Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 933: The best of friends [2/2]

"Okay, let's use something else then. Exa. Get me a {Blight} grenade."

At my words, the flamethrower returned to my subspace. And in its place, a pair of round bottles with black sludge appeared in my hands.

"Right, let's see what happens with these."

With casual movements, I threw the bottles into the demonkin's right leg and right arm. A sharp sound echoed as both glass grenades shattered. Unleashed, Eva Baker's black sludge began to melt the demonkin's limbs. It did so with terrifying efficiency.

In my vision, unlike the green-yellow flicker from the fire. The parts that got covered in Eva's {Fate} chaotically changed between green and red. Then in less than a minute, yellow to red, then finally black to red.

Remembering the pain from getting beaten up by my cool {Vassal}, I gulped in nervousness. The damage from this little bottle was worse than being shot by hundreds of {Bestow} rounds.

"If Eva Baker really wanted to kill something, I feel sorry for the bastard."

[My lord, the demonkin has something to say. Would you like to hear it?]

"Huh? Is it not the normal cursing he has been doing earlier?"

[No, my lord. It is not.]

"Okay, put it through."

[Understood. Unmuting the demonkin.]

"HAAAARGGG!! IT HURTS! WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHO ARE YOU?"

"Oh? You can speak?" I said in surprise.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! I HAVE BEEN TALKING TO YOU THIS ENTIRE TIME! I AM A DEMON! I CAN GIVE YOU WEALTH! WOMEN! POWER! RICHES! JUST LET ME GO!"

"Sorry, not interested. Exa, does this thing have what looks like a heart?"

[My best guess is the three organs in its chest.]

"Okay, shoot it with Sunset rounds; let's start with 10. Wait, before we begin, how many do we have?"

[Only about a hundred for the .50 BMG. Lady Jas has been the one creating them as she knew you loved them.]

"Haa. Wifey is really too good for me. I will spoil her rotten when I see her again."

[My lord, I would argue that you do that all the time.]

"DO NOT IGNORE ME, YOU PUNY REAPER! I AM YOUR MASTER! KNEEL BEFORE ME!"

"This fucker must be stupid as hell. Whatever, Exa, 10 rounds in the first heart."

[Understood. Sunset rounds are loaded. Ready at your command.]

"Fire."

At the same time, ten glowing projectiles slammed into the demonkin's chest. A powerful explosion erupted. The target suddenly began to expel demonkin blood and fluids out of his mouth. As if vomiting his insides, he continued to drool vile-smelling liquid.

"KEURK! YOU!"

"He is still alive. And the demon organ seems to still be in one piece. It's red, though. Turned it up to 15 rounds. Aim at the second heart. Fire."

A thunderous roar echoed far away. This was how loud gunshots sounded to me. Exa's care for my hearing was on the level of a patron deity of acoustics. Apart from the vile smell emanating from the demonkin's body, it didn't seem any closer to dying.

"Hmm. The 2nd heart is destroyed yet this thing is still alive. Is this what it means to not have a core? It's immortal in the most literal sense?"

I walked over to the severed feet and called out the Raging Hunter.

"I wonder if you still feel from these? Can they still even move? I remember the Draugr arms still moving about. Can you do that too? Exa, give me Sacreds."

[Ready.]

The feet in front of me were already yellow. I shot them with .500 S&W Sacreds. But, the demon didn't scream any louder. Well, at the moment it wasn't even shouting. Contrasting its earlier arrogance, it was just huffing and puffing.

"Hmm. Seems like you cannot use them anymore. {Blight} grenades."

Gathering the two hands and two feet together, I then dissolved them with a {Blight} grenade. Seeing the monstrous effects made me want to get her to create {Blight} ammunition. At the moment she was the semi-permanent guard of my family.

"I should pay her a visit. I remember I still owe her a favor, much like Pixie."

"BLEARUGK! You. You are the devil!"

I looked up and saw the demonkin "looking" at me as it gritted its teeth. Seeing its empty face reminded me of a famous superhero who had the same features.

"You haven't seen anything yet, Question. I am just getting started. Exa, shatter his face and use {Restore} rounds on him until he reaches full health. Use IF-reloads as necessary."

[Understood. Executing…]

Amidst the backdrop of over a hundred M107s firing all at once, I contemplated a term for this type of torture.

"Exa, I want to call the procedure of using {Restore} rounds on a foe an "IF-Restore." When I say IF-Restore something, do not let it die until I allow it."

[Understood. What armaments am I to use for an IF-Restore?]

"Hmm… use switchblades. 300s for a human-sized target and the 600s for larger ones."

"UWARGHHHHH!!!! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!"

"Oh good, you're up. Exa, get me a Ripsaw M5, a Challenger, Bella's Bradley, a Mangusta, and a Razorback."

[Understood. Retrieving Weapon Platforms from [Hellsend's Armory].]

An orange {Portal} opened up behind me, and the armored vehicles came out one after another. In the skies above, a similar doorway appeared. A Mangusta exited it and began to hover overhead.

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"W-What? What are those?"

The demonkin began to stammer when he saw the beasts of war that were even bigger than it. It seems that despite being on Earth, this bastard never got attacked by the military.

"Oh these? These toys are for butchering fuckers like you. Didn't I tell you? We are about to get to know each other really well. By the time I am done, we will already be the best of friends, Question."

"…"

With a bounce in my step, I moved to the TRX Razorback and switched disciplines.

"[Sky Sentinel]."

I then floated toward the Switchblades embedded in the body of the TRX.

"Exa, how many should I use on IF-Restore duty? I do not want this bastard to suddenly die on me."

[Considering the immense firepower needed to kill it, I doubt it would suddenly die.]

"Haha, better safe than sorry. Let's put 30 Switchblade 300s and 15 600s on IF-Restore duty. {Bestow} {Restore}."

Just then, a loud, cheerful voice resonated in my mind.

[Father! Father! Mother sent her to play!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET US help in butchering this fucker!]

Before I could even answer, a couple more joined in.

[Sabel, watch your language! Mother will be disappointed in your vulgarity. Father, please permit us to assist; that way you do not need to waste resources on [Maestro]. Mother sent us to help you command the Soulless.]

[Alfonso, stop trying to appear like an upright knight. You're just as eager as Sabel. Father, your favorite son, Henry, wishes to join the carnage!]

Hearing the eagerness of my children, I couldn't help but smile.

"Sure, we will do it like a family event. I am counting on you, my children. But make sure that you do not kill our playmate, okay? I still have loads of fun things in store for him."

[YES FATHER!] x3