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When Cyrus and his team quickly returned to the army camp, they immediately felt the tension and the atmosphere of impending doom that pervaded the camp. The air seemed to be filled with a sense of foreboding, and the entire camp was shrouded in a heavy shadow.
The anger of Legion commander Pluto swept through the camp like an invisible storm, making the already serious military atmosphere even colder. The soldiers busied themselves with their heads down, and their conversations were extremely limited. Every person's face bore a serious and tense expression.
Cyrus led the arrested Lucius and other old soldiers through the camp, feeling the gaze from all around. These looks held scrutiny and curiosity, but more than anything, they conveyed concern about the impending punishment and Pluto's reaction. The soldiers in the camp all knew that this incident would have a significant impact on the future of the legion.
As he walked through the camp, Cyrus also felt a heavy and conflicting burden. He was anxious about the role he played and what might happen next, while also contemplating how to face Pluto and his attitude and decision regarding the incident. The atmosphere in the entire camp was like frozen lake water, ready to erupt, waiting for Pluto's final decision.
As Cyrus and his team steadily walked into the central square of the camp, a solemn scene unfolded before their eyes. In the center of the square, Pluto, the Legion commander, sat on a high-backed chair on a makeshift wooden platform, with a solemn expression that exuded an air of authority and unquestionable presence.
Beside him, two guards stood like statues, their expressions serious, their eyes sharply scanning the surroundings. Next to this pair of guards, the entire senior Generals of the legion gathered together, each standing with a dignified posture, their facial expressions showing their serious regard for the impending events.
The atmosphere in the square was heavy and tense, with everyone waiting for Pluto's response and handling of the incident. Cyrus couldn't help but feel nervous, knowing that he was about to face interrogation by the Legion commander. This was not only a judgment of Lucius's actions, but also a test of his own role as a centurion.
The surrounding soldiers also watched quietly, their gazes shifting between Pluto and Cyrus, each person predicting what would happen next. In this solemn atmosphere, every small movement and sound stood out, as if the entire army was waiting for an important decision.
Cyrus stood in front of his team, with a firm and decisive gaze. Constantine directed from the side, his voice loud and powerful, instructing the soldiers to line up the captured old soldiers and Lucius in formation and ensure they maintained order within the ranks.
Following Constantine's orders, the soldiers swiftly moved, arranging the captured individuals neatly, then quickly and silently returned to their own ranks, forming a strict formation. Cyrus expressed satisfaction with the handling of the situation, nodding in approval and thanking Constantine.
Constantine walked up to Cyrus and quietly gave him some advice. His words were brief but to the point, "Seize the opportunity!" Cyrus nodded knowingly, fully aware that this was a crucial moment. His every word and action would influence Pluto's opinion of him, and could even impact the future of the entire legion.
In perfect harmony, Cyrus slowly made his way to the platform where Pluto stood. His steps were steady and resolute, each one seeming to carry great weight. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, with a clear understanding in his mind that this would be a key moment to demonstrate his leadership and judgment. The atmosphere in the entire square seemed to freeze with his every step, as all eyes focused on this young centurion, eagerly anticipating what would happen next.
Cyrus knelt respectfully before Pluto on the platform in front of the high ground, his posture expressing deep respect and obedience. At this moment, everyone in the square was watching this solemn exchange. Cyrus lowered his head and reported loudly and clearly, " Cyrus centurion, Centurion Lucius and his gang have been successfully captured. Please instruct, Legion commander."
Pluto sat on the high ground, his posture unwavering like a sculpture. His slow nod indicated his approval of Cyrus' actions, but the fire in his eyes seemed capable of burning everything. His stern voice, like thunder, pierced the silence of the square: "Bring me that bastard Lucius!" This voice was like a double-edged sword, both praising Cyrus and condemning Lucius' crimes.
When Pluto's voice echoed in the square, Cyrus quickly turned his head, his eyes firm and calm, signaling his soldiers to act. The soldiers moved swiftly and orderly, pulling Lucius out from the ranks and roughly pushing him in front of Pluto. Lucius's face was filled with anger and unwillingness, his eyes full of madness and despair. He seemed to have realized his fate, but there was still a hint of defiance and provocation in his eyes.
Pluto's gaze was sharp, his eyes piercing through Lucius's pride and fear like a knife. Cyrus remained kneeling, his eyes steady, always watching Pluto, waiting for further instructions. The air in the square seemed to freeze, everyone quietly waiting for Pluto's next words. In this silence, one could feel the tension and anticipation in everyone's hearts. At this moment, the fate of the entire camp seemed to hang on the impending decision.
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