Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Chapter 290: Get to the point. [1/2]

Despite the powerful explosion of the anti-tank warhead and the collision of the fuckboi, I knew that both were still alive. I could still feel the emptiness they registered in my soul-sensing map.

"[Inventory] HCAR, FT5."

I had no idea why they showed up here, but I would rather shoot then ask questions later. I pulled the trigger on the HCAR, wielding it like a pistol and raining .30-06 rounds down on the Specters.

To add to the HCAR's assault, I pressed the firing trigger on the FT5 and launched another 95mm high-explosive anti-tank warhead.

After the first warhead left the FT5, Exa used {Stock} on the broken components and used {Retrieve} to place a new warhead on the FT5.

"{Imaging} - MRI."

Not willing to be taken by surprise, I shifted my vision to use MRI, it was one of the methodologies that used electromagnetism.

'Look at me talking all smart, I didn't even know what methodology meant, yet here I was using it in a sentence.'

That was probably the cause of {code}. Similar to Robyn, I hardly learned any big words. Or rather, even when I did, I forgot them within the same hour.

Ever since I had {Code}, I felt that my brain processed information better as it evolved.

If the rest of the world knew that my Brazilian's {Fate} made people smarter, most would try to use her as a blood bank just for {Code}.

Come to think of it, the same would be true for the rest of the Sirens. They each were pretty overpowered in their own way.

With the MRI, I used magnetic resonance to see right through the dust particles. Fuck the details of how I could create the resonance without magnets, of course, but whatever.

Reapers were mostly moving corpses. So when checked against thermal, we did not glow like normal humans. Of course, I was not smart enough to figure that out. It was the {Fates} themselves who told me.

My role was simply to tell them, "I want to see into the smoke." Then they told me to use the MRI mode of {Imaging}. With my new cheat vision, I could see my opponents standing still in the blast radius.

There were two Specters, or at least that was what I was supposed to see. For some reason, only Raymond stood still as my rockets and Springfield rounds peppered him.

"Fuck! Where is Xan..."

Before I could finish, I heard a voice from behind me. Its tone was similar to a kid bored out of his mind watching paint dry.

"When are you bastards going to stop screwing around?" Roland asked impatiently.

His simple question made me feel the battlefield grow cold. Taken aback, I focused on Raymond and felt a frightening amount of soul being summoned.

"{Sonic Needle}."

"FUCK!"

I saw Raymond's figure raise his arm and throw what looked like an extremely thin spear. The projectile came towards me at an incredible speed. In a panic, I invoked {Code}'s Bullet Time and slowed down my surroundings.

Unfortunately, my efforts had little effect on the lance made of wind. It was too generous to call it a spear, it was just a really long needle. It was over six feet long and extremely thin.

While its appearance was pitiful, the threat it posed was extremely worrisome. But perhaps the most annoying thing about this weapon was that it was aimed at my neck.

The exact spot where my soul gem was placed.

It was something I took for granted. Krishna told me that the battles between the reapers above Phantom took a while because it was not easy to find the soulgem of an opponent.

Since I have [Weakness Targeting]. I got used to seeing where everyone placed their gems.

This was the first time I felt the danger of dying. Although everything that had happened up to that point had hurt a lot, as proven by my earlier decapitation, I was practically immortal.

Even with Raymond and Xander, I tried to find out where their gems were. Despite exploding both of their heads, I couldn't find it. I even sent 500 S&W magnums into Raymond's torso. But no matter what I did, neither man acted like their Soulgems were in danger.

The only exception was me.

Completely preoccupied with fighting two Specters, I forgot all about feints. In my haste to defend myself, I ended up confirming to them where my soulgem was.

Since everything I threw at Raymond was deflected by his wind, I moved my guns to shield my soulgem. But the moment I did, I noticed that both my forearms fell to the ground.

Both were still pulling on the triggers of the HCAR and the FT5 as they fell.

[Class 3 mithridate poison detected. Poison neutralized by {Digest}].

"FUCK! {REGEN}!"

If I would die regardless of if I were to defend or attack, I would prefer to die moving forward. Still reeling from the pain, I gritted my teeth and called up one of my combination skills.

"[Battering Ram]!"

As I curled my body into a smaller target, I suddenly felt a giant needle bounce off the cone of [Battering Ram]! I crossed the stumps of both my arms as I ran forward. My elation was shattered when a single needle shattered my combo skill.

As the cone of energy shattered, one of the needles severed my right shoulder, causing the rest of my arm to fall to the ground.

Despite the hit, I had [Tank], which negated both momentum, impact, and shock.

"[Flash Step]!"

I wanted to break through Raymond's volley of needles. I charged with all my strength even Ignoring what the poison message was trying to tell me. Unfortunately, the ground I was standing on suddenly exploded.

Huge silver teeth tore through the ground as they surrounded me. It was as if I was at the center of a giant flower. The silver petals all rushed towards each other as if to lock me in.

Not wanting to be trapped in this silver prison, I once again used [Sky Walk] to run over it. But the moment I tried, more needles shot past me.

The moment I dodged, the teeth sliced through my legs as the separated spokes began to close.

[Class 3 Mithridat poison detected. Poison neutralized by {Digest}].

'These fucking things must be Xander! It's a good thing it was still class 3, or {Digest} wouldn't be able to handle it.'

I still had no idea what Mithridat class meant in terms of poisons. Similar to {Code}, all I knew was that this classification was the basis for the effectiveness of {Digest}.

It was unfortunate that Exa was not around, otherwise I could have just asked her.