After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

As the elite troops advanced triumphantly on the front lines, the veterans responsible for accompanying them naturally had to closely follow them as they constantly shifted positions.

However, the veteran did not forget his duty as a scout. In nearly an hour, he investigated a total of twenty-seven houses and examined hundreds of monster corpses.

One interesting finding is that when humans transform into monsters, although their body size expands, their reproductive organs remain unchanged.

So those who wish to grow ten centimeters can give up on their fantasies.

After examining a large number of samples and confirming that the intelligence was correct, the veteran keenly noticed another problem—where did the children go?

Among the hundreds of monster corpses, there wasn't a single chick that hadn't gone through puberty...

"Is it a coincidence?"

In the royal palace's operations room, Oswald frowned upon receiving the intelligence, unable to reprimand Federico and the others for their unauthorized actions.

"My lord, I've observed with my binoculars, and there are no children's corpses on the outer walls of the Vatican."

Elena brought over a cup of hot tea and stepped forward, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Federico, Erian, and the others who were still kneeling below. They immediately understood Elena's meaning and quietly got up and left.

Taking the hot tea, Elena ruled out one possibility for Oswald: the children were not incapable of mutation, otherwise these monsters would never have let them go.

Can lust truly corrupt children who lack related emotions?

Unable to get any further answers for the time being, Oswald decided to hand the initiative over to Elene.

"Use this clue as the direction of the investigation. Send out the elite team. You are responsible for overall coordination. If there is any disturbance, notify me immediately."

"Yes, sir."

Having received authorization, Elene did not linger. The complex terrain of the royal city was a limitation for both sides. When they met on a narrow path, it was all about the courage of the warriors, which was also her most proficient fighting style.

In large-scale battles, you can say my command skills are mediocre, and I won't argue with you. But in small-scale elite clashes, what should you call me?

In terms of close-quarters combat tactics, no one in the North can surpass her.

Arriving at the encampments of the three regiments, Elena immediately began to muster her troops without a word, displaying a rather imposing manner. The heavy infantry of the 1st Regiment of the 2nd Division, the swordsmen and shieldmen of the 1st Regiment of the 3rd Division, and the archers of the light cavalry regiment—the total number didn't need to be too large; two hundred men would suffice temporarily.

Federico and Erian came running over excitedly. For them, military merit was secondary; this was a battle personally led by the Duchess, and they were determined to go no matter what!

"The plan remains unchanged; the main target of our attack is still the Vatican."

In a separate palace, Elena first introduced the team members to each other, and then immediately began assigning tasks.

"The key to this operation is speed: speed in advance, speed in resolving battles, and speed in retreat. Our investigation shows that the monsters are less active at night than during the day, so we'll be departing at 11 PM each night and returning to base before 5 AM. Understood?"

"Understood, sir."

Seeing the soldiers' enthusiasm, Elena nodded in satisfaction and instructed them to communicate and exchange ideas after the meeting, and to gather here promptly at 10 p.m.

After a brief rest, the elite squad, eager for action, set off on time late at night. Similar to their usual tactic of using heavily armored infantry to lead the way, this time Elena deployed archers at the forefront, forming a fan-shaped formation to be vigilant for any movement around them.

These sharpshooters were just as physically capable as the heavily armored soldiers, only they were more agile and could blend into the night in just a few steps.

The swordsmen and shieldmen, in search formation, advanced along the wide streets, while the heavily armored soldiers, primarily responsible for combat, followed at the rear. They did not need to undertake any other tasks; they were the support for the entire team.

The Vatican, still shrouded in corpses, emitted a pale purple light, causing considerable trouble for the elite team's infiltration.

Because monsters are more afraid of night battles than humans.

Amidst the wind, the archers could hear the heavy footsteps of the heavily armored soldiers behind them. One archer quietly pushed open the half-closed window, slipped inside, and tiptoed up to the second floor, where he found the sound of snoring coming from the room.

His hand reached down to the bed, first to the rough blanket, then to the sticky tentacles, and the hot, humid breath emanating from his nostrils, which made the hairs on his arms stand on end.

Without daring to be careless, the archer swiftly pounced, gripping his curved saber tightly in his other hand, and stabbed it all the way down the monster's soft neck to the depths of its skull.

A large amount of hot blood sprayed onto his face. The archer used his body to suppress the monster's struggles until the scimitar he twisted with all his might completely stripped the monster of its life force.

The whole process took no more than five seconds. After confirming the monster's death, the archer bit his lip and gasped for breath. He searched the house again before returning to the street and spitting out the dirty blood in his mouth.

"Safety."

The archer whispered a comforting word to himself and waited quietly for a while until his comrades emerged from the surrounding houses. Then, they dispersed again and moved quickly toward another row of houses on the street.

The silent slaughter continued, and a foul smell of blood gradually filled the air. Erión, who had inexplicably been assigned the task of examining corpses, used his spear to carry a monster suit riddled with holes, and followed the blood to house after house.

He took the oil lamp wrapped in black cloth from his waist, and like a pervert, took off the monster's pants. Then he lifted a corner of the black cloth from the lantern and carefully examined the monster's reproductive organs.

Erión still remembered that when he received the mission letter from Lady Elene, Captain Federico glanced over and suddenly gave him a meaningful look, then silently crossed out the "1" in the tens place for Erión.

"You brat, that puzzled look on your face is really annoying..."

Now that Erión has seen and learned a lot, he finally understands where the captain's resentment comes from. He now seriously suspects that Captain Federico has some kind of little-known quirk, otherwise why would he know so much?

Federico: Have you ever had a night when you and your comrades stood guard naked in front of the division commander's tent? That was your regimental commander's lost youth.

"At ten o'clock, engage!"

A sudden shout interrupted Erian's reverie. He wrapped his lantern in black cloth again, took the crossbow from his back, and rushed to the window. His sharp eyes precisely searched the other end of the street and found many figures running in the shadows.

He saw the archers retreating; those elite soldiers, like ghostly figures, even after being reinforced by swordsmen and shieldmen, did not forget to hurl arrows, eliciting several terrible howls.

Erión quickly opened the window, leaned half his body out, then used his spear to wedge it into the gap in the eaves, and used the leverage to flip himself onto the roof.

Erión drew his spear, held his crossbow steadily, and, from his high vantage point, quickly assessed the number of enemy troops. He then loudly reported this to Federico on the street below.

"Commander, the number is around three hundred."

Federico swung his warhammer, warmed himself up briefly, and said in a deep voice, "Understood. Take care of yourself and keep an eye on the enemy forces in other directions."