Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Despite being so close to the sound of the explosions, I stood my ground. While I looked fearless, my heart was of course beating wildly. It fucking hurt to get shot. What more when the bullet that hit you was a fucking howitzer shell.

But I did not stop firing. Artillery was not just big ass guns shooting big bullets from a distance. They were as much a weapon of psychological warfare as they were of ordnance. After all, no matter how powerful a man was, he could never outgun artillery.

The proper military term was shock and awe.

Shock was because both tanks and artillery were powerful battlefield factors that could suddenly turn the tide of battle. And because of their sheer firepower, most troops would be thrown into chaos and confusion.

If shock were all they were good for, they would not be as effective as they were. But alas, they were designed for a far more sinister purpose. And that was the "awe" part. They were designed to be flashy and loud for two reasons

First, the mere sight of such weapons would instill fear, the more soldiers understood what they were. If you were an ordinary grunt and saw howitzer shells falling from the sky, any sane man would think twice before advancing.

After all, if you were in range and a target, even a tank would not help you. But more than that, the damage these weapons could inflict went beyond mere physical harm.

They minimized the impact of a single soldier and demoralized entire armies if left unchallenged.

If you had friends or family torn apart by such things, you would not only hate them with a passion, but develop an instinctive fear of them.

In World War I, the effects of artillery were so severe that surviving soldiers could not return to normal life. The medical community coined the term "shell shocked."

It was the psychological condition used to describe soldiers exposed to the intense and relentless bombardment of artillery shells during World War I. This term eventually gave way to the term post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD.

Shell-shocked veterans often trembled uncontrollably, suffered from headaches and dizziness, and were extremely sensitive to loud noises and flashes of light.

In essence, they relived the bombing at the slightest stimulus similar to the ordeal they had experienced.

All of this happened when they were awake. When they slept, the demons they carried were much worse. Anxiety, nightmares, emotional numbness, and an inability to sleep or concentrate.

Artillery gained its title as king of the battlefield at the cost of many lives.

And now I brought the same demon of war to Hellsgate. The only difference was that they were even more effective against the undead, who knew no fear. Like months to a flame, the Rank F's continued to charge at me.

Under the barrage of my avatars, the soulless, and the M777s, they all died pathetic deaths. If you ever wanted to see what Ragdoll effects would look like in real life, this was it. Limbs and torsos flew into the air. Blood rained everywhere as dust and smoke clouded the area.

And yet they were still running towards me. As more and more shells fell to the ground, even the surviving body parts were shredded. If this continued, there would literally be nothing left to salvage from the rank F's.

'Exa, change all my ammunition to Sacreds.'

[Roger, reloading Sacreds. Sunday reloaded... Monday reloaded... Tuesday reloaded...]

While Exa did her thing, I used {Imaging} - Xray to scan the area. As the common undead continued to run to their deaths, I noticed that the rank E's had split into two groups.

The groups were separated by those who could think and those who could not. Of course, this was also true for the Rank D Lizardkin.

After witnessing the utter slaughter of their allies, they all stopped short of entering the {Portals}. Giants, Undertakers, and Cyclops, none of whom could think, on the other hand continued to die en mass.

However, the Undead Chieftains, Spike Dogs, Bearmen, and even the Fishmen and Hobbits all cowered, unwilling to advance. While the undead simply stood still, the monsters trembled with fear.

'What are you all going to do now? Why do you even fight?' I wondered as I watched them.

Suddenly I heard the monsters arguing!

"Why stop! Charge!" "But the ground is alive!" "The ground has teeth!" "I'm scared!" "Go! Or you die!" "You go! I stay!" "King comes!" "Orders absolute!" "NO!" "Wait for ground to quiet." "Smelly ones go first!" "Smelly Ones, no fear! "Hooray for Smelly Ones!"

"What the fuck am I listening to? Are they actually communicating with each other?"

[It has long been suspected that animals have a way of communicating and forming groups. It seems that the monsters of Hellsgate are similar. {Listen} has shared that {Interpret} has improved enough to allow interspecies communication.]

"I see, is that why Jo can hypnotize the monsters to do her bidding?"

[I believe so. Lady Jo's {Announce} and Death Resonance tactics only work on those who understand her commands. And by gaining {Huddle}, even just having a brain makes it possible to be hypnotized by her.]

"Hmm. Does that mean I can talk to fish now?"

[Yes. Even insects are theoretically possible. This is also why Lady Liv's [War Cry] is an extremely effective taunt skill.]

"That makes sense. Taunts in games are basically brainwashing skills. Then I can just use it now too."

[Saturday reloaded... 50 30mm Sacreds have been loaded into Burger and Fries has been loaded with Blessed Switchblades.]

"Perfect. This will be a good time to farm Sacreds. Exa, prepare [Warcry]. What would be a good insult for lizards?"

[I have no idea what you would consider a good insult. For one thing, insults only work if the target of the insult has an ego that can be manipulated or abused. Monsters have no such inclination, so the idea of insulting them makes little sense.]

"Tsk. Your no fun," I quipped in annoyance.

I took a deep breath, pulled my diaphragm in, and roared like my life depended on it.

"HEY, YOU FUCKING COLD-BLOODED, SPINELESS LIZARD SCUM! YOUR MOTHERS PRACTICALLY ABANDONED YOU ALL BECAUSE YOU WERE STUPID ASS GAY INCELS! IF YOU WANT FOOD! I AM RIGHT HERE!}"

[My lord, with the exception of a few species, reptiles are generally oviparous. This means that they lay eggs, and once the eggs are laid, the parents provide no further care. Once the eggs hatch, they are often left to fend for themselves.]

"Wow, that's metal as fuck!"

No matter what I said, the effect of [Warcry] was immediate. I began to feel my blood boil as I was exposed to the blood lust of over a thousand beings. Because of the connection through the {Portals}, my [War Cry] should reach farther than Liv's taunt earlier.

And like rabid dogs, the monsters who had hesitated before lost their minds and charged recklessly. Bella's soulless army continued to lay down a wall of lead that tore the monsters apart.

But larger species like Spikedogs and Cyclopes acted as shields, allowing the smaller ones to pass safely through the kill zone.

However, the overwhelming force of the howitzers still sent them skyward. In several pieces. Of course, there were hundreds of Rank F's that were obliterated for every shell that struck.

"Such a waste! Time to farm Benevols! Let it rip!"

My seven bodies began to unleash blessed rounds that looked like small galaxies. Against the backdrop of the faint night sky of Hellsgate, the Sacred's transformed the dust explosions into glowing masses of golden light.

Unlike lead, the Rank F's were no longer tossed around, but completely vaporized. The freed space allowed more monsters to pour in. Only to take the place of those that had disappeared, and to be turned to dust all the same. Enjoy more content from empire