If there are difficulties, then find a way to overcome them.

"The sun is in the east, the smoke pillars represent our nearby targets..."

A few people consulted the map, and quickly came to a conclusion.

"We've overshot."

They were the farthest away, and besides, they hadn't been here often. Last night, in order to speed up, they traveled blindly, unknowingly missing the mark.

Fortunately, they didn't push further last night, or it would be even more troublesome.

"The distance isn't far, we still have a chance, and we must complete the task."

Once confirmed, the team immediately got up to hurry over.

What can you do in less than ten minutes?

They'll show you what's called a miracle.

They marched urgently through the wilderness, covering two or three kilometers.

Note, this wasn't flat terrain; it was a complex forest, and each of them carried at least thirty pounds of weight. Some in full body armor were even more exaggerated.

This kind of fully armed, heavy cross-country running is a great test of physical strength. Those serf soldiers would give up after just a few steps.

But for these Honor Guard, they could maintain their pace, especially in the daylight.

If they didn't need to be ready for battle at any moment and preserve stamina, they could be even faster.

This is the charm of supernatural power. Lance's Bless strengthened their physique, elevating them beyond ordinary humans.

You're not the only one who knows tricks; if you augment, I augment too.

Soon the team located the target and completed the demolition. As the smoke rose, it marked another target destroyed.

But now four smoke columns rose, while there were five targets in total.

What's happening with the missing one?

They were anxious, but the team at the final demolition site was more so.

They had reached the target location but found no entrance despite thoroughly searching the surroundings.

If they had a keen-nosed wolfhound, the location would have been pinpointed, but right now, they simply couldn't find it.

So they could only lie in wait, hoping the heretics would reveal the target's location.

Sparse gunshots across the vast wilderness were not obvious, but the successive explosions and rising smoke columns unmistakably awakened the hidden heretics.

Especially those hiding below ground, thinking it was an earthquake, rushed out in panic.

A group of heretics emerged from a hidden corner, looking around in bewilderment and discussing the rising smoke columns.

The Personal Guard Teems, watching from the treetops, used them to locate the target.

According to prior intelligence, targets were either in graveyards or ancient building ruins, usually needing structural support and solid ground.

Unexpectedly, this one was under a rotten stump by a stream. Wouldn't such marshy ground sink? Aren't they worried about water flooding in?

This defied basic civil engineering logic, but the team couldn't afford to dwell on it.

"Move now, we can't wait any longer."

They had already missed the window after waiting so long, and the longer they delayed, the more heretics emerged from the hole. It would soon be them as the 'whack-a-mole' targets.

They were unfortunate to be tasked with this mission, but no one complained.

They quietly climbed down the tree, but the noise startled the confused heretics, and three or four came at them, claws swinging.

They fell into the set-up traps: one stepped into a hollow, losing control and falling onto sharpened stakes below.

Another activated a snare, getting flipped and suspended upside down.

A third tripped on a wire during a rush, toppling from his own momentum.

Though these injuries weren't severe, they delayed the heretics enough, allowing the ambushers to quickly dispatch them.

It was clear the noise was an intentional lure for the heretics.

Did they really do nothing all night?

Once engaging with heretics was planned, contingency plans were made.

What makes humans stronger than monsters is their ability to think. This was imprinted in everyone's minds by the Lord.

"Quick, set it up..."

The team was about to plant the explosives, but more heretics emerged from the passage.

They realized that if this continued, heretics would keep pouring out, they must bomb it quickly!.

"Hold them off for me!"

The one carrying the explosives shouted, disregarding everything, grabbed the explosives, and charged forward.

Other teammates responded promptly, as one arrow flew through, hitting a heretic's face. The arrow, tainted with Corpse Decomposition Spore, caused immediate infection and decay, brooking no argument.

Not everyone used muskets, given current firearms hadn't surpassed crossbows in all aspects; crossbows were quieter and could be poisoned.

In the Honor Guard, individual talents were dug into and harnessed. This trusted aide descended from three generations of hunters, exposed to archery from a young age, mastering precise shooting.

Knowing this, Lance found a fine bow in storage to equip him.

Now, alone with his bow, he killed exposing heretics with terrifying accuracy and speed, unmatched by single muskets. Subsequent heretics raised their hands in front of their faces as the first reaction.