In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

Does this guy think he's that charlatan Luo Jia?

Solomon touched his thick hair and thought about Luo Jia's famous bald head.

"Are you crazy?" Solomon couldn't help but curse. "Look closely! I have hair! Your dad's bald! That bald charlatan who went crazy writing books! What do I have to do with him?!"

Solomon didn't want to waste any more words on this mentally deranged madman.

He walked slowly to the Dark Apostle, who was kneeling on the ground, looking utterly devastated.

“Based on the most basic human morality and law.” Solomon raised his scepter, golden flames burning fiercely upon it.

"You slaughtered your own kind, spread cults, colluded with demons, and betrayed humanity. I sentence you to death!"

Solomon raised his scepter high, and golden flames gathered on the hammerhead.

Just then, he felt that strange gaze again.

The feeling of being stared at from behind made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Solomon turned around abruptly, his sharp gaze sweeping across the corner of the hall.

But all he saw was Audrey, a young girl huddled behind cover, seemingly terrified by the bloody scene before her.

The girl had her head down, trembling, but appeared perfectly normal.

"Is it just my imagination? Maybe this damned subspace environment is making me nervous."

Solomon withdrew his gaze and no longer hesitated.

Under the disheartened, even somewhat relieved gaze of the Dark Apostle.

boom!

The scepter, imbued with divine wrath, crashed down, exploding with golden light. The head and soul of the Dark Apostle were utterly annihilated in this blow.

With the death of this Chaos leader, the restless warp energy across Gwent finally began to subside.

Solomon let out a long sigh, a wave of exhaustion washing over him.

"Old man! Your fathers are here to save you!"

Familiar shouts came from afar.

The brutal blade smashed through the wall, and three familiar figures jumped out of the car and rushed towards him.

Looking at his brothers, who were covered in filth but still full of energy, Solomon finally broke into a smile.

Solomon responded with a laugh and a scolding tone, "You unfilial son, how dare you speak to your father like that?"

Volume 1: Chapter 15 Post-War Conclusion

When Caesar and the others arrived at Solomon's side, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

[Caesar: In this situation, Solomon single-handedly killed the Word Bearer?]

Vlad: Good heavens, is this really my Solomon who can't even fight?

After all, Caesar and Vlad never expected that Solomon, the only one in the group who didn't like to exercise, could actually defeat the Dark Apostle on his own without any support.

However, Solomon did not tease his brothers as usual.

He put a finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

Following his gaze, everyone saw the girl curled up in a corner of the ruins, fast asleep.

Solomon put away his scepter and walked over as quietly as possible.

The hands that had just smashed the head of the Dark Apostle with the scepter now displayed astonishing tenderness.

Solomon carefully picked up the girl named Audrey, moving gently so as not to wake her.

"Let's go."

Solomon gestured to his friends to follow.

"The work here is finished, but there are still people waiting for us outside."

Without saying much, the group nodded in tacit agreement and walked out of the palace side by side.

……

In the square outside the governor's mansion, the survivors, their expressions numb, huddled together in small groups.

A stir arose in the crowd when the Emperor's angel emerged carrying a little girl.

"Colonel."