Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Chapter 271: Please explain. [2/2]

{Regen} at the expense of healing your wounds made everything much more painful. It was like pouring ethanol on open wounds. It killed the germs, but it hurt like hell.

I had already survived being punched, crushed, burned alive, and mauled by zombies. So a single M433 exploding on me was a piece of cake.

With {Limitless}, only the pain of being burned alive came through, and the shockwaves and impact were negated by [Tank].

I rewound before dragging the burned corpse to the 2nd Amendment. They were all awake and standing up. Although they had stunned expressions when they saw the carnage. Claire, Scott and Angela even threw up on the floor in revulsion.

Ignoring them, I walked over to Liv, Bella and Jas.

"Honey, keep this fucker alive, please. It's a Phantom, torture him as much as you want, but I forbid you to kill him."

"Okay. Honey, I saw what you did. It was the first time I saw a man explode so horribly from the inside."

"Are you disgusted with me?" I asked carefully.

"Not really, I saw nerve gas suffocate an entire hospital until they puked their guts out, I can handle a few explosions."

Amused, I took Bella in my arms and gave her a deep kiss.

Suddenly I heard a loud bang coming from behind me. A group of Wraiths were being turned into paste as Liv hit them with her shield. The men looked like puddles of shit. What the hell happened to their bones?

Bella chuckled as she pushed me away and gestured to Liv.

"Fufu, calm her down Honey, she wanted to rush in but was guarding your people at your request."

Nodding, I scanned the battlefield and saw something I had not expected. Robotic devices that looked like large dishwashers were raining bullets and 40mm grenades down on the incoming wraiths.

Since the mobs had manifested bladed weapons, they ran in, hoping to engage in close-quarters combat. But my people were in the center of a defensive perimeter created by the Assault Dishwashers.

The protection of the dishwashers was so good that Bella hardly did anything. She held my 629 competitor revolver lazily while she yawned.

But that was nothing compared to what I saw when I was looking for Jo. She was running next to what looked like a tank, shooting people with the AR-15. She darted in and threw people under the tracks, laughing like a deranged lunatic.

Her clothes were already soaked red from all the blood splattering all over her. Seemingly insane, the masses were actually running away from my Italian lover. But without an ounce of mercy, Jo kept shooting them from behind like she was playing Grand Theft Auto.

Their fear didn't even take into account the tank that was using what sounded like an M2 Browning to blast people into confetti.

'Hmph, so that's why the guys were speechless.'

I let Jo have her fun and walked over to Liv, who was still making human pancakes in anger.

However, I still asked my IT person with {Connect} out of confusion.

[Bella? Please explain.]

[Children, introduce yourself to your father.] She replied sleepily.

[Greetings Father, I am Alfonso. I command the Ripsaw MS2 armed unmanned ground vehicle. I specialize in frontal assaults.]

[Good evening Father, I am Henry, I command the Modular Advanced Armed Robotic System, or MAARS for short. They are also AUGVs. I was designed for suppression and perimeter defense.]

A small contraption then zoomed past me before stopping in front of my face. It was a finger-sized helicopter with a small camera.

[Hello Father, I am Sabel, I command all of Mother's UAVs. My specialties are reconnaissance and surgical strikes. Are you well?]

"..."

What the fuck?

So my children with Bella were AI? And they are all combat-specialized attack programs.

Then I looked absentmindedly at my South American honey. Feeling my gaze, Bella smiled brightly as she posed seductively with the 629.

[Pamper me later, take care of Liv]

[I love you Mrs. Code]

[Hehe. I know.] Bella replied adorably.

I made my way to Liv, who had rushed out of the defensive area of the Attack Dishwashers or MAARS. The pitiful state of her opponents made it seem as if my lover was a little angry.

"Liv? Can we talk?"

"I! AM! BUSY! GO! FLIRT WITH! THE!

OTHERS!"

Apparently venting her discontent, there were about nine puddles of flesh in front of my northern lover. Not counting the bodies torn in half scattered along the way.

'Hmm, Liv's {Counter} was always stronger than mine. If she used {Counter} on the 1887, I can only imagine what 10-gauge bullets would do.'

Feeling a threat to my life, I hugged my northern lover as I fondled her shapely ass.

"Liv, love. Don't be angry. I can fight unhindered because you are here. It may not be glamorous, but thank you for defending them. Let me make it up to you. Why don't we go out tomorrow?"

"HMPH!"

The Northerner ignored me. Despite Liv's struggle, I continued my loving caresses until she cried out in annoyance.

"Ah! My love! Stop being so lascivious!"

I then swept her off her feet as I stole her lips.

Bella sent the assault dishwashers to cover Liv's area, blasting the incoming Wraiths like clay targets.

"Liv, thank you for protecting them. I am so lucky to have you."

"Hmph! Your glib tongue won't get you anywhere!"

I helped her to her feet as I interlocked my fingers with hers. I pulled gently, and she followed me like a docile pet.

When I finally reunited with the 2nd Amendment, I saw their faces of mixed emotions.

"I know you all have questions. But these women are my beloved kindred, the Seven Sirens. Let us wait a little, they should be finishing soon."

Everyone nodded wordlessly. Jas approached me with the M24 slung over her shoulder. She hugged me from the side and licked my cheek.

"Husband, all the Phantoms are dead. The White Guard has arrived and is cleaning up the stragglers. I have the highest contribution. I want my reward."

Amused that my girls were acting like children looking for prizes, I gave my raven-haired wife a passionate kiss. The softness of her lips made me burn with desire, and it was then that I noticed that the battlefield was already silent.

When I turned around, nearly a thousand corpses littered the receiving area, I could make out my girls returning to me.

Bella then approached me with praise.

"Honey, congratulations on your first victory. Eight Reapers against a thousand."

"Victory, huh?"

I pondered as I viewed the battle's aftermath.