Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 946: He’s still alive right? [1/2]

"ROAAAAARRRRRR!" Rather than a witty comeback, the Dream Demon in front of me made an unintelligent bellow.

My treatment of this bastard violated practically every human rights law. Luckily, he wasn't human, so it wasn't a crime. I already knew I could kill this bastard with the right kind of gear. But at the moment, I wondered. How would the rest of my Reapers fight it?

"{Day by Day}. All right, let's take it slow! Small arms only."

I decided to find a way for my men to take it down. So, I didn't summon my Disciplines. I only pulled out my army's standard weapons.

"[Hellsend's Armory]!" x7

Trying to get a feel, my avatars shot the Demonkin with everything we had. Assault and sniper rifles, grenade launchers, RPGs, flamethrowers, and combat shotguns. Nothing worked. Without the firepower of large calibers, even White and Red rounds were useless.

'Tsk. If they only had normal weapons, a squad of Reapers would be helpless against this bastard.'

"HAHA! Without those machines you are helpless, Reaper! DIE! {Dysphoria}!"

Number 1 then created a field of malice that wrapped around us. Feeling that this must be his {Entropy}, we all retreated and kept our distance. But, when nothing happened after a few moments, I was disappointed. So, I had to comment.

"What? That's it? Stop playing around! Attack me already! What is that even supposed to do?"

My opponent then raised his hand toward me as he gritted his teeth!

"I am just getting started! {Grief}! {Disorder}! {Agitation}! {Fatigue}!"

My avatars all stayed alert and didn't rush in. We all felt the heavy wave of malice radiating outward. But no matter how long we waited, nothing happened. I glanced at my Benevol and didn't see its corruption level rise.

"…"

The demonkin then stomped as it threw a tantrum. It held its right wrist while it complained.

"What the fuck are you?! You should be foaming at the mouth and feeling suicidal from depression! Why isn't any of my {Entropies} working on you?!"

"How should I know? You suck, Number 1!"

"Fuck you!" the hulking, horned fiend roared.

"Well, fuck you too! Everyone attack!"

Like an angry group of hornets, my avatars encircled the demonkin. We fired round after round into its body. Our bullets could have been paintballs. Nothing could penetrate it.

"USELESS! USELESS! I will kill you and get promoted! And the Fiend Legion will finally respect me!" Number 1 stopped trying to use his {Entropies} and just began swinging its arms to bash us to death.

'Fuck, small arms are just not going to cut it. Not for this bastard or his Fiends faction. I am sure that the Corpse and Savage factions would also have tougher bastards coming at us. Once my people join the Assault teams, we will begin fighting in all sorts of places.

Believing the soulless would always be present was not an option. If anime and manga are to be believed, we would just as often fight in dungeons as in open fields. I needed a large-caliber gun for a person. But humans would never make such a thing.

In anger and irritation, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"FUCK THIS CRAP! EXA! Give me one of the guns from the Ripsaws!"

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[That would be impossible, my lord. Using {Replicate} to partly get you a Bushmaster Mk 44 30mm autocannon won't work. It's not designed for hand operation. How would you even use it? I would advise using something else.]

"WHO CARES ABOUT ALL THAT! IF THERE ISN'T ANY THAT EXISTS THEN I WILL JUST CREATE ONE!"

[Create one? With what? A handheld 30mm cannon is impossible to design. It would explode. How do you even intend to…]

Feeling it was faster to just show her, I imagined a Ma Deuce. Only it was a super-sized version and accepted 30mm rounds instead of .50 cal.

[Hmm… it should be possible. Should I create a new {Kismet} to turn your mental images into reality?]

"Yes, please!" I cheered.

[{Gather} and {Interpret} will adapt the design. Issues with 30mm rounds will be resolved with {Calculate} and {Imaging}. Raw materials will be retrieved from our supplies using {Portal}. Finally, {Shelter} and {Crush} will create the object you desire.]

Hearing Exa's rambling, I grew ecstatic. I was no engineer, but I knew how difficult the process from theory to working prototypes was. While I had a ton of crazy ideas, I didn't have the skills to act on any of them.

But the {Fates} of my {Kindred} changed everything. Each brought their own unique ability to the table. And as they were all available to me, I could perform feats that were otherwise impossible.

If even just one of my girls were not beside me, I would not be "limitless."

I felt the soulgem in my neck burn. It was a comfortable feeling. One that I grew to enjoy. As every time I felt this sensation, I grew stronger.

Overwhelmed with love for my harem, I sent them a boatload of appreciation and adoration. The love and affection racing through me must have been enough to light up a 20-ft Christmas tree!

"HAHAHAHA! NOW WE'RE TALKING! MY PRECIOUS {KINDRED}, I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU! {FABRICATE}!"

At my words, my eyes showed the outline of a massive M2 Browning machine gun. I grabbed the imaginary handle and felt its weight. In real time, bits and pieces began adding to it. Some components came from the raw materials in my armory. Others were created with soul.

With a burst of light, a new weapon came into being. A 30mm Ma Deuce Browning machine gun. My left hand held the handle that supported the fucking long oversized barrel. My right grabbed the custom trigger at the back.

I unsummoned my avatars to make way for my new fighting style!

"LET'S GO ALL OUT, SHALL WE! [HEAVY GUNNER]! [ARSENAL]! [SHOCK AND AWE]!"

Using my discipline, I created 12 more 30mm M2 Brownings. In excitement, I aimed my newly crafted guns and fired.

"HERE! EAT IT ALL, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" I roared!

The powerful shells skewered and sawed the demonkin in half. Seeing him go down without so much as any resistance made my blood race.

"This is it. Rather than look for better anti-reborn weapons, we can just make our own! {Call My Name} will take care of the rest. Wonderful. Truly wonderful!"

[IF-Restore in bound.]

Switchblades nuked the living hell out of Number 1, healing him back into one piece. But, contrary to his earlier attitude, he shrank back like a rabbit in front of a wolf.

"Thank you for guiding me on how to butcher you, Number 1. Now I want to fight you with all I have for real!"

"What? You weren't serious earlier?"

"Haha, you're funny. But no. {Day by Day}!"

Invoking my soulgear, I had my vision split between seven bodies. We lined up like a squad of Power Rangers and invoked our disciplines.

"[Maestro]!" "[Defender]!" "[Gladiator]!" "[Sky Sentinel]!" "[Heavy Gunner]!" "[Executioner]!" "[Ninja]!"

The souls in each avatar rearranged themselves into seven distinct patterns. Each following a combat doctrine designed for optimal efficiency. We all then invoked a {Program} to arm ourselves.

"[Hellsend's Armory]!" x7

Drawing out our true weapons, I felt a surge of adrenaline as I looked toward my opponent. How long has it been since I went all out against someone? Perhaps it would have been against George Clay?

While I did fight Bifrons and Gaspar, in terms of difficulty, I found my brawl with George Clay much, much harder. He was the one who showed me the futility of my inferiority to the Sirens. His words forced me to re-examine myself.

The same battle allowed me to go beyond my limit and gave birth to the [Combat Shadow Silhouette] and [Dual Pilot]. Both of which greatly boosted my combat abilities. Funnily enough, my power came from the infinite possibilities I could draw from, not the {Fates} themselves.