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Solomon's knees hit the ground heavily, emitting a dull sound. The surrounding noise seemed to freeze at that moment, and all eyes were focused on this seemingly invincible and lofty holy hammer knight. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the icy sensation seeping through the gaps in his armor felt like the touch of death's fingers on his spine. His voice was weak and trembling, yet filled with deep piety and fear, " Nora, please don't abandon me..."
This plea was like a final call, an attempt to seek ultimate redemption from the divine. However, only the cold wind responded to his prayer. There were no miracles, no divine light descending, only Solomon's lonely figure slowly collapsing, eventually falling face down in the mud, as if all symbols of pride and power had turned to nothing in that moment.
The soldiers witnessed this scene, and their panic and unease erupted instantly. The glimmer of hope that had just been present in their minds became restless. Solomon's fall not only represented the downfall of a knight, but also symbolized the beginning of the shattering of Supreme Education's invincible myth. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and fear, unsure of what to do next. The fall of the once glorious holy hammer knight cast a shadow in everyone's hearts.
With Solomon's fall, the golden chains binding Van Loon seemed to lose their source of power, gradually dissipating into the air. Although Van Loon was covered in wounds of varying depths, he stood up with an unyielding will. He took a deep breath, and it seemed like his magical power found a moment of tranquility and accumulation at this moment. Then, he let out a earth-shattering roar, the sound echoing across the battlefield like thunder, declaring an inviolable authority of a supreme being.
In the roar of Van Loon, the soldiers fell into unprecedented panic. The soldiers, who had barely maintained their formation, had completely lost the will to fight at this moment. All that remained in their eyes was deep fear, fear of the power displayed by the goat that they considered heretical. Solomon's fall was not only the loss of a leader, but also a huge blow to their faith, causing their confidence in victory to instantly crumble.
Sergeant's orders were like a distant wind, no longer able to elicit a response from the soldiers. They abandoned their weapons and turned to flee the battlefield filled with death and fear. Every step seemed so heavy, as if they were treading all their fear and despair into the mud. Even the thunderous roar of Sergeant behind them could not stop their fleeing footsteps; they only wanted to escape from this terrifying presence that could summon thunder and control life and death.
On the other side of the forest, the soldiers' retreat ebbed away like a tide, leaving only the echoes of crushed twigs and swirling dust. The flame, once a threat to the entire forest ecosystem, gradually lost its fervor and wildness in the torrent of battle, becoming gentle, and ultimately almost completely extinguished. Van Loon stood on high ground, his gaze piercing through the smoke and chaos, landing on a man in the distance.
The man was dressed in a dark robe, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and holding a pair of ancient bronze binoculars. He stood in an open area, distinct from the scattered soldiers around him. Van Loon could feel the man's gaze through the binoculars, sharp and profound, as if to penetrate Van Loon's soul. Under Van Loon's gaze, the man slowly lowered the binoculars. At that moment, their eyes seemed to meet in the air, despite the distance, their intentions were crystal clear to each other.
Later, the man made a provocative gesture, lightly waving his hand towards Van Loon. This simple yet challenging gesture was like a duel between ancient warriors, concise and direct. Van Loon could sense the message contained in that wave - this war might just be the beginning, the real challenge lay ahead.
Van Loon felt a surge of complex emotions, a cautiousness towards the unknown challenge and an anticipation for the upcoming battle. The calm of the forest was only temporary, the future path was full of variables and dangers. And this mysterious man undoubtedly became a new puzzle in Van Loon's heart. Van Loon knew deep down that he must become stronger, not only to protect this land, but also to face the greater challenges to come. In Van Loon's heart, a firm belief was forming - no matter what kind of enemy he faced, he would forge ahead and protect this forest that he deeply loved.
As the soldiers of Supreme Education hastily retreated, Van Loon felt no sense of ease. He knew that this attack was just the beginning, and the man who taunted him through the telescope was undoubtedly the leader of the Supreme Education legion. After this defeat in battle, the enemy would undoubtedly prepare more thoroughly and return with even greater force.
Van Loon slowly retreated on the battlefield, watching the Supreme Education soldiers disappear at the edge of the forest, while contemplating the next plan. He knew that facing such a powerful enemy, his own strength alone would not be enough. This was not only a test of his own strength, but also a test for the entire goat group and the future of this land.
Van Loon has an unbeatable belief in his heart. He must use this defeat to become stronger and make his tribe more united. He will take this opportunity to strengthen the training of the goat herd and seek other allies. Perhaps those wild boars on the battlefield are potential allies.
Van Loon looked back in the direction of the distant provocateur, his eyes shining with determination. No matter how Supreme Education's legion may come back to attack, he will be prepared to face the challenge. Because he knows that protecting this land and his tribe is the mission he was born as a goat to fulfill.
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