Limitless The Strongest Revenant

[Our forces do not have a defensible position. Even with {Rewind} and {Limitless}, it is impossible to kill everything faster than they could overwhelm us. This goes for both you, my lord and the ladies.] Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

I knew this truth well. When I didn't have the 2nd Amendment nor Hellsend, I often was mobbed close to death. No matter how many bullets or guns you had, if a hundred enemies came for you every second, you will get overwhelmed. Period.

Human wave tactics, the core tactic of the ancient world was to simply throw bodies at your enemies till you won. While most militaries tried to avoid it, baring the staggering loss of human life, it was brutally effective.

No matter how adept or advanced an army was, if they were not allowed to rest, they would lose. People would get tired and begin to make mistakes. Injuries would pile upon on top of each other. Even armor would eventually start to fail given enough hits.

That was how physics worked. This was especially true for weapons. Blades dulled the more they cut. Blunt weapons had it better but also failed given enough time. The more complex the weapon the easier this problem reared its ugly head.

Even bows would snap or break if you kept drawing full powered shots without stopping. However, as most humans failed before their equipment did it the only focus of the medieval world was to allow the gear to last till the human fell.

If for some fucking reason the warrior somehow managed to outlast his weapons, the result was still the same. Not unless a warrior could fight naked, he would still only have death waiting for him at the end of his battle.

Thus, even if the Sirens and I could kill millions of ghouls and tens or even hundreds of Vampires, the same truth applied to us. Because of {Eat} and {Rewind} this might take longer but it was not permanent. Sooner or later, we would overdraft. And then we would die.

"…"

[The Vampire army that surrounds them Lizardkin army outnumbers them a thousand to one. While majority of them are ghouls the presence of over two thousand Rank C Vampires along with a hundred Rank B Nobles are concerning.]

It might have been possible if we only had to deal with only the Ghouls or the Vampires. But to need to fight both was certain death. While we did fight against even worse odds during the Song of the Sirens and Operations scissors, we had time to plan.

For the Song of the Sirens, we created a defensible position and a kill box. We altered the terrain and forced the Undead into a narrow space. Because it was only against common Rank F's we could lead them using {Honey Trap} and shift the heat and recover.

On the other hand, operation scissor was only possible because of the 777 howitzers. While we did the same things as the Song of the Sirens, rifles and 40mm grenades were not enough to stop the Lizardkin.

Mankind in his desire to fuck each other up, knew human waves tactics were effective. Thus, he created weaponry to combat this specific problem. And his answer was to no longer bother to aim and simply destroy an area with unrelenting fire power.

The entire concept of howitzers was designed to be antithesis of human wave tactics. The tyrannical power of the modern 155mm shell prevented human bodies from doing their job. how? By erasing them from existence.

A single shell had the bower to reduce the human body to dust. Thus, when heavy artillery was into play it did not matter how many bodies you threw, they would be gone before the next shell arrived.

Unfortunately, we didn't have the 777's at the moment, and even if we did, they would merely be destroyed as we had no defensible position. Our enemies were coming from every fucking corner of not only this floor but the ones above and below it.

We had Switchblades, but even their power could not carpet bomb an entire floor. Another problem was that unlike the Song of the Sirens and operation Scissor, we could not have the Sirens hunt.

Hearing such dire circumstances made my stomach drop to the floor. Killing ten or twenty Vampires was fine. But thousands? {Rewind} was not omnipotent. For one it had a cool down. And needed the {Save} point to be protected.

Otherwise even if you did {Rewind} it would be moot.

Even if the girls and I continued to resist, once their {Replace} and {Rewinds} go into cooldown, we would be just like everyone else. For the rest of my party, it was even worse.

And that was not counting the chance of my girls getting consumed by malice. The numbers that we now had to face dwarfed the Lizardkin army Roach brought. All seven Sirens were present then. And two of them still had pseudo soul collapses despite wearing benevols.

'Although the girls had Juno with them. So long as she continued to drain the girls of malice theoretically it should be possible,' I hoped.

What this simply mean was that the situation was beyond fucked. We were outnumbered, outwitted and had no support. We didn't even have the chance to run away because they knew exactly where we were before Gaspar's army even moved.

I would be here with Stefan while the girls would be going for the Lizardkin infants…

Fuck. Hold up. Was that why Gaspar kept saying he served the duke? To intentionally send me to investigate the Japanese reincarnator? Was that why they kept him around despite being a loser?

But how did he even know I would come? How would he know that I be crazy enough to go for Evelyn? Did Gaspar guard Evelyn all for this moment? Did they even anticipate my alliance with the Lizardkin? Did they steal the lizardkin eggs all to ensure my girls would be separated from me? No that made no sense.

"…"

This. This was fucking insane… this went beyond hero syndrome. I felt like I was dancing in the palm of someone. And I couldn't even guess who it was. I didn't even know if my guesses were accurate, or I was just being paranoid. But that didn't even matter.

What I did know was that unless I figured out a way to get out of this, I would die here. As my emotions began to go awry my heart began to beat wildly. Slowly but surely, I began to comprehend just how truly fucked we were.

'Fuck. Calm down! Calm down the fuck down, John!'

I could feel my breath quicken and my eyes begin to narrow. Understandably my body began to tense up and entered fight or die mode. The gravity of the situation caused me to imagine the worst-case scenarios.

The taste of despair and hopelessness made me lose my nerve. We were out played from the start. This was the problem with being the one attacking. If you weren't able to anticipate traps you would be led by the nose.

[My lord, the Sirens have begun to engage. They are leading the Awakened to the closest corner of the floor and intend to dig in.]

That was an excellent response to their situation. Rather than defend from four sides it would be easier to intentionally place your back to a corner. This limited the attacks from behind and would allow the girls to concentrate their fire forward.

'But it will not be enough. This tactic will work if they can prevent themselves from getting overwhelmed. If they cannot guarantee that, this decision effectively cut off all available avenues of escape.'

It was a double edge sword only the truly desperate would be willing to grab on to. I tried to review all my {Fates} and found one perfect for the situation.

'AH I KNOW! We should be able to survive if I cast {Recursion}! If I can get the Awakened to accept then we can fight forever. Exa, can I invoke {Recursion} from here and turn the rest of our allies into my wards?'

[No, my lord, you cannot. {Recursion} is currently unusable as it was invoked during Operation Scissor. Even if that was not the case, you are too far. You would need to go to them fighting what would an army beyond number.]

Suddenly finding hope only for it to be crushed was beyond horrible. It would have been better if none was found at all. My emotions which fluctuated began to make my stomach turn. I felt myself slowly crumbling under the pressure.