Rebuilding Terra

Ozma, the lonely soul who had suffered betrayal and hurt, has now awakened in pain and anger. The flame of revenge in his heart is like raging magma, hot and unstoppable.

He recalled the days when he was deceived by the demon king. At that time, he was full of trust in the demon king and devoted his strength and loyalty to the demon king without reservation. However, the demon king used his hypocritical face and lies to play him in the palm of his hand. The demon king was high above, like a monarch who dominated everything. Every smile and every promise of his was like a carefully woven trap. Ozma once thought that the demon king would lead them to glory and protect the land where they lived together. But in the end, he found that he was just a pawn in the demon king's power game. When he lost his usefulness, he was ruthlessly abandoned.

After awakening, Ozma stood proudly in the world like a demon god from ancient mythology. He raised his chin slightly, and his cold face was full of disdain for the world. He knew that he possessed extremely powerful power. In his eyes, those ordinary demons were not worth killing personally, because it was undoubtedly a huge waste for his vast and powerful power like the galaxy. So, like a dark master who controls life and death, he chose a more cruel and sinister way of revenge - spreading the terrifying blood curse.

The blood curse is like an invisible dark cloud, like a silent ghost, quietly spreading among the demons. The originally peaceful and harmonious life of the demons was instantly shattered by the curse. The demons used to live a peaceful and happy life. In the village under the sun, the laughter of children echoed in the air, and the adults worked hard for their families and the future. However, when the blood curse came, all this changed dramatically.

Every demon seemed to be in a dark nightmare, their eyes widened with fear, their hearts filled with unknown fear. They didn't know at which moment of fate they would be mercilessly eroded by the strange curse, and they didn't know whether they would be controlled by the curse and become the terrible pretender who lost his mind and only knew how to kill crazily. Every demon was like a frightened bird, living under the shadow of fear that seemed like the end of the world was approaching, as if the whole world was collapsing in an instant.

In a quiet little village, an old demon was sitting at the door of his house, looking at the dark atmosphere gradually spreading in the sky, feeling a deep sense of uneasiness in his heart. His weathered face was full of worry, and he knew that a terrible disaster was about to come. The young demons also stopped their work, looking at each other, their eyes full of fear and confusion.

Ozma killed only three people personally, but these three people were like key nodes of fate, and each of them was closely connected to his tragic past full of blood, tears and pain.

When Ozma once again faced the demon king who had deceived him, he was filled with endless anger. He walked towards the demon king step by step, and each step seemed to carry a heavy force. The demon king also noticed Ozma's arrival at this time, and a look of fear appeared on his once arrogant face. He tried to run away, but he found that his legs seemed to be as heavy as if they were filled with lead and he could not move at all.

"Do you think you can still escape? Demon King, today is your end." Ozma's voice sounded like it came from hell, cold and full of murderous intent. The demon king widened his eyes, looked at Ozma, and tried to beg for mercy with words: "Ozma, let me go, I know I was wrong." However, there was no mercy in Ozma's eyes, only indifference and determination like an iceberg.

He slowly raised his hands, and the mysterious and powerful force in his hands was like a surging tide, instantly submerging the demon king with overwhelming force. The demon king had no power to fight back in front of that powerful force, and he screamed in fear, but soon, the sound disappeared in the air. The demon king opened his eyes wide in fear, and slowly fell down in endless fear and despair. The fire of life in his body was like a candle in the wind, gradually extinguished, until the last ray of light disappeared.

The second one was his former lover. They had spent countless wonderful times together, and those times were like shining pearls, and every memory was full of sweetness and warmth. They strolled under the moonlight, laughed in the sea of ​​flowers, and confessed their love to each other. However, in the face of the storm of betrayal and hurt, the beautiful memories of the past instantly became fragmented, like broken crystals.

Her choice was like a sharp blade, piercing Ozma's heart and breaking his heart completely. When he saw her again, a trace of pain flashed in Ozma's eyes, and that pain was like a sharp needle, piercing his heart. He remembered their vows and those beautiful moments, and his heart was filled with resentment and anger.

"Why? Why did you betray me?" Ozma's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of questions. She lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Ozma's eyes, and a look of guilt appeared on her face. But Ozma knew that everything was irreversible.

Then, anger ignited in his heart like a flame, and he thought: "Why did you hurt me, why did you abandon everything we had?" But in the end, he resolutely swung down the cold blade in his hand, as if cutting off the past and the pain. His face showed a complicated expression, with determination and a subtle sadness.

The third one is the soldier who killed Kazan. Kazan was his brother who had shared life and death with him. They had fought side by side and faced countless difficulties and challenges together. In those years of war, they supported and trusted each other. They charged into battle together, faced the enemy's attacks together, and fought for victory together.

However, this hateful soldier mercilessly took Kazan's life, leaving Ozma in endless grief. When Ozma finally found the soldier, his eyes were red, as if burning with the flames of anger. He stared at the soldier intently, the anger in his heart like an erupting volcano, with hot magma rolling in his heart.

"How dare you kill my brother? I will never let you go." Ozma's voice was filled with anger and murderous intent. The soldier was like an ant in front of his suffocating power, unable to fight back, and died instantly, without even having time to scream.

However, Ozma did not let them die completely. He used his mysterious and powerful power, like a dark magician, to cast forbidden magic. He pulled the three people back from the brink of death and resurrected them. But they were no longer the same as they used to be. Instead, they were made into three great generals under Ozma.

These three great generals were like the sharpest blades in his hands, wandering and spreading the blood curse full of evil and terror in the world. Wherever they went, the blood curse spread rapidly like an unstoppable plague, and one innocent life after another was transformed into the terrible pretender under the erosion of the curse.

This saint-level curse was powerful and strange, like a dark magic from hell. Even the demon king, who was a golden immortal, was helpless in the face of this curse and could not control it. The power of the curse was like an invisible poisonous snake, quietly sneaking into every corner and silently corroding every life.

Soon, the curse spread to the Heavenly Palace like a surging tide with an unstoppable force. The Heavenly Palace, which was originally high and majestic, as if it was a sacred place that could not be violated, was now in chaos under the invasion of the curse.

As the demon king, Donghuang Taiyi, who was once extremely majestic and controlled the fate of the demon clan, also felt an unprecedented crisis at this moment. He stood at the highest point of the heaven, a place where he could overlook the entire heaven. The wind whistled through his clothes, his brows were furrowed, and his heart was full of worries.

He possessed the Chaos Bell, a magical weapon with great power, like an indestructible fortress. The Chaos Bell emitted a mysterious and powerful light, and it was said that it had a defense that could not be broken by anyone but a saint. However, facing this strange and powerful blood curse, even someone as powerful as Donghuang Taiyi could not help but feel worried.

He looked down at the chaotic scene below with a solemn gaze, and an indescribable heaviness surged in his heart. The once orderly heaven was now in chaos and panic. The demons fled everywhere, shouting and crying.

"This curse is so powerful, how can I deal with it? The entire Heaven is in crisis, I must protect this place." Donghuang Taiyi thought to himself. The Chaos Bell quietly floated beside him, emitting a mysterious and dazzling light, like a loyal guard, trying to resist the curse that was constantly eroding. His eyes were firm and solemn, and he knew in his heart that this was a huge crisis concerning the survival of the entire demon race Heaven, and he must go all out to protect this land he cherished.

Ozma's three great generals quietly sneaked into the Heavenly Palace, like three ghosts hiding in the darkness. They moved quickly and secretly, shuttling silently in every corner of the Heavenly Palace. The blood curse was like a shadow behind them, following them everywhere, constantly corroding those defenseless demons.

In a palace in the Heavenly Palace, some demon guards were still holding their posts. They looked around nervously, holding their weapons tightly in their hands. However, they didn't know that the curse was approaching quietly. Suddenly, a guard's eyes became empty, and his body began to change strangely. He turned into a pretender. The other guards looked at him in horror, and before they could react, the pretender pounced on them.

Some demons were quietly infected by the curse without knowing it. Their eyes gradually became empty and crazy, and their bodies began to undergo strange changes. They became pretenders who lost their minds and only knew how to kill. These pretenders were like crazy beasts, and began to attack their companions without reason. The heavens were suddenly in chaos, with shouts and screams coming one after another, interweaving into a symphony of death full of blood and fear. The blood was like red rain, dyeing every corner of the heavens red.

Donghuang Taiyi sensed the invasion of the curse, and his majestic face instantly became even more stern. He immediately mobilized the powerful force in his body to try to suppress this sudden chaos. The Chaos Bell emitted a series of deafening roars, and the powerful power fluctuations were like surging waves, spreading rapidly in all directions.

However, the power of the blood curse was too strong. Those demons infected by the curse seemed to have lost their minds and rushed towards Donghuang Taiyi regardless of everything. They were like a surging tide, wave after wave, as if there was no end. Donghuang Taiyi frowned, like two tangled ropes. His hands quickly cast a series of spells, which were like twinkling starlight, carrying powerful power. The light of the Chaos Bell became more dazzling, trying to repel those pretenders who rushed over madly.

However, the number of pretenders kept increasing, pouring in like a tide. Donghuang Taiyi gradually felt overwhelmed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He couldn't help but feel anxious: "This is not a solution. We must find a way to break the curse."

Not far from the Heavenly Palace, a woman suddenly appeared here. She was wearing a bamboo hat and muttered to herself: "The prophecy has come true. The young jackal killed the old lion. As expected, no matter how the lion struggled, it could not escape the fate in the prophecy. Now, it's your turn to appear." After that, the woman disappeared here. Only Di Jun felt a familiar fluctuation of time and space, but he didn't take it to heart.