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Solomon frowned and stared at Palladio, unable to believe how the general could remain so calm and even carry a hint of sarcasm at such a moment. Solomon was filled with dissatisfaction and anger, having just witnessed the tragic state of his soldiers, and Palladio's attitude undoubtedly showed indifference to these sacrificed lives.
"What's going on?" Solomon's voice trembled, not only from anger but also from shock at the sudden disaster. "Wasn't the reconnaissance team already done with their mission? How did we end up like this?"
Palladio shrugged, still wearing that half-smile on his face, seemingly unfazed by the chaos before him, even finding some amusement in the disorder. "It seems our reconnaissance team has failed, only to attract the enemy," Palladio responded coldly. "Now, Solomon, it's your turn to step in. Resolve this chaos and demonstrate your worth as a guardian knight."
Solomon's anger raged like an impending volcano, but he knew it wasn't the time to be angry. He had to suppress his emotions and transform his anger into strength to address the imminent crisis. Solomon took a deep breath, forcefully pushing down his anger. He knew his mission was significant, not only to resolve the chaos but also to fight for Nora's honor, even if it meant battling against his own principles and conscience.
When Palladio and Ruin disappeared behind the tent, Solomon quickly sprang into action and headed towards the area shrouded in thick smoke. With each accelerating step, the unbearable stabbing pain in his mind seemed to remind him that it was not a time for hesitation, but a moment to engage in battle. Every heartbeat was accompanied by agony, but this pain only fueled his fighting spirit.
Solomon's pace was resolute, even in the darkness of night. The surrounding firelight, explosions, and the soldiers' cries of agony constantly assaulted his ears, but Solomon's determination remained unshaken. His only goal was to stabilize the situation as quickly as possible, protect his soldiers, and reclaim glory for Nora.
Upon entering the area covered by thick smoke, Solomon quickly assessed the situation. His military training and battlefield experience allowed him to swiftly devise a response strategy. Amidst the chaos, he not only had to command soldiers to extinguish the fire and treat the wounded, but also prepare for a possible further attack.
Every step he took was on the scorching ground, and Solomon's figure appeared particularly resolute in the firelight. He knew in his heart that no matter the size of the difficulties and challenges, as a guardian knight, his mission was to stand at the forefront and fight for faith, for Nora. At this moment, he put all his pain and insecurity aside, for only in battle could he find the meaning of existence.
Just as Solomon was preparing to organize the soldiers to restore order, the sudden surge of goats from all directions once again launched a fierce assault like a flood of beasts, dealing further blows to the already on-edge human soldiers. In this sudden attack, a particularly robust goat directly targeted Solomon and charged at him with astonishing speed and strength.
Solomon, as a guardian knight who had experienced countless battles, reacted swiftly to the crisis of the head-on attack. The air in his hand condensed and quickly transformed into a shining holy hammer radiating with divine light. This holy hammer was not only his weapon but also a symbol of his faith.
At the moment when the goat was about to collide with Solomon, he tightly gripped the holy hammer in both hands, channeling all his strength into his arms. With a deep roar, Solomon swung upward, tracing a dazzling arc in the air with the holy hammer. The powerful and faithful holy hammer accurately struck the charging goat, sending it flying like a hammer hitting a ball, crashing into the nearby trees with a heavy impact.
This strike not only briefly showcased Solomon's combat skills and strength, but also ignited a glimmer of hope in the hearts of the soldiers. In this moment, Solomon was not just a guardian knight, but also their guiding light in the midst of despair. Standing amidst the smoke and flames, Solomon was like an unyielding fortress, steadfastly facing the oncoming challenges.
In Solomon's mind, the persistent throbbing pain seemed to reach its peak at this moment, with each heartbeat feeling like a steel needle striking his brain. In his sight, the incoming goats were no longer just a group of simple enemies, but the embodiment of his hatred, especially the demon goat that lurked like a ghost in the night. Solomon was certain that it was the source of all his pain and shame.
As this surge of anger rose, Solomon felt a part of his inner self being completely unleashed. It was not just hatred for Van Loon, but also shame for his own defeat, disappointment for Nora's lack of response to his prayers, and a sense of powerlessness in the entire war situation. At this moment, all of his emotions seemed to transform into a raging force, a force that boiled within him, almost making him lose control.
Solomon brandished his holy hammer, each strike more powerful than the last, his movements becoming swifter and more precise. In his eyes, he was no longer just a soldier or a knight, but more like a cornered beast, thirsting for battle, thirsting for revenge.
But behind this raging fury, deep within Solomon's soul lay a profound sense of despair, a despair towards the god Nora whom he believed in. Why, at his greatest time of need, did Nora not grant him strength? Why did she let him struggle so in this war? Solomon's anger was mixed with questioning of the divine.
Solomon was surrounded by anger, and his magic poured out of his body. He waved his hands, and countless shining holy hammers condensed in the air. These holy hammers were no longer single attacks, but a torrential rain of arrows, shooting in all directions. Each strike carried Solomon's hatred for this war and for the demon goat.
In that instant, everything on the battlefield became the target of Solomon's anger. His attacks no longer distinguished between friend and foe, only the impulse to destroy. The soldiers were shaken by the sudden attack, and even some comrades standing beside Solomon were not spared, indiscriminately struck by the holy hammers. In the thick smoke, the sounds of explosions and screams were continuous, and the camp was in chaos.
Solomon at this moment is no longer the unwavering guardian knight, but a warrior completely consumed by anger and hatred. Every swing is a struggle against fate, a challenge to the demon goat. But whether this indiscriminate destruction can ultimately achieve the revenge he desires, or only plunge him further into endless rage, at this moment, even Solomon himself cannot provide an answer.
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