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Van Loon bleated angrily, its voice filled with resistance and unwillingness. However, Solomon showed no mercy, suddenly kicking Van Loon fiercely in the head. The force of the blow made Van Loon feel instantly dizzy, its vision blurred, and pain spread throughout its body, as if the whole world had betrayed it in that moment.
Solomon turned to look at the already panicked soldiers with an expressionless face. His voice echoed in the silent battlefield, every word filled with coldness and authority: "Look! The demon sheep... this lowly creature has been captured by me, the Guardian Knight, Solomon Kilman Lano!" His words carried a sense of pride, as if capturing Van Loon was a glorious achievement, a feat that could demonstrate human superiority.
These words stirred up waves in the soldiers' hearts, a hint of awe flashed in their eyes, along with an uncontrollable fear. For them, the confrontation with Van Loon was not just a physical battle, but also a spiritual shock. Under Solomon's authority, they deeply felt the gap between humans and these so-called "lesser beings," and realized that what they relied on was just a power greater than themselves.
The soldiers, who were just in a panic, underwent a remarkable transformation upon witnessing Solomon capturing Van Loon. They devoutly knelt down, clasping their hands together, uttering prayers and words of gratitude to their god. In their hearts, at this moment, Solomon was not just a brave guardian knight, but the embodiment of god, their unbreakable spiritual pillar.
Under the figure of Solomon, the soldiers' eyes were filled with awe and admiration. They believed that as long as Solomon was there, they would be invincible in the face of any powerful enemy. This belief, like an invisible force, nourished the hearts of every soldier, allowing them to find hope again in the midst of fear and despair.
Solomon stood at the center of the kneeling crowd, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers on the ground, his expression stern and confident. He knew that he was not only carrying out a mission, but also strengthening the army's belief, solidifying their loyalty to Supreme Education and their faith in God. At this moment, Solomon was not just a warrior on the battlefield, but also the spiritual leader of this army. His presence made the soldiers believe that with the guidance of faith, they possessed boundless strength and the possibility of victory.
Van Loon struggles at the feet of Solomon, and suddenly recalls Jin Benlajie's teaching: to stay calm in desperate situations and use wisdom to find a way out. This sentence is like a beam of light shining into the dark predicament, allowing him to slowly detach from the panic and regain the composure of a scholar and warrior.
His breathing gradually steadies, and his heartbeat returns to a normal rhythm. With a calm gaze, he carefully surveys the surrounding environment and Solomon's figure through the dense golden chains. Although tightly bound by the golden chains, he knows deep down that his magical power is not completely sealed. As long as he finds the right opportunity, he still has the possibility of counterattack.
Van Loon flashed a hint of cunning in his heart, quietly gathering a faint yet resolute magical light on his horn. Even in dire straits, he would never give up any chance to turn the situation around. Solomon, though seemingly in control, had forgotten the most basic battle wisdom - never underestimate any cornered enemy, especially one with powerful magical abilities.
Under extreme pressure, Van Loon focused his will and magic to the sharpest edge, his horn becoming his only outlet for counterattack. While Solomon was basking in the awe and praise of the surrounding soldiers, he failed to notice the seemingly helpless goat silently plotting a counterattack. Mud slowly gathered on Van Loon's horn, not just a collection of material, but also the embodiment of all his hope and resistance. This clump of mud gradually hardened and sharpened, ultimately forming a hard, stone-like cone, embodying all of Van Loon's magic and determination.
Van Loon's eyes flashed with determination and cunning, knowing the importance of this strike. Solomon stood with his back turned, immersed in his own pride and vanity, completely ignoring Van Loon's actions. Thinking he had complete control of the situation, Solomon was unaware of the impending crisis.
Just as Solomon was about to boast of his achievements and further humiliate the unfortunate "demon sheep," Van Loon quietly launched a mud cone from the tip of his horn with a subtle movement only he could detect. This was not just a physical attack, but a symbol of Van Loon's intelligence and resilience, proving in his own way that even in despair, one can find a breakthrough.
mud cone Like an arrow shuttling through the wind, carrying the hopes and despair of Van Loon, it spins rapidly, cutting through the air, heading straight for the back of Solomon's head. At this moment, time seems to freeze, the surrounding noise, the soldiers' cheers, and the chaos of the battlefield all become distant and blurry in this instant.
Suddenly, an incredible, crisp sound pierces through the battlefield's clamor, the sound of bones shattering, a mix of despair and pain. Solomon's body trembles, a sharp pain coming from the back of his left eye, the result of mud cone tearing through space and striking at the vital point. His world begins to sway in this moment, his vision becomes blurry, all sounds fade away, leaving only the echo of his own heartbeat.
Solomon tried to steady his shaking body, but a sense of powerlessness quickly swept over him. As he reached towards the back of his head, his fingers felt the sticky wetness of warm blood. Slowly lowering his head, the fresh blood dripping onto the dusty ground felt like a pounding reminder in his heart. It reminded this man, who claimed to be the Supreme Education Guardian Knight, that even the greatest power can be defeated by sudden and unexpected change.
Solomon finally realized that the showdown he thought was already in the bag was never as certain as he had believed. Van Loon was not just a goat, but also an undeniable force, a resilient will that struggled for survival even in the face of adversity, refusing to yield to the so-called "supreme" power.
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