiths of squad 9 and 10 still alive. There was little resistance as most of them were on the verge of death. after I shot them all dead, I grew disgusted with the scenery.

It was kind of disgusting to see chunks of human flesh littering the area, like a human blender broke apart as it was running.

Before I could calm myself, Exa gave me an update.

[Limitless, the third wave has arrived].

"I hope the next bastards are this easy to kill."

With over a hundred enemies left, I wished for luck as I quickly ran back to Monday's position. As the mooks died, the Phantoms would soon arrive one way or another.