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As Agamemnon gradually stepped into the smoke and dust left behind by the lightning strike, his figure merged with the thick dust and smoke. He tightly gripped a revolver in his hand, his eyes scanning the surroundings sharply, ready to respond to any potential threats at any moment. His steps were firm and cautious, filled with vigilance.
The merchant stood at the edge of the smoke, watching Agamemnon's back, filled with unease and fear. After hesitating for a while, he ultimately decided to follow. The merchant gathered his courage and cautiously stepped into the smoke. His hands trembled lightly, his eyes tightly focused ahead, afraid of missing any detail.
Agamemnon and the merchant shuttle through the smoke, and as they go deeper, the extent of the destruction gradually becomes apparent. Charred remnants and fragments are scattered on the ground, and the air is filled with a nauseating smell of burnt. The destructive power of the thunder and lightning has left indelible marks here.
Suddenly, Agamemnon sharply focuses his gaze on something ahead. His body tenses, and he tightens his grip on the spear. In the smoke, something seems to be slowly taking shape, and Agamemnon is ready to face whatever may appear. The merchant follows closely, filled with fear but knowing that he can only rely on Agamemnon at this moment.
Agamemnon advanced steadily, his left revolver firmly pointed forward, vigilantly searching for any movement in the thick fog. As he ventured further, a massive crater gradually came into view, the surrounding land torn apart by the force of the lightning, displaying astonishing destruction.
As Agamemnon and the merchant approached the crater, they were met with a shocking sight. Lying in the pit was a massive charred body, leaving no doubt that it was the remains of Eldorado. The force of the lightning not only felled him but also nearly reduced him to ashes.
On the side, the meteor hammer in Eldorado's hand lay on the ground, shaken loose by the power of lightning. Agamemnon's giant sword was embedded in the ground next to Eldorado, its blade still straight, as if declaring the end of the battle.
The merchant stood at the edge of the pit, coughing, his eyes tearing up from the smoke and dust. His eyes were filled with astonishment and incomprehension, as he looked at the scene before him, seemingly unable to fully accept this sudden change. Agamemnon then turned and gestured for him to step back, to stay away from this dangerous area. His eyes were filled with a sense of warning and protection.
The merchant followed Agamemnon's instructions and carefully stepped back a few paces. Agamemnon continued to vigilantly observe the surrounding environment, ready to respond to any potential new threats. The deep crater left by the lightning strike was eerily silent, with only occasional wisps of smoke rising, and no other movement.
Agamemnon strode steadily into the deep pit formed by the lightning strike. He bypassed the charred body of Eldorado, still emitting the smell of burnt flesh, and reached his own giant sword. He reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, gently pulling it from the ground, while quietly saying to the sword, "Welcome back, old friend." In his tone, there was a deep emotional attachment to this weapon that had been by his side through countless battles.
He carefully examined the giant sword, checking for any damage caused by the rough use of Eldorado. The blade remained incredibly sharp, with only some dust and bloodstains, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. The giant sword was not just a weapon for Agamemnon, but more like a battle-hardened comrade.
At that moment, the merchant peeked out from the edge of the pit and asked with concern, "Are you okay?" His voice carried a hint of worry and curiosity. Watching Agamemnon safely pull the giant sword out of the deep pit, the merchant's expression revealed a sense of relief.
Agamemnon turned around and gave the merchant a smile, replying, "It's okay, everything is fine." His voice was filled with confidence and calm, as if the intense battle just now was nothing more than a daily challenge for him. Then, carrying his giant sword, he prepared to leave the battlefield.
Just as Agamemnon and the merchant were about to leave the battlefield, a sense of foreboding suddenly struck Agamemnon. An indescribable danger forced him to quickly shout to the merchant above, "Run fast!" His voice was filled with urgency and warning.
At the moment his voice rang out, a series of sharp spikes suddenly erupted from the bottom of the pit, heading straight for him. Before Agamemnon could fully dodge, he was struck in the back by several spikes, the intense pain causing him to leap away in an attempt to escape the sudden attack.
At the same time, Eldorado's charred body miraculously began to move, slowly crawling up from the ground like a creature returned from hell. Though his movements were sluggish, they were filled with the resilience and terror of an immortal being.
The merchant looked in horror at the scene. Although he had successfully avoided the spike attack, his heart was filled with panic and confusion. He couldn't understand how Eldorado could still survive and stand up again after such a strong lightning strike.
Agamemnon quickly adjusted his posture to face this unexpected turn of events. Despite the pain and bleeding from the wound on his back, his eyes showed only calmness and determination. He knew that the battle was not over yet, and he had to face this powerful opponent once again.
In the pit ravaged by lightning and battle, Eldorado stood slowly. His movements seemed severely damaged, slow and difficult. He slowly removed his charred, twisted helmet, revealing a face even more distorted and terrifying from being burned by lightning. This face, not handsome to begin with, now appeared even more twisted and horrifying, the charred skin resembling a terrifying mask.
In this tense atmosphere, Agamemnon stood in front of the merchant, gripping his large sword tightly. His gaze was firm, without a hint of fear. He said to the merchant, "Hurry back to the truck, it's too dangerous here." His voice was resolute and powerful, bringing a sense of reassurance to the merchant.
The merchant nodded, no longer hesitating, and quickly left the battlefield, heading towards his truck. He knew that under the protection of Agamemnon, he at least had a chance to escape this danger.
Agamemnon then focused all his attention on the enemy in front of him - Eldorado. Although he knew it would be a difficult battle, he was prepared to face the challenge. Every breath he took was filled with determination, ready to once again engage in the final showdown with the immortal Half Blood Hedgehog.
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