Limitless The Strongest Revenant

I raised all my weapons and began shooting at anything I could see. As the two sides met, the ground shook as if there was an avalanche coming. Footfalls by the thousands echoed all around. And at the center of it was me and my guns.

"[Inventory] Burger and Fries."

At my command my UGV's vanished into particles of light. Even without them there was no danger. For one Herman's Conquistadors were busy trying to survive. For one, their entire battle tactic was flawed against Hellsend. If they fought any other army, they might have triumphed.

"Why are you still using square formations when your enemy has automatic weapons? Fucking idiots!"

That was the main reason, his Champion army was crap. They were using outdated military tactics from their period. And while that would work extremely well against knights and mage parties against my forces it would be the equivalent of presenting your ass to get fucked.

Usually when it came to battle, people only remembered three periods: medieval, modern and space age.

Medieval was the periods of cold weapons. These were the romanticized years of swords and spears. Its crowning glory was the age of the mounted knights. Space age was naturally any setting that went beyond the realm of reality and used sci-fiction elements. Modern on the other hand was the art of war associated with reality.

Hellsgate as a general rule was Medieval that mixed fantasy elements like Isekai stories from anime and manga. They had knights, archers and mages and all that crap. Herman's Champions however diverged from this. There was a reason conquistadors were not as famous as knights.

It was because compared to romanticized image of mounted cavalry they had an extremely short history. They were among the forces in between the Medieval and modern periods. And that would be the same reason they would die today not being able to accomplish anything.

Even though the Conquistadors were made of soul, they had limits. Being blasted again and again by bullets naturally fucked up even Champions. I could only imagine how taxing it must be to replenish his soldiers again and again as they died.

For one, Herman's army lacked shields. This was because the period his warriors came from already had guns. Extremely crappy guns by modern standards but guns none the less. Much like during the American Civil War the guns radically changed the way battles were fought.

Because of their power it became completely useless to carry shields. However, as guns back then did not have a high rate of fire, the riflemen were still given swords or spears. This from what I saw was the basis of Herman's Champions.

"[Inventory] Burger and Fries."

I resummoned my UGVs as I continued to rain lead on Herman's goons. Burger immediately resumed firing its main gun at my target. Fries moved back as it launched all the switchblades on its frame.

While I didn't know much about politics and all that crap, I had fascination with the armies and their tactics. Basically, the Conquistadors before me, fought like musketeers from France. They used volley fire formations where anyone who had a gun would line up and fire.

These rows of guns would be extremely vulnerable after firing. They would be protected by infantry with spears or pikes to give them time to reload. Herman's armies seem to follow this tactic. Thus, his marched his Champions in square formations with crossbowmen at the center encircled by pike men around them.

While such tactics would work against cavalry and infantry, they meant squat to Hellsend. The reason such battle tactics were no longer used was because against anyone who had a modern-day rifle or grenade launcher, bunching up in a fucking square was the absolute worst thing you could do.

And if that was the case against modern day riflemen, how much worse would it be if you had helicopter gunships or tanks firing everything, they had at you? Inadvertently, Herman's inability to adapt to modern weaponry created such a pathetic situation his power as a Specter was turned to shit.

"They are no different from zombies…"

Forget being able to fight, Herman who was unable to retreat ended up having to use his Champions as human shields. Their pikes and crossbows meant absolutely nothing in front of 70mm unguided rockets and 20mm gatling guns.

As rocket after rocket detonated on the pitiful conquistadors, I felt a tinge of sympathy for them. The Mangusta's were reinforced my MAARs and effectively pinned the Specters in a wall of lead.

Having higher technology was what allowed the Conquistadors of Spain to establish their empires anyway. It was funny seeing an Inca Warrior and a Conquistador fighting together, when history wise the later butchered the former to extinction as "indigenous savages". But then again didn't the English do the same even to native Americans?

Being able to decimate a Specter was not something you could do every day. And I wasn't about to let the chance slip. I joined Henry kept firing 40mm grenades and the highest calibers I could at Herman and Co. Carlos for some reason still had yet to move.

After a few minutes of blasting Herman's conquistador wall, I complained in irritation, "This is going to take a while just how many souls does he have?"

Slowly but surely, I felt the vibrations from the ground begin to tilt me off balance. {Sonar} was having a field day as hundreds of signatures raced towards me from both sides. But I wasn't worried. Unlike these bastards who had outdated tactics, my army did not.

[Father, please take cover. The Challengers will begin engaging the enemy.]
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"Sure. Thanks Alfonso."

Within the next moment several deep, rumbling booms echoed. Like thunder rolling across the sky they filled the air. Despite being behind me, powerful gushes of air twisted as they broke the sound barrier.

Each powerful 120mm shell created a distinctive echo, reverberating off the ground in a chaotic symphony. As I stood along the same battlefield low-frequency vibrations resonated in my chest. A short pause of unsettling silence followed. Then all hell broke loose.

My eyes which were enhanced with souls saw the carnage that single salvo created. Both exhilarating and terrifying, the sheer power and precision of the Challenger 2s had me spellbound.

The hundreds of Champions of all shapes and sizes were thrown into chaos! Large bipedal animals ate the APFSDS shells and had entire chunks of their bodies ripped out. The succeeding explosions shredded those beside them with fire and shrapnel.

"MOOO!!!!" "AHHHH!!!"

Summoned and summoner alike were thrown about like leaves during a hurricane. The small creatures were erased completely leaving only charred corpses reminiscent of shit. Even their blood did not had the chance to spill on the ground.

"DO NOT FEAR! RIDE! RIDE! MY REAPERS!"

Like the suicidal charges of Samurai, the few that survived continued to advance undaunted. They exuded bravery, power and majesty that seemed eerily beautiful. It was like scenes shot from the climax of war movies.

Under normal circumstances such sights would be immortalized in the halls of time. Unfortunately, this was no movie. This was real life. And real life would fuck you up if you let it.

I turned to look at the skies which now only had Hellsend forces lingering in the air. Many would chastise Mike's morals as his unit ignored the Champions and killed the Reapers directly. But such was what I taught them. Hellsend had no morals we only had results.

"Wyvern Air Wing! Anyone who gets hit by the Howitzers gets scouting duty for the rest of month! "

"FUCK YOU SQUAD LEADER! I ALREADY AM ON SCOUTING DUTY!"

"OY! HERE THEY COME!"

Several whistles came from the air that would be comforting or terrifying depending on who you were. And in the next second the Howitzer shells from the CAESARs terraformed the battlefield. The ground was torn apart as if a fantasy monster bit, chewed and spat it back out.

Pillars of ash, dust and smoke rose ominously. Like graves that marked the annihilation of anything who had the bad luck of being shelled by artillery. Whatever forces from South America's 1st wave survived the Challengers disappeared like mirages in a hot desert.

Not giving any quarter to our opponents, another Salvo came from the Challengers. As consequence, the same tragic scenes of brutalized Champions once again repeated. However, as there were only ten of the European MBTs a few of the faster enemies broke through.

I was about to intercept them when I heard the angry roars of diesel engines. Along with them was the iconic ratatat of hundreds of M2 Browning "Ma Duece" .50 cal machine guns. Their targets? The speeding Champions that looked like panthers, foxes, giant swallows and refrigerator-sized lady bugs.