Limitless The Strongest Revenant

"[Double Damage]."

Grateful that he gave me the first strike, I raised both F90s and pulled both triggers on my Steyr SL40s. The energy of my combo skill poured into the 40mm HEDPs as they were launched.

Robert spun his polearm to the left as a wall of blood suddenly appeared. My low-velocity grenades smashed into the wall, shattering it into pieces and erupting in a blaze of fire.

"[Battering Ram]!"

Without even waiting for the explosions to subside, I charged at him like an angry bull. Thanks to my superior eyesight, I could see the Slayer perfectly despite the bright glare.

He spun in a circle, using his blood cape to cover his body like some kind of superhero. Although I admit that it looked cool, I had never heard of flair winning any battles.

The blue cone of energy from [Battering Ram] collided with Robert's cape. Similar to two walls being smashed together, sparks flew, but neither gave way. {Gather] alerted me to Robert's changing stance.

Having seen him fight before, I knew what to expect. Before polearms users could attack, they had to pull the weapon back like a pendulum. All the force generated by the swing increased the power and weight of the attack.

The main drawback was that it took time to execute the arcs. Unlike simple swords, the polearm user had to be able to use his body as a fulcrum.

Therefore, if one was skilled enough to know the attack patterns, one could prepare in advance. If polearm wielders like Robert failed to use the centrifugal force, their entire attack would be slow and weak.

When the Slayer raised his right arm and lowered his left, I knew that the attack would come from low to high.

"[Sky Walk]."

Cancelling the [Battering Ram], I somersaulted into the air. Robert's swing was too late as I completely avoided it. While still in the air, I aimed both of my bullpup rifles at his back and let loose.

As if it had a mind of its own, his cloak unfurled and puffed out like a sail. My bullets bounced helplessly off the fabric of blood.

'This fucking thing reminds me of Doctor Strange's cape.'

{Gather} and [Eagle Eye] allowed me to notice Robert's arms preparing for a mighty swing. I dropped to the ground and peppered him with 5.56 NATO in response. Unlike before, he couldn't block all of my bullets, and they hit his chest and midsection.

'Ho? His cape can't protect him from the front when he swings.'

It made sense. All weapons had a range. Polearms and spears always required your opponent to be four or five feet away. If they were closer, you would have little time to maneuver.

"[Double Damage]. [Tank]."

After that, I fired two 40mm grenades at close range once more. A thunderous explosion erupted, engulfing both of us. I squeezed the triggers of the F90s even as the shock waves and shrapnel from the explosion hit our bodies.

Not wanting to miss the chance, I quickly blinked my left eye for {Imaging} X-ray. Robert, blinded by the blast, shielded his face and eyes. Of course, like me, both the shrapnel and my bullets ravaged his body.

Thrown back, he crashed to the ground a few feet away. 5.56 rounds continued to blast him before he could get up. Scorched by the explosions, I recharged {Suffer}.

"[Inventory] BLR 81, 7mm Remington Sacred."

Even as my body burned, I changed the magazine of my lever action and loaded Sacreds. I immediately cocked the lever and took aim. If he thought I would give him a single chance to counterattack, he was sorely mistaken.

"[Double Damage]."

Without any additional words, I shot three Sacreds one after the other. I could see some blood trying to protect him, but in the face of overwhelming power, none of that mattered.

Three shooting stars struck the Slayer. As our position was engulfed in Blessing energy, I switched weapons.

"[Inventory] FT5, HCAR."
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Manga and anime made fun of main characters when they stopped an attack to check the results.

The so-called flag. Asking "Did it work?" or some variation of it practically guaranteed that your opponent would survive.

I was not stupid enough to believe in such nonsense, but I only believed in the American way.

"There's no kill like overkill."

If your enemy didn't die, it meant one of two things. Either you didn't use enough bullets or you didn't use a big enough bullet.

I pulled the trigger on the FT-5 when I locked on to Robert's position. Having {Code} when using targeting systems was very useful. Instead of hoping the software would recognize the target, I could force it.

Not to be left behind, I hip fired the HCAR and rained .30-06s on the same position. I continued my full attack on the Slayer's body. Right now I could see his bones. That was why I knew he was still there, despite the smoke.

{Vendetta.}

Despite the loud explosions and raging in front of me, a fierce, piercing sound shrieked through the air. {Listen} allowed me to hear the object in advance. Ignoring the damage, I continued firing and called out a combo skill.

"[Tank]."

Unfortunately, a fast object slammed into my shoulder and suddenly threw me back to the ground. Surprised that all of Liv's {Fates} were overpowered, I quickly tried to get up.

"Exa, that attack..."

[It was a lance made of fortified blood. The lance flew at a speed of 914 mph, or Mach 1.2. The power of the projectile broke through {Block}, {Withstand} and {Endure}. I recommend not to be hit by such an attack again.]

"..."

I switched my weapons back to the Benelli M1014. Just from that one shot, I knew I would lose if I fought him at medium range. It has to be in close combat or super close.

My shoulder was fucked beyond all measure looked gruesome. It was fortunate that my {Fates} managed to protect me. As I endured the grenades at close range, I was in agony at the moment. From the pain all over, my flesh was probably charred and disgusting to look at.

"{Regen}"

The pause in our attacks finally allowed the air to clear. Robert stood up shakily as he turned, bleeding all over. He had the appearance of a being made of blood; he made his way towards me in silence.

His armor was in tatters and his black bones were visible. His helmet also shattered. Instead of a human face, there was a skull without flesh or skin. Without even eyeballs or a nose, he looked like a skeleton monster from video games.

"{Transfusion}"

Red lights shone where eyeballs should be as his manifested polearm reappeared in his hands. Then I noticed something I hadn't expected.

The blood that was still dripping from my body suddenly flew towards him. With my blood, his torn armor began to rebuild. I winced in pain as the blood felt like it was being forcefully ripped out of me.

'Well fuck.'

It seemed that no matter whose blood it was, the Slayer could use it. Fortunately, he didn't seem to be able to use my blood to attack me or anything like what I read in manga and anime.

Robert then clicked his tongue as he turned to look at me. I didn't need to know why he seemed angry. After all, I was just buying time.

I never intended to defeat him alone from the beginning.

Seven figures lined up next to me. Their soul signatures and beating hearts made me elated. A pair of soft lips kissed my cheek. Then came a voice full of majesty and nobility.

"Dearest. The Savior army save one has been terminated. May we please assist you?"

"Of course. Thank you all for coming. Time to end this. Lilly, if you please."

"In the name of Limitless. Seven Sirens, annihilate the Slayer! OPEN COMBAT!"