Rebuilding Terra

In the endless mystery of the fantasy world, Antun's huge and shocking figure finally set foot in the demon world. At the moment when Antun's feet touched the land of the demon world, it was as if the entire time and space was thrown into a huge stone that shocked the soul, and layers of ripples that were difficult to calm down appeared, and it trembled violently. At the other end of the dimensional rift connecting to another world, the world that once carried countless stories and lives, like the fragile dust in the wind, collapsed in an amazing and endlessly sad way in the blink of an eye. That world seemed to have been stubbornly struggling from beginning to end, and every minute and every second seemed to be carrying out an arduous and unyielding struggle.

It was as if it had been gritting its teeth and holding on with its last bit of strength until the moment when Antun left completely, and then it finally collapsed helplessly and resolutely like a tired warrior who had exhausted all his strength. The shattered scene was like star fragments flying all over the sky, and each fragment carried a unique atmosphere of tragic grandeur and determination, as if silently telling the past glory and the sighing end of today. The Tartan people stared with shocked eyes, watching this shocking scene blankly, and the shock in their hearts was like surging waves, rolling continuously in the depths of their hearts, and it was difficult to fully express it in words.

This heart-stirring scene was like a heavy bell striking deep in their souls, and it also strengthened their unshakable belief in their hearts - Antun was the great savior they had seen when they observed the stars at night, and he was their hope and solid sustenance for the future.

When they officially arrived in the demon world, the Tartans and Antun seemed to have found a safe haven in the vast ocean where they could rest in peace. After careful consideration, they carefully chose to settle down near the center of the ground track. Because they had personally experienced the heartbreaking destruction of that world, the lingering nightmare-like scene was deeply imprinted in the souls of each of them, making them always remember the pain they had experienced. They knew very well that they must not let that tragic history repeat itself.

Therefore, the Taltanes began to rack their brains, exerting all their wisdom and strength, just to find the most suitable food for Antun. They knew in their hearts that they could not let Antun eat like before without restraint and recklessness. They had to find a magical food that could satisfy Antun's huge energy demand like a bottomless pit, but would not bring too much impact to this new world. It was like carefully finding a delicate balance on a tightrope.

In the long and arduous and unknown exploration and attempts, they were like brave explorers who were desperately searching for light in the darkness. Finally, at a surprising moment, they found that electricity perfectly met all these needs. Electricity is a mysterious and amazingly powerful force. It contains endless energy, like an inexhaustible treasure. Moreover, it is invisible and intangible, like air, quietly diffused around, does not occupy too much space, and people do not feel the slightest oppression. It is extremely quick and convenient to absorb, just like sweet springs quickly flowing into long-dried land.

Thus, Antoun, like a sleeping ancient giant, quietly entrenched in the center of the orbit. Its huge body was like a majestic and quiet sleeping mountain, with a powerful force that made people feel awe, and began to continuously absorb the electricity that Luke had carefully created. Every strand of electricity seemed to be a precious source of life, in order to maintain its own huge and unimaginable survival needs.

When Antun was full, the Tartans, like careful and cautious guardians, carefully let Antun enter a peaceful sleep state. Because through countless patient observations and in-depth research, they deeply understood that in this peaceful and peaceful sleep state, Antun's energy consumption was the smallest, as if he had entered a magical energy-saving mode. For this reason, only when Antun entered that sweet dream, like a sleeping ancient beast, did the demon world have a stable power supply. The electric energy of the entire demon world seemed to have a wonderful and delicate balance between Antun's breathing. Every breath of Antun seemed to affect the flow of electric energy, like a mysterious metronome, accurately controlling the rhythm of electric energy.

After the Tartans and Antun came to the Demon Realm, they quickly gained the honorable title of apostles in the mysterious land of the Demon Realm with their unique and eye-catching existence and their powerful and shocking strength. Having just experienced the destruction of the world, the painful experience was like a sharp alarm bell, ringing in the hearts of the Tartans, reminding them of their past pains. They cherished the hard-won stable life in front of them, as if they were holding the most precious and unique treasure in the world. In the entire Demon Realm, they are obviously the largest existences, like towering and majestic mountains, but they are also the most law-abiding. They are like silent and firm guardians, quietly guarding their own world, not showing off, but silently sticking to it, guarding the tranquility and peace in their hearts.

In the turbulent and complicated events of the demon world, the Tartans always maintained an admirable calmness and restraint. Facing the dazzling disputes in the demon world? They waved their hands without hesitation and firmly expressed their unwillingness to participate. In their eyes, the fighting and fighting for power and profit seemed to be just a childish and boring farce. They did not want to be involved in it, and did not want themselves and Antun to be troubled by this meaningless dispute and disrupt the hard-earned tranquility.

Facing the legendary water of life? They shook their heads lightly, saying they didn't know, had never heard of it, and didn't want it. In their hearts, they only cared about the safety of Antun and the survival of the entire race. They had no interest in those illusory and legendary treasures. Facing the fierce dragon war? They turned around and left without hesitation, muttering "let's go". Those fierce battles and bloody conflicts were completely contrary to the peaceful life they pursued. They didn't want their lives to be shrouded in the smoke of war, but only wanted to protect the tranquility that belonged to them.

However, happy times are always like quicksand slipping quietly through your fingertips, fleeting and hard to capture. On a seemingly ordinary day, Antun was immersed in a deep sleep. Suddenly, a mysterious and frightening dimensional crack quietly opened beside him without any warning. The crack exuded a strange and powerful force that was frightening, like a bottomless vortex full of endless mysteries.

Before the Tartans and Antun could react, a strong and seemingly irresistible suction force suddenly hit them. Antun's huge body seemed helpless in the face of this force. It and the Tartans were caught off guard and sucked into the mysterious crack. When they slowly opened their eyes again, they were surprised to find that they had been transferred to the mysterious heaven of the prehistoric world.