Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 767: Shut up and let me [2/2]

"When we heard the reports, I thought it was bullshit. A single Reaper having seven {Kindred}? Many like me though it was propaganda. Anyone who has been linked to a {Kindred} would know that it is impossible."

Ignoring the arrogant bastard, I looked to Carlos and verified. "What does this fucker, mean?"

"Limitless, I am unsure what the case for you is. Much like a person can only be made from a father and mother, {Kindred} links can only have to parts. The only way to have more is if you have different souls within you to form each pair."

"…"

At his explanation if remember the Seven warriors from my dreams. If his explanation was to be believed that should be the reason. Remembering them was not pleasant for me. I once lashed at my girls because I felt like I was nothing more as their replacement.

Bella squeezed my hand while looking at me with concern. I gave her a smile to reassure her. The last time our previous lives was brought up I showed her a pitiful side of me, so her reaction was understandable.

"Nevermind that, continue what you were about to say," I asked to change the topic.

"Right, please do not be alarmed," at his words, he pulled out a ring from his finger. When he did black lines that looked like wicked tribal art covered his entire face. His arms that were not covered in armor showed the same lines.

Surprisingly enough even Herman had the same black symbols. It looked as if he was suffering from leprosy of some sort. The tattoos wriggled like worms and glowed with malice. Bella visibly flinched at their revelation.

While it took me by surprise, my time with Juno already gave me insight what these things were.

"You do not look surprised," Carlos asked wryly.

"I have needed to think about many things since I became an owner of a battlefront. One of the main issues was malice. From my point of view, there was only one valid reason, why Specters would be forbidden to return home and be sent on a suicidal mission."

"Yes. We have reached our final stages of soul collapse. These symbols are a South American means of suppressing them. It keeps the voices at bay. Meaning the more we fight the faster we would cease to be Reapers."

’Exa, is tribal tattoos in South America a thing?’

[Yes, my lord. Several regions in the Amazon such as the Yanamami and Shipido, the Mapuche people of Chile and Argentina, Candomblé and Umbanda practitioners of Brazil, the Chola of Bolivia and Peru and the cultures influenced by the Inca all practice tribal tattoos as a form of cultural identity, spiritual beliefs and social status.]

’I see.’

Bella then gasped before she filled out the missing explanation from the commander of the South American Army.

"Then rather than die on your own, you made a deal. Probably to keep your humans cared for while you go to battle a final time. Then everyone here is of the same circumstances? What about those who wanted to revive their dead? Why did they even try to raise you up in the first place?"

Surprisingly the one who elaborated was Herman. But rather than being the arrogant prick he was crestfallen and subdued. Almost as if he was ashamed of what he was about to say.

"South America uses Rogues to clear the way for the official reapers. We are just one of the many disposable armies. When we show sighs of soul collapses, we are etched these symbols called soul tattoos. They take some of our memories with them."

Herman, then took off his armor and shirt, showing the large artwork covering his torso. It looked like tribal flames that spanned from his shoulder to his abs.

"As Specters already lost our memories of the dead, we cannot comprehend the significance of revivals. However Phantoms are a different story. Their minds are warped to believe that their loved ones have died. Upon completing their missions, they are told that their people will die unless they are revived daily. Which turns them into fanatics."

Bella bit her lip as she asked. "Then, the ones we fought?"

"Yes, their loved ones are alive. But the Reapers are convinced that they are dead and are living on borrowed time. The Relentless has created a way to inspire fanatical loyalty and prowess from his people. The Specter, ’Our Lady of the Valley’ is nothing but a symbol of his lies," Carlos exposed.

"It that is how it is, what reason do you have to follow him?" I asked dumbfounded.

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"Because we still have people we cherish. And those are taken as hostages by his Majesty. If we disobey them, they are killed. The only way to ensure their survival is if we died. Thus, we have no choice but to follow. No matter how absurd the order."

"Is being a fucking asshole a requirement to become a Revenant?"

Why was there not a single good person among the bastards? Just when you think no one can get worse than David, Li Wu Di, Zanardi or even Liv’s Dad, I hear of this shit! I pinched the bridge of my nose, before I continued.

"Right, let’s leave the ethics of that aside. Why did you decide to tell me now?"

"It’s not much. We can dispel the brainwashing for the Phantoms. But our limit is already at hand. We will protect your borders with our life on the line. But in exchange you will ensure the survival of our persons."

Hearing the determination of both men, I gained a newfound respect for South Americans. They were not bad people. Just those dealt a bad hand. While I could understand that doing all this was an effective tactic to control his kingdom, Simon Guevarra was a bastard for trampling the feelings of his men.

’Although, aren’t I just the same? I am putting bombs in my allies after all.’

Bella noticeably stayed silent. How could she not, agreeing to this request mean we would need to come to blows with the Revenant of South America. After all he was the one hiding the people in the first place.

Normally that would be the only solution to this thing. Due to not being able to survive long enough, we had to deal with their matters once they went insane. But fuck that, like I would deal with something so troublesome.

"Exa, can you get Roach to come here?"

’I’ll do it, Possum.’

[Lady Robyn has opened a {Portal} for him.]

’Thanks Kitten, Aki, can you please take down the Soul cage?’

’Of course, Anata.’

When the soulcage was torn down, a {Portal} opened beside our table. Out came Roach a 10-foot monster that looked like a toad. The ground noticeably cracked with his every step. His face which looked bored, focused on me as if there was no one else in the room.

"What do you require, Limitless?"

While Juno was the leader of the Awakened, Roach was the first one I encountered. If what I understood from Jas’ {Insight}, monsters were all considered the race "Reborn". My designation of the Awakened was just to separate my allies among them.

However, what made the Reborn special was that they had the ability to consume and evolve from malice. It actually felt like they were the counterpart to Soul.

"Roach, you remember my promise to you about black smoke?"

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"I do," he grunted.

"Can you detect black smoke from the two men there?"

"Wait! Limitless! What is this?!"

"Honey?"

"Carlos, Herman. If you wish to gain my trust, then shut up and let me help you."

"…" x2

Wordlessly Roach lumbered forward towards the two tense Specters. Even Bella was agitated. I could feel that Aki, Jo and Robyn were all also on edge.

The reptilian Reborn nodded as he answered. "I can."

"Take them all. You two, take off your clothes and do not resist."

Following my commands, the two removed their armor and clothes exposing that almost 80% of their bodies were already covered in soul tattoos. Roach said nothing but merely raised his hand.

Then like a river of black ink, the malice was siphoned from the body of the two men. Their faces were in pain, but Roach did not stop. Like a blood transfusion Roach gathered the vile curses on their bodies slowly causing their tattoos to fade.

It seems I have once again done something crazy.