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Solomon felt his consciousness drifting as he sensed his cheek pressed against the cold earth, surrounded by a damp and sticky sensation. Warm liquid continued to seep from the back of his head, fresh blood flowing from his wounds, staining the earth red. Waves of coldness washed over his body, as if the warmth of life was rapidly fading away.
In this moment, Solomon was filled with complex emotions. As a guardian knight of Supreme Education, he had galloped countless times on the battlefield, always returning adorned with glory, never experiencing defeat like this. Yet now, he had been defeated by a mere goat, leaving him feeling immensely wretched, a deep sense of shame welling up within him.
He couldn't help but feel unwillingness in his heart, unwilling to accept this outcome, unwilling to accept his own powerlessness. However, within this unwillingness, there was also a hint of despair. He knew his injuries were severe, his life being slowly drained away like the soil, but he still refused to give up. His heart continued to cry out, praying to the supreme god Nora whom he believed in.
"Nora, please have mercy on me! I am your loyal servant, I have been fighting for you until my last breath." Solomon silently prayed in his heart, hoping to receive the mercy of the god, hoping that his soul could find peace in the radiance of the god. But in this silent soil, apart from the sound of the wind, there was no response, only his own weakening breath.
In the cold and harsh soil, Solomon felt the distant footsteps of soldiers, gradually fading away, the sound becoming weaker and weaker until it completely disappeared. In their hearts, perhaps he was no longer the mighty guardian knight, but just a waste abandoned on the battlefield after defeat. This muddy land seemed to be the final chapter of his life, a place of lonely waiting for death to come.
Solomon felt a hint of despair in his heart, trying to gather the last bit of magic in his trembling hands, hoping to summon his holy hammer, the artifact that had helped him countless times to overcome dangers on the battlefield. However, to his surprise, he found that his magic seemed to be nearly depleted, and the holy hammer did not respond at all, as if all connection with it had been severed.
At this moment, Solomon deeply felt loneliness and helplessness. His faith, his strength, and even his identity as a Supreme Education guardian knight seemed to vanish in an instant. He once thought he was invincible, believed that his faith could bring him infinite power, but now, with everything gone, all that remained was this mud and endless darkness, and he truly felt powerless and desperate.
Solomon's vision began to blur, his consciousness gradually became chaotic, and the magic in his hands completely dissipated, even the last shred of hope was cruelly taken away. In this silent earth, his heart was filled with regret and unwillingness, but he was powerless to change anything. As time passed, Solomon's consciousness gradually sank into the darkness.
Solomon's world has become a dark place, his consciousness floating in endless nothingness. The feeling of powerlessness and despair almost caused him to dissolve into the depths of darkness. However, this deathly silence was suddenly shattered by a violent tremor that ran from his shoulders to his toes, forcing his consciousness to be violently pulled back from the edge of darkness into reality.
In extreme exhaustion, Solomon reluctantly opened his right eye to see a figure gradually coming into focus from the blur - General Palladio of the Human Alliance. His slightly lean figure, always wearing a somewhat ambiguous expression, always stirred an uncontrollable anger within Solomon every time he appeared.
Palladio seemed to be enjoying Solomon's current state, his mocking tone filled with undisguised contempt: "Oh, look at our great guardian knight, struggling in the mud. What a pitiful sight. Are you the power that Supreme Education relies on? You are truly disappointing." Every word he spoke felt like deliberately rubbing salt into Solomon's wounds.
Solomon tried to retort, but his throat felt like it was burning, unable to produce any sound, only cursing the man in front of him repeatedly in his heart. He lay there powerless, feeling his life force slowly slipping away. At this moment, he realized that Palladio's appearance was not redemption, but another mockery of his despair.
Palladio saw Solomon unable to speak, feeling even more pleased. His mockery intensified: "Can't even speak now? Guardian Knight, your incompetence makes me feel ashamed. The power of Supreme Education is not something someone like you can understand." He turned to the soldiers still watching the scene and revealed a mocking smile, filled with deep disdain and contempt for Solomon.
Solomon lay powerless in the mud, Palladio's taunting voice echoing in his ears, making him feel unprecedented humiliation and helplessness. In that moment, Solomon keenly felt his own helplessness and despair, his heart filled with hatred towards Palladio, yet he was powerless to resist. He lay weakly in the mud, realizing that his situation might change because of the general's appearance, but unsure whether it would be for better or worse.
Palladio looked down at Solomon with a hint of complexity in his eyes. He contemptuously gazed at the horrifying hole behind Solomon's head and sarcastically remarked, "It seems that the goat has dealt you a heavy blow, Solomon. Leaving you so... battered and broken, huh?" His tone was filled with mockery and disdain, as if all of this was just an amusing game to him.
"Hmph... what an interesting opponent," Palladio continued, his voice revealing a hint of excitement and anticipation. "A mere goat capable of wielding such powerful magic, even managing to crush our vanguard forces... interesting, truly fascinating." His gaze seemed to penetrate through the dense forest, attempting to catch a glimpse of the mysterious goat.
Palladio's smile carries a subtle and barely detectable hint of fervor. Faced with this unknown and formidable opponent, he appears extremely eager. For him, this is not just a challenge, but also an opportunity to prove himself. He cares not for Solomon's fate, as his heart is filled only with a thirst for the upcoming battle.
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