Limitless The Strongest Revenant

"Henry, I want you to retreat and assist the rest of the army."

[But father wouldn't that put you in danger? Bleeding the souls from the Specters using the Mangustas is the most effective way with the least risk. Alfonso and Sabel can suppress the rest of enemy combatants even without me.]

I couldn't refute the words of my AI son. Logically speaking, killing the Specters without me engaging them while not efficient was the best way to win without risk. However, that would be boring as shit. And although better in the short term, I still believed brawling with Specters would help me better in the long run.

I was about to answer him, when my other AI children began to express their own colorful opinions.
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[Ry-ry just shut up and do as you are told before I blow your platforms up! I will not tolerate you ignoring Father's will!]

[Henry, Mother is going to reformat you if you do continue this path of action. The 2nd Amendment squads cannot keep up with my pace, redirect your weapon platforms towards my position. Now. Our mission is to destroy our enemy. That is our purpose and only reason for existing.]

[Alfonso, Sabel I have calculated that the recent upgrades gave you two erroneous code which has led to you coming to incorrect conclusions. In short, you two are full of bugs. Mother's primary directive is ensuring Father's survival. I refuse to leave. I will fight you both if I have too.]

Was Bella intentionally trying to make her AI's more human like? It was obvious that Alfonso, Henry, and Sabel were each beginning to create their own values. Among the three, Henry prioritized logic, Alfonso was aggressive while Sabel for lack of better word was a ball of energy.

The last time I spoke with them was before I left, but the changes among the AIs was quite noticeable. While I was aware that AI progressed by leaps and bounds wasn't this too drastic? My AI children were already so distinct they began to quarrel just like children.

'Exa, does this happen quite often?'

[Yes, my lord. Lady Bella's AI children have begun to develop what could only described as egos upon being given mainframes for their use. Due to conflicting directives they often come to odds. The Sirens are usually the one that steps in to mitigate for them.]

Sigh. For some reason, I felt that the battle of AIs in science fiction grew more relatable by the day. Feeling that my words should have some clout as they consider me their father, I tried to get my 2nd son to back off.

"Henry, I require experience fighting Specters. While it would lead to injuries now, the experience would save my life in the future. I promise that I will not die. I already showed you how I fight, right? Please listen to me and help out your siblings."

[… I understand. Pulling out MAARS squads and Mangustas air wing. I apologize for not listening to your words the first time, Father.]

"That is fine. I will ignore you three fighting in front of me but learn to compromise or I have your mother side down and make you. Capeesh?"

[As the first born of the code family, I have no excuses. I apologize Father.]

[Sorry Father. Ugh! it's because of these stupid brothers of mine!]

[Yes, Father. I will ignore Sabel from this point onward.]

[HEY!]

Somehow, I felt drained trying to communicate with my supposed children. While I do appreciate them getting their own voice, it feels like I took a rock and bashed myself with it.

Hopefully when my biological children begin popping out, it would be easier. In line with my instructions, Henry's machines all began to leave. I noticed Herman's army all suddenly vanish when they were no longer being attacked.

'Exa, CSS: Jo, Setting: [Wizard], [Assassin], [Knight]. [Inventory] SCAR-H, AA-12.'

As I walked up to them, I heard Herman and Carlos gasping for air. It was as if they were suffocating. Although, granted that amount of ordinance Henry shot them with, I wouldn't be surprised.

Fire needs oxygen to burn. Thus, getting yourself surrounded by flames would quickly affect the breaths you could spare. But weren't these bastards already Phantoms? Why were still affected by this shit?

I stopped a few feet in front of the two and expressed my desire for a proper fight.

"Hey, you South American fucks! What the hell was that? Herman, why are you trying to use infantry squares against my guys? What kind of idiot are you?

"Huff…Huff…Fucking Yankee! What else could I do you in that situation you bastard!"

Ignoring Herman I turned to his ally and also said a few words.

"And you, Carlos. What the fuck was all that about level 3 or something? Your grand declaration didn't mean jack shit!"

"Cough, cough. Thats because I left them behind. You are a real bastard you know that? What kind of leader begins the battle the moment he finishes the war declaration! They will take you down a peg when they arrive!" Carlos retorted.

"Heh! Stop posturing you bast.."

[My lord, 200 Specters have joined the field! It seems they have been boosted to Specter levels somehow. Our libraries mark them as Phantoms just moments earlier.]

"W-What?"

I turned back and extended my senses. I grew alarmed when I detected over a hundred Specter ranked Reapers charging towards us. Just two gave us this much problem how were we supposed to fight against 200!

"What kind of fucking cheat is that! Your {Fate} boosts Phantoms to Specters?"

"You talk to me of cheats? You are the biggest cheater there is you fucking Yankee prick!" Herman retorted while he resummoned his champions behind him.

The new Specters who just arrived were either extremely fast or durable. I saw giant Hercules beetles, rhinos and tortoises blocking the barrages of the soulless. Yet the Soulless adjust the fire power perfectly forcing them to remain still.

To the skies all manner of giant eagles and moths began overwhelming our fliers. But then Mike and his squad all pull out something from their clothes and placed it on their faces.

"Wyvern air wing! goggles up, prepare to pick up the Green team! Exa, please begin the fireworks!"

[Roger. Mortar teams have finished loading {Flash} mortar shells.]

Immediately after tens of {Flash} bestowed ordinance detonated in the air. Blinding light seared the eyes of our opponents. Under the cover of the scorching illumination. Our Wyverns immediately dove towards the ground!

"Yellow squad! Mind the glare! We are changing targets! I authorize the use of [Overdrive], go all in [Archer]! SHOOT DOWN EVERYTHING IN THE SKY!"

"YES COMMANDER JOSHUA!"

As I could already adjust my eyes, I saw Angela and her men all leap on the Wyverns as they all once again began to ascend.

"Green squad! Masks on! Go over! Barbarian time! Let's fly!"

"OHHHHHH!!!!!"

In an insane act lead by the racist Korean, the green squad began to throw each other from on top the Wyverns towards the enemy fliers. Like pirates they boarded the flying Champions then came for the Reapers with ferociousness. Without an inch of mercy Angela's group terminated their opponents with blows to the head.

"Just what in the world has Joshua been training them on?" I uttered in shock.

Meanwhile medium sized wolf and lion type monsters ran like lightning and were able slip within our riflemen! With their sharp claws and fangs our Reapers got attacked. Some of the beasts began using elemental and all sorts of abilities.

More than our Reapers got mauled and shattered into flashes of light. Luckily reinforcements quickly arrived and drove them away.

"RED NECKS! PLUG THAT HOLE! ITS OUR TIME TO SHINE! CONTACT! Engage in CQC!"

"YUDDHA RAKSHASA! TEAR THEM APART! DAVIS SCOTT! We will take the left side!"

"Squad leader Davis, I am Gareth Fasten! My defenders shall reinforce our right flank!"

"OHHHH! Thanks fellas! The Red squad will take the middle! COME GET SOME!!!!!"

Armed with anti-soul halberds our close quarter combatants ganged up on the beasts like prehistoric hunters. Although I was initially worried, I quickly noticed that despite being Specters, the newcomers still died if they were shot/stabbed enough.

The Red squad who had shotguns and shields, along with Gareth and Krisha's groups stood between our gun wielding squads and acted like tanks. Although we lost a lot of people, the Hellsend army quickly adapted and responded appropriately.

The tactics and counters they used bordered on perfect. Without my input, they learned how to use weapons, tools and tactics to make up for their shortcomings. A mindset unique to humans.