Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Although I seemed severely underequipped compared to my usual standard, I wasn't worried.

With almost all of my weapons firing lead and blessed ammunition, the kill rate would be far higher than I could ever achieve on my own. At least that was what I believed.

As the most experienced, I had to show my men that they had nothing to fear. I drew the MAC-11's from my sides and yelled in the fiercest voice I could muster.

"EVERYBODY MAN THE FUCK UP! I know you are scared, but know that this is the moment you have been waiting for! Everyone here knows what it feels like to be powerless."

I pointed into the darkness and continued my motivational speech.

"Out there are the fucks that threaten to kill everything you hold dear. If we fail here, Hellsgate will break open and those bastards will walk in the sun. We are all that stands between them and the end of the world."

As I looked at the faces of each of my teammates, I could see emotions of fear, hopelessness, and doubt.

"BUT ALWAYS REMEMBER! I HAVE KILLED MOUNTAINS OF THESE FUCKERS! ALONE! YOU EVEN MADE MONEY OFF OF ME!

"JUST SHOOT STRAIGHT AND DON'T SHOOT ME! AS LONG AS I AM HERE! VICTORY IS OURS! I AM LIMITLESS! AS LONG AS I STAND, HELLSGATE WILL NEVER FALL!"

At my words, the troops burst out in boisterous laughter. They were probably expecting some grand words about faith, honor, or integrity.

Unfortunately, I had no such words for them, only statistics. I had defeated every Wraith in North America when it came to killing undead. That was a fact, these bastards even placed bets in the annihilation rankings.

"Fuck John, that was bad!"

"Hombre, you think you're a Revenant or something?"

"Hahaha, nigga that just made my day."

"If even boss says such shit, then this must not be that hard."

"White boy, you lame as fuck!"

"Gela, that's rude hahahaha!"

"Patron, I will try to not be so useless then hehe."

I then walked forward as I pulled out my {Honey Trap} vase.

"Yes, yes, I'm glad you all found it very funny. Here is the plan, I will lure them all in and your job is just to shoot the ones that try to kill me. Kimchi, you make sure that no one reaches the squad."

After summoning my soulgear, I placed it at my feet and continued my instructions.

"Use my blood to switch between {Reload} and {Rewind}. Do not save bullets. Just shoot anything that moves. Joshua, use blessed ammunition at your discretion, everyone else wait for my command."

The sweet smell of {Honey Trap} filled the air and my ears picked up the sound of hundreds of zombies starting to stampede.

"All right, this is our maiden battle! 2nd Amendment! Prepare for combat!"

The squad was about 40 yards from me. Scott was setting up the M60 on a tripod with Joshua and next to him. Claire and Santiago were on opposite sides, with Warren and Mike manning the flanks.

Angela stood at the 20-yard mark between me and the rest of the 2nd Amendment.

"Okay boo, here is the plan. Your gun has very short range. While the rest of us shoot the ones around Limitless, you and Santiago will take out the ones around the racist chink over there. Easy, right?"

"Oy nigger, I hear you! Bitch! Shoot zombie okay? Hit me and I kill you later!"

"Miss Claire, don't worry about Gela, her Fate {Lady of War} has {Armor Plating}, a .22 long rifle round can't hurt her. So just shoot at your own pace."

"Thanks, everyone, I'll do my best! But that soulgear is really nasty!"

"You'll get used to it, darling. Scott, Warren and I will shift our kill zones along with yours, focusing on where the biggest concentration is. The boss likes to move around when he fights."

"Got it Mike. I haven't really seen John fight."

"You're in for a real treat, amigo, El Jefe kicks ass like you wouldn't believe."

"El Jefe?"

"Sorry, Spanish for the boss."

Well, I was glad they were bonding, but the ground began to shake as the zombies all charged my position. tightened my grip on the Mac-11's while gritting my teeth in anticipation.

My senses picked up the first charging wave.

My boasts were no lie, I knew how effectively I fought alone. And with the support of a squad of guns. I was sure this would be my fastest clear yet.

"ALL RIGHT! HERE THEY COME! 2ND AMENDMENT! FIRE ON MY COMMAND!"

The growls of hundreds of zombies echoed in the air as Bigfoots, Normies, and Chuckies all ran towards us.

"Patron! There are children!" Claire screamed in panic.

"Hefe calls them Chuckies, they are gone Senorita, it is our job to make them suck lighthouses."

"But..."

"We are the only people here boo, if you forget that, you will die."

I could hear Claire sniffling as she removed the safety from her gun, but I had no time to indulge her naivety. Even a cop like Bella cried the first time she saw undead children, so I could understand the mental strain.

But reality never cared if you accepted it or not. And that was what she had to struggle against on her own.

When the zombies were about fifty meters from me, I yelled the beginning of the battle.

"2ND AMENDMENT! LIGHT'EM UP!"

At that moment, the guns behind me all roared to life as lead bullets flew into the air. Not to be left behind, I raised my guns and opened fire. Just as I expected, in less than ten seconds over thirty bodies fell to the ground.

Warren and Mike fired outside the area where Scott was peppering. The zombies that tried to surround me were smashed by Angela, and those that rushed her were dropped by Santiago and Claire.

I stayed where I was, just firing short bursts at the zombies that came at me. Every now and then I would see a Bigfoot over 100 yards away take a bullet to the head and drop, Joshua's aim was beyond average.

The symphony of lead went on for about two minutes until it finally stopped.

"I'm out!"

"Reload!"

"Back!"

Like musicians in an orchestra, the 2nd Amendment fired, reloaded, and fired again.

Their instruments of death blasted the undead back to their graves. And I, their maestro, grew pleased at our progress.