The City Guard Legion was the most elite force among the purely military units of the Great Empire's capital.

If the Earth Dragon Legion was the strongest spear of the Great Empire, then the City Guard Legion was its strongest shield, their duty being to protect the King.

"What? The monsters are rioting? And you want me to go suppress them?"

The tall man stared wide-eyed, wrinkling his nose and pointing back at himself with an impatient expression.

Hendra was the commander of the City Guard Legion.

"Yes, that's what His Majesty the King said. He requests that you go and suppress the monsters immediately. This is His Majesty's warrant."

Taking the warrant, he said, "So it is? I said all along that those mutated things that don't even resemble living beings are unreliable. Wait, weren't those things branded with a slave contract? Why are they still rioting?"

"..."

"Alright, you can go back. I'll dispatch my elite troops to stop them now."

At this moment, the capital of the Great Empire was in chaos due to the riot of the mutated soldiers.

These mutated monsters attacked wherever they found garrison troops, relying on their absolute strength to overwhelm their opponents.

There were not only humanoid creatures but also fleshy orbs like land octopuses.

Countless tentacles writhed where they touched the ground, and all life on the road became their sustenance.

Moreover, as they continued to kill, their size rapidly expanded.

This was no longer something simple soldiers could stop. Without large-scale engineering equipment, these soldiers were just delivering themselves as food.

"This is bad! What do we do? We're completely outmatched! What the hell were those idiots at the research institute doing? Why isn't there even a restraining formation for such outrageous monsters?!"

What was the use? The systems were completely different. If they could be controlled, that would be a miracle. Magic binds the soul, but is there even a trace of a soul within the bodies of those monsters?

"I don't know. Let's retreat quickly. The City Guard Legion has already moved out. I've received the news. Let's go and guide that monster over there and let the City Guard Legion kill them."

"Alright, let's go now."

After the City Guard Legion took action, they could barely repel some of the mutated soldiers. The mutated soldiers shouldn't have been so strong in the first place. It was all thanks to the Great Empire's efforts in enhancing these guys' physical qualities to an unimaginable degree.

Back then, when Kaka was directing these human mutations, there were no other aesthetic materials besides the human body. But after coming to the Great Empire, these mutated soldiers were eating so well.

They were completely different from when they had just mutated.

Their hard armor was impossible to gnaw through in a short time, and these guys didn't know what fear was. Since it was the Queen's order, they would carry it out with their lives.

In their eyes, it wasn't death, but glory—the glory of completing the Queen's orders.

"Damn it! What's with that terrifying recovery speed?! Damn, we've plowed the ground over and over, and these guys are still acting like nothing happened!"

"..."

That's right. Missing an arm or a leg was just a minor injury to Zaizai. The bizarre tentacle monster only needed to break off its own tentacles and place them on the mutated soldiers' wounds, and within minutes, they would be hopping around again.

Another brave warrior.

The City Guard Legion relied on their excellent physical qualities and training.

But Zaizai relied on the people behind them. Aren't they all ready-made food?

The tentacle monster only needed to go to the rear for hunting and resupply and then return to take over from the tentacle monsters at the front, who had been completely depleted.

So those mutated soldiers were always at full strength.

Hendra quietly watched this scene, listening to the continuous reports of casualties.

"This isn't easy to handle, but these creatures' strength is truly powerful. No wonder His Majesty the King wants to recruit these monsters."

What's the most common thing on the battlefield? Soldiers. What's the hardest thing to deal with? Soldiers. If the corpses of soldiers piled up weren't properly handled, they could cause large-scale diseases.

But this creature completely avoided these problems. It didn't need supplies, could directly eat corpses, and was strong in combat, persistent, and mobile.

It was simply a creature born for war.

"We can't afford to wear them down. Activate, prioritize eliminating them."

It's better to injure one finger than all ten.

After speaking, Hendra pulled out the greatsword behind him and jumped down.

He had already seen that his subordinates were starting to feel afraid. Who wouldn't be afraid of facing such an almost unkillable enemy!

Anyone would panic, not just his soldiers. Hendra himself was starting to panic.

...

Huff, huff—

Amidst the heavy breathing, Hendra no longer knew how many mutated soldiers he had killed. He gripped the greatsword in his hand, weighing hundreds of pounds, with a thick blade and blood grooves.

The hilt had become sticky due to the congealed blood from the slaughter. He flicked a piece of bone stuck to the blade onto the ground.

In this short period, this greatsword, which had accompanied him for most of his life, had once again lived up to his trust.

He paused, stretched his sore leg muscles, and suddenly charged in again, hacking off a mutated soldier's head with a single strike. Even the tough armor couldn't stop his swing.

Black blood spurted out, covering his face and blurring his eyes. Even so, relying only on his hearing, he could roughly judge the situation around him.

The other monsters growled and pounced with their ferocious mouths, but before they could react, their heads were already separated from their bodies.

He knew that unless he cut off their heads, these monsters wouldn't die completely.

Wiping away the black blood from his eyes, he scanned the entire battlefield. Hendra was now surrounded by fragments of all kinds, and only his area had a temporary open space.

If other soldiers saw such powerful individual combatants, they naturally wouldn't rush forward for fear of death, but these mutated creatures didn't care about that. They would kill, and if they couldn't win, they would pile up their lives.

"Roar—!"

The sound stopped abruptly as the sound of a blade splitting metal bones rang out so clearly.

"Ugh—"

This man, who was like a god of war, was about to collapse at this moment. He was, after all, human, and he had his own limits.

His stamina was almost exhausted.

Slowly, he began to feel powerless. He could no longer kill with a single blow, he could no longer repel with a single strike, and he was starting to be evenly matched.

Behind him, a mutated soldier's claws pierced him straight through the heart.

Perhaps the pain activated a latent mechanism, Hendra repelled the monster in front of him with a sword and killed the mutated creature behind him with a backhand strike.

He planted the greatsword on the ground, gasping for breath.

Warm blood flowed along his armor into his shoes, and the slippery, sticky sensation made him even more exhausted.