Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Although these days, it was much more common to see it strapped on Reaper or Predator drones. Each was worth around $150,000. And had been in service since 1984. Its worldwide adoption spoke not only of its stellar record but also of its reliability, power, and ease of use.

Following the screeching missile, it then slammed into the Demonkin's crotch. The Hellfire missile then exploded, making the air ripple. More chaos ensued as a searing flash of light and a low boom echoed soon after.

From where I stood, over a hundred meters away, violent gusts of wind and an aftershock slammed into me. Without {Withstand} I felt myself being slightly pushed back. Even my feet felt the tremors of the explosion.

No sound followed, so Exa must have protected me from the worst of it. Still, from the raging fires and the smoke coming out of the demonkin's spot, I was sure the bastard was gone. When I focused my eyes, I saw the pathetic state of the Reborn.

It still had its head, but now had only a third of its torso left. While it still had two arms, they were cut off at the elbows. It was like someone took a giant office puncher and pressed it on his lower body.

A describable primal emotion consumed me as my blood raced. Seeing the state of my enemy made my desire for destruction run wild. Anyone who shot a gun would know the feeling. The power of omnipotence that arose when you destroyed something.

"FUCK, THAT WAS AWESOME! NEXT!" I screamed in excitement.

Luckily, it was still tied up. My target had not yet fallen because its neck was securely braced to my construct. The demonkin slumped down as if it were unconscious. Sadly, if he thinks the experiment is over, he is mistaken.

"Exa".

[Understood. IF-Restore in progress.]

Two more, much smaller Switchblade 600s flew towards the demonkin's dead and exploded. While chaotic detonations of fire, shrapnel, and smoke were created, they were inferior to those made by the Hellfire missile.

When the smoke finally cleared, the demonkin's sorry excuse for a skull began to reassemble itself. More and more detonations from the other Switchblades followed suit. While the {Restore} {Kismet} did heal the bastard, it needed to break him open first before it would work.

"GRAUAHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The bloodcurdling scream would make most people shiver. But unlike them, I had the power of modern science by my side. But a slight regret consumed me. The Hellfire missile was majestic. The next explosions would be less impressive by comparison.

"Sigh, I should have started the other way around. Children, have at it."

[I understand, Father; I will go next,] declared Alfonso.

I nodded in approval and watched as the Challenger 2 inched forward and turned its turret. Of the weapons Exa listed, only two of them needed only one round. The Mangusta's Hellfire and the Challenger 2's main gun.

[Firing APFSDS.]

As Alfonso fired, a blinding flash of light immediately illuminated the area. I knew better than to look at the gun as the shell left the muzzle. Dust and smoke got chaotically stirred up around me like a storm. My immediate surroundings became hazy from all the crap in the air.

The smell was acrid. It was the familiar odor of gunpowder and burnt propellant. It stung your nostrils and reminded me of fireworks. There was also a whiff of a very heavy and intense metallic smell in the air, like that of iron.

The sharp, thunderous crack followed by a deep, echoing boom resonated in the air. Similar to the Hellfire the large gun made the ground vibrate under your feet. I noticed that the sound got noticeably softer quickly, so Exa was still doing her magic.

To anyone else, it must have been like standing right next to the engine of a jet aircraft during takeoff. I also felt something reverberate in my chest, a low thrum passing through my body. Along with a thud in my chest and even a slight jolt to the bones.

"Maybe standing beside the thing was a bad idea," I murmured in retrospect.

Still much like with the Hellfire, I grew giddy from the sensation. This was the absolute epitome of masculinity. The raw power of science and technology as it did the impossible. I didn't even see the damage yet, but I was already close to jumping up and down like a kid.

I turned around and saw the carnage on the demonkin. Much like before, it once again had close to 60% of its torso gone. Its arms were completely gone. As were its legs. On the other hand. Its hands and feet still remained attached to the construct.

"Alfonso, how many types of ammo do you have?"

[For those suitable for the current target, 3. Armor-Piercing Fin-Stabilized Discarding Sabot (APFSDS) which are meant for armor. High-Explosive Squash Head (HESH) meant for buildings and infantry. And High-Explosives (HE) for unarmored targets and suppression.]

"Good. Exa?"

My trusty AI didn't reply. She answered by having the Switchblades bombed the demonkin to kingdom come. For the next few minutes, all that could be heard was my voice, Alfonso's, and the demonkin's. That was, of course, if you excluded the devastating explosions going around.

"GRAUAHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

[Firing HESH.]

"Not bad. Exa?"

—

"BROAAAAAARGHHHHHH!!!!!"

[Firing HE.]

"Wasn't as effective; let's try Red, White, Orange, and Sunset rounds in that order. Exa?"

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"JUST FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY!" the demonkin roared.

[Firing Red APFSDS.]

"WOOOAH! That was cool. Next!"

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"WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE…"

[Firing Red HESH.]

"Hmm. Nothing beats APFSDS. Next!"

—

"I CALL FOR PEACE…"

[Firing Red HE.]

"HEs are really not suitable. White rounds, next!"

—

"PLEASE STOP…"

[Firing White APFSDS.]

"HAHAHA HOLY FUCK! Look at the size of that hole. Next!"

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"I WILL NEVER GO AGAINST REAPERS AGAIN!"

[Firing White HESH.]

"Meh, 8/10. Next!"

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"I CAN HELP YOU!"

[Firing White HE.]

"Well, that was useless. Move on to Orange rounds, next!"

—

"I WILL SERVE YOU!"

[Firing Orange APFSDS.]

"HAHAHA! Look at that fucker burn! Next!"

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"MERCY!"

[Firing Orange HESH.]

"I love the smell of burning demonkin in the morning. Next!"

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"I'M SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!"

[Firing Orange HE.]

"Hmm, that seemed lackluster. Move to Sunset rounds, next!"

—

After that, I had the others test variations for all the other weapons. Going down each weapon type to see the damage it caused. It was an extremely productive morning. Whatever negative feelings I had got blown away by the thundering gunfire of my children.

Around noon of the same day, my girls finally returned with the other princes in tow. They looked a little beat up but were still alive. Sort of. Many people suddenly showed up. But, I could only focus on the three other princes.

"Good. Now I can do even more tests! Time to test with Holy blessings next."

As I stared in happiness at my three new assistants, I heard a faint murmur. It came from the still-tied-up target, who was helping with my experiments.

"Run away; this man is worse than the devil himself!"

"Welcome, everyone! Ignore the rude bastard there. I am always eager to get some friends for the next round of experiments. Thank you for coming; I hope you enjoy your stay!" I greeted warmly.