Limitless The Strongest Revenant

The girls and I ignored the rest of the defenders and walked past them. My {Vassals} D and Pixie, Connie, Amari and Mia, and my squad commanders followed. Find adventures on My Virtual Library Empire

As my core group, the squad commanders knew better than to question my authority in public. My {Vassals}, Connie and our guests were similar. Of course, I knew that everyone had their own thoughts. As we entered the fort, the Reapers of Hellsend all bowed and saluted me.

"WE GREET THE LORD OF HELLSEND! THE ESTEEMED LIMITLESS! HAIL!"

Under the warm welcome of my army, I raised my head and nodded. If they all have {Call My Name} active, they most likely heard the words I used to rebuke the Gareth's reapers. I took a deep breath as I told them the same thing.

"I am sure you all heard what I just said to the defenders. The same offer is made to everyone here. The war I will fight is not for the faint of heart. My battle does not end when we clear this floor. We will eventually move on to attack lower levels and expand our domain.

"And once we gain a strong enough force, moving to the other battlefront is also a possibility. You all came here for different reasons, but do not confuse my mission with yours. If all you want is a stable life, you will not find it with me. But if you share my goal. You are welcome to stay."

The Hellsend Phantoms all fell to their knees and roared in unison.

"WE WISH TO FOLLOW YOU, OUR LORD! PLEASE LET US DO OUR PART!"

I remember these bastards being on the fence before. My battle with the Roach must have convinced them. Even if everyone here felt that way, there was no guarantee that the others would.

"I see. Thank you. The other professions will arrive soon. It is now our time to take our place in Hellsgate! Please work together with your commanders to fortify our position. You all have your orders, move!"

"YES, MY LORD!"

Heading inside the castle grounds, we climbed up to the 2nd floor. As we approached the designated meeting area, I saw skybeams of different colors falling one after another. Each brought 50 reapers, so the pace of the relocation was quite fast.

Van Micron, Bella's second-in-command, was overseeing the operation from a balcony along our path.

When he noticed my group, he immediately bowed and greeted me.

"Ah! Van Micron greets his lord and ladies."

I noticed that the wizards were temporarily helping our Administration clerks. Using the courtyard as a staging area. Once all the members of a particular group arrived, they went to what looked like a dispatch office.

Phillip, Will, and Tildi were there, along with new clerks. They were coordinating the efforts of the entire battlefront. Similarly while the 2nd Amendment leaders were here with me, the rest of their troops were still in the process of retaking the forts.

Overall, my army functioned like a well-oiled machine. It was gratifying to see. Even though I had done nothing to organize them to that level.

I thanked the Sirens through my link. It was obvious to anyone with a brain that the wizards were probably following the orders of my battle harem.

"Thank you for your efforts, Van. Have Yvonne, Cynthia, Addison and Terence arrived yet?"

Yvonne, the chief of the Saints. Cynthia and Addison, the heads of the Ten Graves, and Terence Anvil, the one who led our Fortifications group Freyja's Bulwark. They were part of my core group and the ones who made sure the army could do its job.

"Yes, my lord. Yvonne has already taken Vela's wolves and is investigating a particular matter. According to her, the Saints intend to find a holy place. This is so that they can resume the creation of Sacreds as soon as possible. Cynthia and Addison on the otherhand have started the salvaging operations," Van explained.

"And Terence?"

"Terence has taken the new members of Freyja's Bulwark and is having them begin linking the defensive forts. They are about to depart. Do you wish to speak with them?"

"Ah, no, I don't have anything particularly important to say. Is there anything else I should know?"

"My lord, Krishna and his rogues, along with the former slaves, are all working under Terence's group as hired hands. They are planning to quickly build the defensive walls. We estimate that the perimeter will be completed in a week. The Derycks are supplementing the materials we lack, so everything is going smoothly."

"What materials are you talking about?" I asked curiously.

"Hollow blocks and cement, my lord. The Deryck have provided us with over 5,000 cement trucks and heavy equipment. Terence is organizing the teams that can act as substitutes for heavy machinery. But unlike the old forts, we would be able to build high walls and then reinforce them with {Fates}."

Van's words were full of interesting points. I noticed that due to the archaic situation of Hellsgate, the buildings and defensive structures looked like crap. The buildings looked as if they were made of stone or wood.

Even though cement and hollow blocks were weaker, building with them was much faster than cutting stone. And unlike the old reapers who had to "bring" all the shit they needed. Lilly's {Fates} allowed us to open doors to Earth.

This simple difference allowed us to utilize the resources and expertise of humanity on an unprecedented scale. We could only do this for a few minutes at a time. But suddenly bringing in fleets of cement mixers and cargo trucks was something that would change the very situation of our defenders.

"I see, are there people causing trouble?"

Van then chuckled loudly as he pushed up his glasses.

"My lord, Hellsend is an army unlike any other. There is little prejudice. Any arrogant bastards would change their minds before they even managed to join for real. Bernard does a fantastic job with the recruits. His title as the "deranged bulldog" is not just for show.

"Deranged Bulldog?"

[My Lord, Bernard Nelson, formerly of the Limit Royalty, has taken on the role of the Drill Sergent from Hell. Commander Joshua's basic training was adopted to weed out the weak-willed. Of the 719 recruits, only 400 were accepted. 300 failed and returned to North America. From the original Hellsend Army, 200 were discharged.]

'I see, so Bernard is improving the quality of our Reapers. Are the Sirens aware of this?'

[Yes, my lord. He most certainly is. Lady Rhiannon and Lady Jo created the manual for the Drill Instructors. Bernard Nelson is the only one they both approved for the task.]

I then asked Jo and Robyn through our links. They both had nothing but praise for the former Limit Royalty. I didn't even know the half of what was going on. It seems that the girls and my people have sincerely molded Hellsend into a fearsome organization.

'I should see how Bernard works. Not knowing anything at all is rather embarrassing.'

Of course, one could argue that such a task would be useless. But since Hellsend followed my values, everyone who served in any role was expected to be part of the fighting at some point. Unconsciously, this created a universal understanding among my people.

There was no higher or lower. Everyone in Hellsend was a combatant. So by treating the people around you better, you directly increased your chances of survival. The Sirens have said that this was something they did not expect, but they were still impressed nonetheless.

There was a very well-known quote in the military. "In war, there are only two essential roles: the infantry and the logistics." As a military nut, I knew that for the US of A, the infantry would be the 0311 Marine Corps infantrymen and the 11 Bravo Army infantrymen.

Ask anyone in the military, the infantrymen were the ones who did the most dying. It was the least rewarding job. But the ones who were always needed in every war zone without exception were the grunts. The entire service branches were all in support of getting the grunts to do their job.

For Hellsend the 2nd Amendment squads were our infantrymen. The rest of the groups operated in support of them. All trained to fight the undead. From the lowest position up to our Administrators. Everyone had to pick up a weapon and fight in rotation.