Limitless The Strongest Revenant

So even though they were already mine, I was a little controlling of them. I was afraid that one day they would find someone better and leave me. Such dark fantasies had nothing to do with the girls' behavior, it was my own issue.

Now imagine thinking that way and suddenly hearing that your girls thought the opposite. To them, they were the lucky ones, while you were the catch. The absurdity of it all became comical, and their actions suddenly became extremely adorable.

They were afraid I would run off with someone better because they didn't deserve me. Which is exactly how I felt. In my opinion, they were being extremely silly because the chances of me running off with another woman were nil.

My happiness naturally flooded our {Kindred} link, causing the rest of the Sirens to feel my joy. They all stared at me suspiciously when I stopped walking. Feeling that I owed them an explanation, I spoke to them through our link.

'My precious Sirens, the {Kindred} who owns my heart. You have got it all wrong. Isolde and Angela might as well be pigs from my point of view. You could be covered in mud while they are clean and naked and I would still find you girls sexier. Please believe me.'

The feelings I was sending them made the girls blush with bashfulness. They must have forgotten that I could hear thoughts about killing the Wyvern and the racist Korean.

The Sirens all backed away and grabbed Isolde and Angela in panic. The two had pale faces as they were held by all seven of my girls.

"My love, we will come back later, enjoy your gifts."

"Dearest, I bid you farewell. You two, come with us."

"Possum, don't miss us too much. We'll meet again later."

"Bye, darling! You sluts smell fishy! Wash up!"

"Honey, remember your dignity, okay? And you two, have some fucking class!"

"Husband, you heard nothing, okay?"

"Shujin, till our next meeting."

As if they were burglars caught in the act of stealing, the Sirens opened a {Portal} and carried Isolde and Angela away, fleeing the scene. The two couldn't even scream as the girls covered their mouths with their hands.

Mike and Joshua were visibly startled, but held back. They probably knew that I would shoot them if they raised weapons against my harem. A second later, the nine girls were gone, leaving only Mike, Santiago, Joshua, Vincent and me.

"Boss, the mistresses took Isolde where?" Mike asked awkwardly.

"They were quite displeased that neither Angela nor Isolde were presentable. The Sirens want to help them clean up before they return," I explained.

"I see, then please thank them on our behalf, my lord. Angela and I... We were, uh, just getting ready to come here."

"Yes, sorry Hefe, the Señoras are crazy. I thought Lady Inari was going to kill me earlier. I was about to leave after I finished my drink."

Unable to blame them for their thoughts, I just smiled and nodded. Then I walked over to Vincent, who was standing on one of the crates. Santiago, being the chatty bastard that he was, began to share his thoughts with the Korean and the cowboy.

"Amigo, is El Hefe on drugs or something? He's still making that stupid face."

"Santi, shut the fuck up, I swear your mouth is going to get you shot one day."

"Quiet, do you want to be visited by the Sirens again?" Joshua reminded them.

When we finally reached Vincent, he took out what looked like a backpack with gas tanks and a hose. Of course, being the gun and war nerd that I am, I recognized it immediately.

"An M9-7 flamethrower. How many did you get?"

"We only got 10 original wands, but retrofitted some M2 wands for a total of 35," Vincent replied with pride.

The M9-7, or full name M9A1-7, was the definitive version of the M2 family of flamethrowers.

It used two gas tanks to create powerful flames that could reach up to 65 feet. The tanks were filled with napalm or gasoline, which burned the shit out of everything, and nitrogen, which served as propellant.

Flamethrowers were used with great success in both World Wars and the Vietnam War. Their strength lies in their ability to engage and destroy enemies hiding under cover or in trenches.

Funnily enough, it wasn't just the Americans who thought about roasting their enemies. Practically everyone else did as well.

Due to the danger of being shot in combat, flamethrowers fell out of favor when they were mounted on tanks instead of people. Still, for our purposes, these would cook monsters and zombies alike.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Vincent then moved to another crate and pulled out a shoulder mounted launcher with a rocket on the end.

It was the RPG 7 or Ruchnoy Protivotankovyy Granatomot or Russian for Handheld Anti-Tank Grenade Launcher. Most gun nuts assumed the RPG stood for Rocket Propelled Grenade, which made sense, but wasn't true.

These boom sticks were basically anti-tank weapons that packed a lot of punch. From what I had seen, I was sure that they could take out rank E's no problem.

Vincent held the one he had out to me and explained.

"I have 100 launchers and over 300 warheads. I was told that Hellsend felt the lack of firepower when they faced Andromalius. For now, these would be a step in the right direction."

After working the controls, I put the RPG-7 down as I answered. "Indeed. We will soon need military hardware for the coming battles."

Santiago, Mike, and Joshua, like me, marveled at the other toys, but still looked at the ones in the middle. Seeing our expectation, Vincent hurried along with his presentation.

Theo and a group of five men carried a new weapon and placed it next to his brother.

"My lord, to fight a large number of undead, it is inefficient to continue to use small arms. I present to you the M252, a 81mm medium weight mortar. It is a British designed, smooth bore, muzzle loading, high angle of fire weapon used for long range indirect fire support."

The boys and I inspected the mortar system and checked its components. Vincent continued his explanations.

"Has a range of minimum 99 to maximum 6,490.6 yards. Capable of firing high explosive, illumination and white phosphorus. Shots can be controlled by adding horseshoe charges. The available fuses can also be modified to change from point detonation, near surface, impact or delayed burst configurations."

Vincent then picked up one of the mortar warheads and showed me some of the fuses and horseshoe charges.

"Each of these mortar rounds weighs 10 lbs and has an effective kill radius of 115 ft. A trained mortar team can fire 8-16 rounds per minute to saturate an area with bombardment."

Just the thought of these bad boys wreaking havoc on the zombies put a smile on my face. The only problem was training the mortar teams to use them.

"How many did you get?" I asked excitedly.

"14 mortars, enough for two mortal platoons."

"Excellent. Just these three would increase our firepower by leaps and bounds. The only problem is who we can get to operate them."

"My lord, I think Freyja's Bulwark and Minerva's Wizards would be an excellent match."

'Ho? Use strong men to haul the thing and eggheads to fire it.'

Joshua was absolutely right. With Exa leading them, I fully believed we would be able to use the new people we just got.

"With the special weapons out of the way. It is time to introduce the vehicles we have parked all around."

Right, that was what the guys and I were much more focused on. The intimidating fleet of vehicles that all had weapons mounted on them. My birthday just keeps getting better and better.