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When Palladio witnessed Ruin miraculously pull the axe out of his neck and the astonishing recovery that almost instantly restored him to his original state, his excited expression from the brutal scenes on the battlefield suddenly turned somewhat angry. He silently pondered in his heart that the true glory of the battlefield lies only in death itself, the absolute end and irreversible conclusion. Although Palladio was also aware that if Ruin truly died in this conflict, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss for him, as Ruin was one of his most capable assistants, providing him with tremendous support in both strategy and combat.
But at this moment, these considerations seemed less important. Palladio was filled with a desire for death, longing to witness true battles, the exploration of the edge between life and death, and the despair and struggle in extreme conditions. In his view, only such scenes could truly be considered the real glory of the battlefield.
This kind of thinking makes Palladio somewhat contradictory. On the one hand, he needs powerful pieces like Ruin to help him achieve greater ambitions, but on the other hand, the twisted desires deep within him make him long to see more death and destruction. These complex emotions intertwine, leaving Palladio feeling unprecedented loneliness and conflict on this chaotic battlefield night.
When Palladio sees Ruin successfully holding Solomon tightly with countless hands, the terrifying melee finally comes to an end. However, he does not feel the expected satisfaction or excitement in his heart. Instead, there is an inexplicable sense of emptiness spreading within him. Before his eyes, the battle did not reach the extreme fanaticism and bloodshed he had anticipated. What he longs for is the ultimate display in chaos, the brilliant struggle of life on the brink of despair.
At this moment, Palladio suddenly realized that no matter how intense the battle, no matter how thrilling the scene, it seemed that it could not fill the bottomless pit of longing in his heart. What he pursued was not just victory on the battlefield or the expansion of power, but the kind of brilliance of life under extreme conditions, the kind of life force that was about to extinguish but burst out with the last light.
Palladio stood quietly there, looking at everything in front of him, his heart filled with complex emotions. He began to reflect on his own pursuit, his understanding of war, and where the desire for constant pursuit of extremes would lead him. This emptiness and reflection made his state of mind particularly complex on this night, as if beyond the battlefield of blood and fire, he was still struggling with the war within his own heart.
Palladio slowly sat down in the chair, his gaze fixed on the map spread out on the table. His thoughts raced like wild horses in his mind, constantly analyzing the failure of tonight's reconnaissance mission. He was acutely aware that a series of unfavorable factors had intertwined, leading to this disastrous outcome. Firstly, they had very little understanding of the unknown environment of the Black Forest Realm. As night fell, the forest became pitch black, severely limiting visibility, posing a huge challenge in itself. Furthermore, the reconnaissance team members sent out were mostly selected due to past escapes or military rule violations, lacking the psychological resilience and combat abilities of regular soldiers.
Under these conditions, encountering a sudden attack, their collapse was almost inevitable. Palladio realized that behind this failure, it was not just a matter of personnel and environmental factors, but also his own negligence in strategic planning. He began to contemplate how to adjust the upcoming strategy, how to more effectively utilize the available resources, and how to overcome the difficulties of night battles in the forest.
At this moment, Palladio's mind was filled with considerations of various tactics and strategies. He knew that only by gaining a deeper understanding of the Black Forest Realm could he avoid a similar failure from happening again.
Palladio sat in the dimly lit tent, peering through a telescope at the distant Black Forest Realm, where their enemies lurked in the unfathomable forest, led by a remarkably intelligent "demon goat." As he looked at the map in his hand, it depicted an unknown territory, with even the enemy's headquarters appearing like a phantom in the mist, elusive and hard to grasp. Palladio couldn't help but sneer; this guerrilla warfare led by a goat had unexpectedly trapped their elite army in a predicament.
He shook his head lightly and thought to himself with self-mockery, the intelligence of this goat is definitely beyond reason. Not only can it precisely command its kind to launch attacks, but it can also perfectly utilize the terrain and darkness in tactics, leading their reconnaissance forces to a crushing defeat. This intelligence, this strategy, far exceeds the scope of an ordinary goat, making it more like a human general who has been baptized on the battlefield.
A hint of awe was revealed in Palladio's smile. He did not expect to encounter such an unpredictable opponent in this unknown forest. The failure of the reconnaissance mission and the loss of military camp supplies and manpower were all the result of the planning by this "demonic goat." At this moment, his heart was not only filled with curiosity about the enemy, but also with anticipation for the upcoming war.
Palladio put away the telescope, his eyes shining with the light of strategy. He knew that this guerrilla warfare was far from over, and this exceptionally intelligent enemy would be the most worthy opponent in his military career. He smiled and silently vowed to himself that no matter what, he would find that "demon goat" and personally resolve this game.
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