Rebuilding Terra

When Michel learned that the Dark Three Knights were created by the power bestowed on Ozma by the mysterious woman, he felt a strong sense of disobedience in his heart, like a turbulent undercurrent. At that moment, he seemed to hear the creaking sound of the gears of fate, as if there was an invisible hand behind him pushing everything in an unknown direction.

The three dark knights stood quietly not far away, exuding an evil and powerful aura. The aura was like a rolling black fog, spreading out in strands, as if they were demons struggling to crawl out of the dark abyss. Every breath brought a chilling sense of oppression, as if it could freeze the air around them. Their strange figures were looming in the dim light, like ghosts lurking in the darkness, posing a huge threat to the entire world. The threat was like a heavy cloud, covering every corner, making people feel terrified.

Michelle did not hesitate at all. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb the power of the entire world into his body. Then, a powerful force surged in his body, and that force was like a surging tide, impacting the surrounding space wave after wave. The power was filled with endless majesty, as if it was the wrath of an ancient god. His eyes became extremely firm, like a burning flame, with an indomitable determination.

Finally, after a fierce energy collision, light and darkness intertwined and burst into dazzling light. Michel concentrated all his strength and delivered the final blow. The power was like a meteor across the sky, with a strong impact. Under the impact of this power, the three dark knights finally couldn't resist and retreated one after another. Then, they were easily driven out of the seal here like fallen leaves swept by the wind.

After defeating the three dark knights, Michel decided to stay at the seal where Ozma was. He stood there quietly, his firm figure like an unshakable mountain, standing between heaven and earth. His posture was upright, like a pine tree that has stood firm for thousands of years. His eyes were firm and sharp, like two swords that could penetrate everything, full of vigilance. It was as if he was guarding the most precious treasure in the world, and would not allow anyone to infringe on it.

Outside, Alice was standing respectfully in front of a woman wearing a tear mask, reporting the situation in a low voice. This woman was the second apostle, the Weeping Eye - Held. She stood there quietly, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura. The aura was like invisible ripples, spreading outward in circles, as if the whole world was under her control. Her posture was elegant and mysterious, as if she was a goddess from ancient times, with an extraordinary temperament.

Herd's eyes fell calmly into the distance, and she said slowly, "Let him be sealed. According to the prophecy, it is not time for him to die yet." Her voice seemed to come from the distant sky, with an ethereal and unquestionable majesty. Every word seemed to carry a mysterious power, echoing in the air.

Alice nodded slightly, indicating that she understood. She knew that the apostle's decision could not be changed. Although she had some doubts in her heart, she did not dare to question it at all. Because on this continent, Held's status was supreme, and her wisdom and power were unmatched.

Held continued: "We need to wait for the right time and let everything develop according to the prophecy. When the gears of fate start to turn, it is time for us to act." There was a firm light in her eyes, as if she had already seen the future.

Alice nodded slightly, and then said, "Michelle is currently guarding before the seal of Ozma. Will it affect the prophecy?" There was a trace of worry in her eyes, and that worry was like a faint cloud, lingering in her eyes. It was as if she was worried that something unpredictable would happen and break this seemingly calm situation.

Held pondered for a moment, then said calmly: "No, in the prophecy, he died before Ozma's death. Everything is currently proving the prophecy. Don't worry about it. We can start preparing for the next layout." Her tone was full of confidence, as if everything was carefully planned by her without the slightest deviation. Every word was full of firm belief, as if the wheel of fate was moving slowly forward according to her wishes.

After listening to Held's words, Alice left silently. Her figure was like a light feather, quietly disappearing into the air. She knew that Held's decision could not be changed, and she could only carry out the mission according to Held's instructions. Although she had a little doubt in her heart, she still chose to obey.

In another mysterious space, an old figure sat cross-legged, emitting a terrifying pressure, like the oldest god in the world. This person was Hongjun, his eyes flashed with deep light, as if he could see through everything in the world. At this time, he frowned slightly and muttered to himself: "Held and Ozma dared to disturb the heaven, what is going on?"

There was a hint of majesty in his voice, as if it was the wrath of an ancient god. Every word carried a powerful force, echoing in the space. It was as if he was questioning Held, demanding a reasonable explanation.

On the other side, Held was in a place full of darkness. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile. After hearing Hongjun's voice transmission, she responded softly: "Isn't this a win-win situation? The calamity of your prehistoric world has been reduced, and the catastrophe of the world will become weaker. Our apostles are also in the cracks, which is a good thing for both you and me. Why not do it?" There was a temptation in her voice, as if it was a whisper from the darkness. Every word carried a mysterious power, trying to convince Hongjun.

Hongjun was silent for a moment, as if thinking about Held's words. Then he said, "It's better not to have this happen again. If it affects the survival of the catastrophe, I will wipe out their existence." His voice was full of determination, as if it was an unshakable mountain. Every word was powerful, like thunder, echoing in the space. It was as if he was warning Held not to act rashly, otherwise he would face serious consequences.

Held nodded and said, "No problem, you can judge everything by yourself. The sovereignty of our two worlds will not infringe on the other world." Her voice was still calm, as if she was not affected by Hongjun's warning. After that, Hongjun ended the voice transmission, and the space returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.