Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 754: Heroine Chapter: Have a good one! [1/2]

Chapter POV: Robyn Lithgow Smith

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"Munch…Munch…Fucking dickheads!"

As I ran towards the ground at full speed as I ate. I originally positioned my {save} point up high to see the entire battlefield. I needed to in order to maximize our plan.

In the beginning, Bella only wanted Hellsend to dig trenches and planned to use them as moats. Aki suggested to turn them into death traps instead. I suggested to create a simple pitfall trap with my newest {fate}. My Jap sister requested to fill the holes with spears pointed up.

Steel sheets were easy enough to get. Licia and the Deryks were damn useful in getting them. We just covered the holes with them. After adding some dirt and my {fate} and you get giant ass pitfall traps. Large chasms that spanned almost the entire defensive line.

Of course, it was only because I ascended that this trap was even possible. Still, the traps could be considered team Avil’s first collaboration. Jo further improved it by suggesting we placed everyone else besides the holes.

By everyone, she meant every able body that was not part of the 2nd Amendment or the Siren Squads. This group included Rogues, Slaves and Production reapers. They were only given one command. "Shoot anything that tried to get out of the holes."

From where I was, I could see the tidy lines of fucksticks turned into a dog’s breakfast. Thousands screamed as they fell to their deaths. Those that could fly or tried to take command were gunned down by Hellsend.

Even the larger sized Champions were helpless as they got pounded by the crap the European slagger brought. The new MBT’s and Attack helicopters did most of the heavy lifting. The four choppers were absolutely blasting the shit out of anything trying to get out the holes.

"I am starting to feel sorry for this cunts? Well… Not really."

But If I was in their position, I would probably just choose to eat a tank round and die. The alternative was much worse. Once again, the Italian nutjob just showed how demonic she could be.

Voices by the thousands echoed along the holes. They were far too chaotic for me to make sense of. And it wasn’t because they were speaking over ten different languages, it was because the nutjob was messing with them in the worse way possible.

"PAPA! HELP!!" "Huh? Camila! is that you? Where are you?" "PAPA! I’m here!" "Captain!

Get a hold of yourself!" "PAPA! THEY ARE HURTING ME!!!!" "CAMILA!" "CAPTAIN! It’s the enemy! How the hell can your 7-year-old daughter be here, she is dead!"

A Chuckie with black hair scampered along the walls, a voice came from its mouth despite it no longer having a nose nor half its face. "PAPA! HELP! The bad people are after me!! PAPA!! PAPA!!!"

"WHAT! CAMILA! CAMILA! HANG ON DAUGHTER! PAPA IS COMING TO SAVE YOU! HOW DARE YOU ASSHOLES HURT MY DAUGHTER!

I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"This fucking idiot! Everyone, stop him! The captain has gone insane! Kill that Rank F!"

"PAPA!"

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"FUCK YOU ALL! GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!"

"ELIMINATE THE CAPTAIN! ATTACK!"

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One of the squad captains who tried to command the survivors became Jo’s target. His summoned Champion, a majestic flying snake of some sort, began spitting poison on those he tried to lead away.

And it was not just him. I saw over a dozen Phantoms behave like drongos. Those who took charge all suddenly went insane. They began hallucinating that their lovers or people they cherished were here dying with them.

If that was not enough, Zombies who had the same characteristics would pop out. The Phantoms would be duped into killing their allies all in the name of the fucking corpses. Obviously, this would only happen if they were off their rocker.

"Tsk. This goes way beyond fucked up. The nutjob is really mad as a cut snake. Exa, this is her right?"

[Yes, Lady Robyn. Lady Jo created an intricate {Program} called [Save me]. It uses the {Fate} {Echo}, Programs [Whisper], [Mimic] and her soulgear’s 2nd and 3rd ability, {Communication} and {Share} to create an elaborate play that causes allies to turn on one another.]

"I know I am going to regret this, but how does it work? Can I stop it if the slagger uses it on me?"

[No, my lady. At the moment, you will not be able to resist. Using {Communication}, Lady Jo would invade a target’s mind and find their most precious person. She would then project that person onto a Rank F with {Share} causing one to hallucinate.]

"Wouldn’t I be able to stop it? I mean if I see Possum moving around it would be obvious, won’t it?"

[If [Save me] ended there that would be the case. But Lady Jo takes it a step further. Using [Whisper], she would control the Rank F to move and behave like the target’s person. Once [Mimic] and {Echo} are added, the illusion would become even more real.]

"So? I would see and hear Possum. Big deal."

[Lady Jo also assaults the target with [Whispers] and Death Resonance to remind them of their mistakes. This is the final nail in the coffin. Its psychological warfare taken to the extreme. [Save Me] plays on one’s deepest traumas in order to manipulate and coerce.]

"Huh? What does that mean?"

[[Save me] specifically searches for targets who have regrets about letting someone they cared for die. I am actually the one filtering this information for Lady Jo. The one on the flying snake is Ricardo García, a Phantom who decided to participate in this mission for his daughter Camila. Camila died 3 years ago while Ricardo was working.]

"Wait, why is he here for her? Isn’t she dead?"

[From the mind scans Lady Jo and I had gotten. 90% of the Reapers in this army were promised that one of their dead relatives would be brought back to life. Thus, they all volunteered to be part of this invasion despite the risks.]

At Exa’s words I figured appeared in my mind. A man who I considered my teacher, friend and father. One who at one point in time, I considered my everything. In fact, he was the reason I gained {Carry} in the first place.

{Carry} was the {Fate} I got, when I wanted to be able to bring him to safety. That person, the one I considered my only family. The one who gave me the name Robyn. Died on my back as I tried to drag him to the hospital.

The dead do not come back to life. This was the rules of this world. No matter what I or anyone else wanted. Unable to understand why they believe such crap, I asked Exa.

"W-What? Why do they even believe that it is possible in the first place?"

[According to their information it was to be done by a Peruvian Specter known as the Nuestra Señora del Valle (Spanish for Our Lady of the Valley). It seems one of her {fates} allows the revival of the dead. There is no record of this information in Graveyard or the Administration data I have access to. But the invaders seem to believe it.]

Even if it was possible, I didn’t believe it was right to bother those who were already resting. It felt horrible to be woken up especially from eternal rest. I couldn’t even imagine how pissed off I would be, it they did that to me.

"Huff…I am tired Robyn…I lived a long life…I want to rest…"

"Hick. Hick. Sniff. Okay. Rest well...Uncle Teyrnon...Have a good one."

Just remembering him made me feel crappy.

’If I saw him instead of Possum…I would…yeah. I would probably act the same way.’

I shook my head and refocused on the battle. The chaos along pitfall traps was a given. Despite being to one to drop the South American’s dead, I only managed to kill less than a hundred. While many Champions vanished, from the actual Reapers only weak Wraiths got taken out by the fall.

The Phantoms and most of the Wraiths who fell, survived. Naturally they tried to get out of the holes. But as we had a majority of our forces prepared to shoot those that did, only a few managed to return to battlefield.

Those that did, joined the other parts of the battle, three bridges that controlled entry into our fort. These bridges were the ones we call point A, B and C. And unlike the ditches where Jo’s crazed Phantoms had an overwhelming advantage, the other areas were not doing so well.