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Van Loon saw countless shining holy hammers of sacred light charging towards him and his Combat goat, his heart tightened in disbelief. The one believed to have fallen in battle, Solomon, was still on the battlefield, unleashing astonishing power. A sense of foreboding surged in Van Loon's heart; the turning point of this war might be right before his eyes.
He quickly gathered magical energy at his feet, causing the land to swiftly coalesce into a sturdy earthen wall, attempting to block the emerging holy hammers. However, Solomon's attacks far exceeded Van Loon's expectations; each strike of the holy hammer contained immense power. When the holy hammer struck the earthen wall, the explosive sound was deafening, and the wall was instantly shattered into flying fragments.
Van Loon and his Combat goat struggled to hold their ground in the explosive shockwave, but the force was so intense that they could barely resist. Van Loon felt a wave of panic, never expecting to confront Solomon in this situation. The power of the holy hammer was clearly beyond what Solomon had previously demonstrated, indicating that there must be some unknown secret behind this power.
Amidst the chaos and destruction, Van Loon realized that he needed to find a new way to counter this force, or else not only he, but the entire goat clan would face disaster. Van Loon took a deep breath, trying to find calm in his heart, preparing for whatever might come next. In this life-or-death moment, he had only one thought in his mind - to protect this forest and his people at all costs.
Van Loon witnessed the fall of the Combat goat beside him, and his heart was filled with pain and unwillingness. This unexpected intense battle had already caused heavy losses to his troops, but he was also clear that if the fighting continued, the consequences would be even more severe. He took a deep breath, and magic quickly gathered at the tip of his horn. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept up from all around him, carrying dust and debris, forming a huge dust barrier that temporarily blocked Solomon's line of sight.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Van Loon quickly sent a mental message to all the Combat goat, ordering them to retreat immediately. His voice was firm and swift, as if a command had cut off all hesitation, "Retreat immediately! The objective has been achieved, we must leave here at once!" In the chaos, Van Loon led the way into the depths of the forest, with the wind howling and dust flying. His Combat goat quickly followed him, despite their hearts being filled with unwillingness and worry. But under Van Loon's leadership, they were like a strong wind, swiftly passing through the dust and disappearing into the night.
This retreat is not only to preserve the remaining combat power, but also to conserve strength and prepare for the possible battles to come. Van Loon knows that in the face of such a powerful enemy, they need to be more cautious and wise in their battle strategy. Throughout the escape, a thought keeps repeating in his mind - they will come back again, and next time, they will be even stronger.
Solomon in this sudden frenzy of wind and dust, almost lost his sense of direction. Driven by anger and the desire for revenge, he could not accept his situation. His roars were almost completely drowned out in the storm, but he continued to release the holy hammer, the shining light cutting through the darkness like the unquenchable fury in his heart.
"Beast! Face me!" Solomon's voice was full of challenge and anger, as if he expected this blind attack to find his enemy and allow him to end it all with his own hands. With each release of the holy hammer, it seemed that Solomon was also releasing his obsession with battle and his thirst for victory.
However, as he charged into the storm, the powerful gale not only failed to knock him down, but instead brought a strange sensation to his hollow and dark left eye. The wind seemed to tell him that no matter how he struggled, this forest and its guardians were not so easily conquered.
Solomon's figure became blurry in the smoke and dust, the aimless launched holy hammer exploded in the night sky, emitting a dazzling light, but unable to illuminate the darkness in his heart. His hollow left eye and the sensation of being buffeted by the wild wind became a strange memory in this melee. Solomon knew that the war was far from over, and perhaps his path of revenge was just beginning.
Palladio and Ruin stood outside the camp, watching Solomon's almost frantic figure without turning their eyes away. A twisted smile appeared on Palladio's face, seemingly enjoying the pleasure brought by the chaos and anger before him. Watching Solomon, a once majestic Supreme Education guardian knight, now losing all reason due to an uncontrollable anger, even showing no mercy to his comrades, this kind of transformation was undoubtedly an extreme entertainment for Palladio.
Ruin stood by Palladio, his face showing little expression, but a strange glint seemed to flash in his deep eyes. These two, one enjoying the pain and chaos of others, the other silent but always able to play a crucial role at critical moments, both in their own way, observing every change on the battlefield.
Palladio watched Solomon's frenzied attack, his body involuntarily contorting as if drawing a twisted power from the chaos. His eyes were filled with anticipation, expecting what this melee would bring, hoping that Solomon's rage would cause even greater chaos. To Palladio, all of Solomon's madness was just a part of their grand scheme, a climax in the drama they had carefully orchestrated.
However, just as Palladio was immersed in this twisted joy, Ruin's eyes appeared even calmer. He knew that behind all of this, there was a deeper plan that needed to be executed, and now, it was just the beginning. The silence between the two sharply contrasted with Solomon's frenzy. For them, this melee had only just begun.
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