The three Holy Temple bishops had clearly given it their all, expending holy power on nonstop prayers and even blessing Mulan, giving him a stretch of exceptionally restful sleep.
At daybreak, when Mulan inspected the camp, many soldiers had already recovered their energy and begun training.
Armored troops were painting several Steam Tanks, paint cans in hand. One tank already had over a dozen simple wolf heads painted on its side, and more were being added.
"Oh, quite a few kills. How many?"
Hearing the question, the armored soldier puffing on a cigarette kept painting and answered with the butt clenched between his teeth.
"Heh, over thirty, I reckon. Later on, loads of people dragged werewolves over for our tank to crush. That was a blast. I didn't count exactly how many, but I'm going to paint thirty wolf heads."
Mulan smiled.
"Impressive!"
The armored soldier turned his head.
"You bet-uh, Legion Commander!"
Realizing that the speaker was Mulan, the armored soldier immediately put down his can, stood at attention, and saluted. Mulan solemnly returned the salute.
"Carry on, soldier. Thirty wolf heads. Don't leave a single one out."
"Yes, Legion Commander!"
Mulan left with Balu and his guards. The armored soldier immediately grew excited and shouted to those around him.
"Did you see that? The Legion Commander acknowledged our record! Thirty kills!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Outside the camp, quite a few soldiers boldly ventured out to inspect the piled corpses. Some discovered that the werewolf bodies had vanished, leaving only naked humans.
"What happened? Where are the werewolves?"
"Oh my God, they were telling the truth! Werewolves really are transformed humans, and they change back after death! I thought those black-uniformed soldiers were joking!"
"Black-uniformed soldiers" specifically referred to the Black Castle cadets, who wore black uniforms.
One soldier holding a