Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Before the others could even see the Spikedogs, a blue bolt of light suddenly soared through the air and flew toward lead rank E. Despite its attempt to dodge the blessed projectile, Joshua's shot pierced the Spikedog right through the center of its forehead.

And just like that, the hated monster fell dead to the ground with a thud. Its eyes stared blankly into space as blood dripped from the hole into a new hole in its face.

The other two Spikedogs momentarily halted their advance in caution as their comrade died abruptly.

Since no one but Joshua and I could see clearly beyond 400 yards, the rest of the squad was unaware of the amazing feat the Korean had just performed.

To let them feel the power of changing their fate themselves, I gave new instructions.

"Joshua, switch to the lead and cover me! Everyone except Joshua and Scott, load blessed rounds!"

Probably thinking the biggest threat was their friend's killer, the other two Spikedogs ignored me and made a mad dash for the 2nd Amendment.

As the monsters came into view, Angela began to panic. Even with her massive combat power, two rank E's was a death sentence for her.

"White boy! Pitbulls coming! Help! Shoot them! Hurry!"

"Calm down, your good."

"What the fack you say?! I can't stop two white boy! Do something!"

For ease of use, I instructed everyone to load the blessed bullets in a separate mags. That way, when I asked them to arm themselves with the blessed bullets, the transition would be quicker.

Santiago, because he carried the 1887, switched to the P30L instead.

"Blessed rounds loaded boss."

"El Hefe! Ready!"

"Lets rock nigga!"

A few seconds later, the Spikedogs passed my position as they continued their powerful dash. I, on the other hand, focused on those around me, but despite my efforts, I was slowly being overrun by zombies.

Scott and Joshua alone couldn't hold back the undead around me. To take out as many as I could, I threw M26 grenades and blew the zombies to kingdom come.

"Patron! Transition complete!"

"Concentrate fire on the Spikedogs. AIM!"

With a single word from me, everyone with blessed ammo took aim at the charging monsters.

"FIRE!"

A small galaxy of stars erupted at that moment, and the stars traveled through the air, obliterating every F rank they passed. The blessed bullets eventually reached the two Rank E's, turning them into Swiss cheese.

Even more effective than the M60, the blessed volley took out over a hundred zombies in a single second. The blinding light was compounded by the darkness of the night. Like a glimpse of the glory of the sun, the Blessing caused the battlefield to glow.

Still exhilarated by the feeling of power, those who still had blessed ammunition fired all the expensive bullets at their disposal. The undead were purged by the dozens as blessings rained down on the battlefield.

'Those has got to the easiest Rank E kills ever,' I inwardly praised.

"White boy, give me gun too."

Normally, a rank E was something most Reapers never got to kill in their lives. They were usually tough and hard to take down.

Angela knew this and probably had mixed feelings about seeing those she called weak kill more than she could.

The power of the guns and blessings was unreal, they were simply too overwhelming.

With the sudden deaths of the rank E's, all that was left was the zombie mob. I could tell them to conserve their ammunition, but with me present, the chance of losing this battle was 0%.

"Everyone, our biggest obstacles are dead, clean up the stragglers. Use whatever you want. Get to know your new power! Weapons free!" I shouted excitedly.

"ROGER!" x 7

"{RELOAD}!" "AH YEAH!!!!" "FIRING BLESSED ROUNDS!" "SUCK ON THIS!" "EAT LEAD PUTO!" "NIGGA POWAH!!!!" "Become pancake zombie!"

The 2nd Amendment began firing as they pleased. Some continued to use Blessed rounds, some opting for lead, others broke rank instead.

As a commander, such a thing was ill advised.

But with over 300 Rank F's and 3 Rank E's, they were wiped out in less than 15 minutes. It would not take long to finish the remaining 200 or so. {Rewind} probably gave them a sense of security that allowed the reckless to attack without fear.

After less than ten more minutes, I no longer felt any souls except for the ones next to me. I activated the soulgear {Honey Trap} and waited just to be sure. Three minutes passed and there was still nothing.

Believing the defense was completed I then called Phillip and gave him an update.

"Phillip, 2nd Amendment and I have cleared zone 1126-4. Send the rest of the LLG."

[Understood, that was less than thirty minutes, most impressive. Any casualties?]

"None," I said with a smile.

[Excellent, the dismantling teams will be there shortly].

When I turned around, the 2nd Amendment squad had extremely wide smiles and were celebrating.

"Amiga, did you see what we just did? We kicked ass even as Formless! Oh wait, you are manifested, right?"

"Yes, but I might as well be Formless! I never thought I could fight monsters! But with guns and blessings, we can do it too! I have to tell the other girls!"

"Dad would have been very happy to see such a sight."

"You did well Scott, I'm sure your old man would have been proud."

"Thanks Mike."

"Oy nigga! What are you trying to do?"

"Give me gun on your back, you didn't use it! I want gun too!"

"Joshua, get your bae under control, yeah?"

"Sorry, Warren, but can you please just humor her for 1 zone?"

I fired a 1911 in the air and got everyone's attention.

"I'm glad you're all unharmed and excited. But the night is still long, as soon as the rest of the LLG arrives, we leave for another zone. You all have more in you?"

"SIR YES SIR!!" x7

With a loud shout, my team prepared to go and fight in another zone. If this continued, by the end of this night, these men and women would regain their identities and reclaim their self-worth as warriors in my army.