Limitless The Strongest Revenant

The 2nd Amendment and I once again arrived in a new zone. I logged on to the Defender network to receive the battle conditions.

There were six Reapers that had just died, five Wraiths and one Phantom. How sad it was that such deaths occurred every day, but I thought this zone would be easy since it only had 400 rank F's.

Unaware of my thoughts, the 2nd Amendment began checking their weapons after they regained their bearings. It was good to see them helping each other.

Warren continued to support Claire, and no longer wary of him, she accepted the help with a smile.

"Blackie! Fuck off my junior! Claire come here!"

"What do you mean chink? You're the breakwall, what's she going to do with you?"

Suddenly Angela ran up and buried her fist in Warren's stomach.

"Gehuek!"

"You guys, stop messing around. Bitch, the Senorita will be fine, go to your post already."

"If you bully her, I will bust your balls, cholo!"

"This puta..."

"Sister Gela! I am fine! The boys are nice! Besides! I'm tough! I won't let anyone bully me!"

"Are you sure? How about I hit them more?"

"Hehe, Sister Gela, you are too sweet!" Claire yelled as she hugged Angela.

"Oppa, guard Junior."

"I will, take care of Gela."

Something I hadn't expected was how much the 2nd Amendment liked Claire. Everyone treated her like a little sister. Angela was especially affectionate. Maybe it was because the racist bitch actually wanted a little sister?

Warren and Santiago were also very protective of her. The production saint, on the other hand, enjoyed the pampering and treated everyone with affection.

"Scott, is the M60 really hard to handle?"

"Claire? Uh, no, not really. This weapon is actually enhanced by {Fates}, so I don't even have to aim. Just point and shoot."

"Wow! Will I be able to use it too? I can use the Ruger Mk II well now!"

"Technically you could, but you have to be able to reload it. Watch me do it later. I will allow you to use it if you can learn to reload it."

"Really! Thanks Scott!"

'Scott, the girl is aiming for that gun because it earns the most! You are about to get played, homie,' I laughed inwardly.

As they became more familiar with what was about to happen, the squad got into formation and waited for the {Honey Trap} Soulgear. This was all done without me giving any orders.

As pleased as I was with their progress, their battle tactics relied heavily on my Soulgear. Angela could take my position, but without {Honey Trap}, the party would have to actively hunt the undead.

I really should get Cynthia to buy more of these. Now that I think about it, would it be possible to make one that used {Regen} or {Reload}? That way, the squad could have all my {Fates} at their disposal.

Without wasting a second, I invoked {Honey Trap} and told the rest of the party the specifics of this zone.

"Easy zone, 400 rank F's, no survivors. Let us make this quick and move immediately. Everyone is free to use blessed bullets as they see fit."

Less than five minutes passed and the ground began to shake as hundreds of zombies ran toward us. When I could see them in the dim light, I yelled to prepare the squad.

"HERE THEY COME! 2ND AMENDMENT! OPEN FIRE!"

Immediately, Scott began raining lead on the enemy, but what surprised me was the trail of light his bullets left behind as they flew.

"Tracers?"

Tracer rounds were designed for night combat. It was hard to find your enemies in the dark. If you could see where others were shooting, you could use that as a guide and shoot in the general area.

Since I always fought alone, I never had to use tracers. That must have been Scott's decision, because the tracers only had an effect if you fired a lot of shots. As if to prove his point, the tracers hit numerous zombies and started to set some of them on fire.

Like a magic trick, the fire increased in intensity as the garments of nearby zombies began to catch fire. Aside from the burn damage, the fire also served as additional lighting.

Not long after, blessed 7.62 rounds cut through the darkness as they obliterated the lines of the undead. The Blessing transformed the M24 from a sniper rifle into a holy cannon.

Much like the tracers, the blessed areas began to glow, making it much easier to see the enemy. The rest of the squad began to open fire as soon as visibility improved.

A large number of the first wave were taken down by blessed rounds and lead. Angela, who had nothing to do, pulled out the 629 competitor she got from Warren and immediately began firing blessed rounds.

When the zombies finally got close to me, I blasted them with single rounds of 9×19mm Parabellum. Due to my inhuman accuracy, the bodies dropped like flies as they approached.

The ground shook again as more zombies rushed forward. Using my senses, I tried to determine if there were any zombies coming from the other directions.

Just then I felt souls coming from behind the line of fire!

Before I could yell out, I noticed that Claire was moving on her own and shooting at our rear. Warren and Santiago stopped firing for a moment to check.

"Enemy from behind, shift formation," Joshua ordered.

At his words, Gela raced from the center to move behind the line of fire. Santiago and Warren turned their attention to the back, while Mike, Scott, and Joshua continued to support my flanks.

Still keeping an eye on the 2nd Amendment, I danced around with the undead. I didn't know who came up with the formation, but they were now splitting their firepower in two directions, protecting our rear.

"They have such a formation?" I asked in surprise.

Being surrounded was the worst fear of every army, such situations usually meant the end. Being able to effectively protect their backline was something most formations had to plan for.

Since they had blessed bullets, I didn't think there was anything that could take them down. I couldn't babysit them forever, so I focused on the front and increased my attack speed.