Rebuilding Terra

Bakar stood alone in front of those mysterious images, and the air around him seemed to become heavy because of the powerful aura emanating from him.

His eyes were like two sharp lasers that could penetrate everything, tightly and without blinking, locked onto the last image. In that picture, a man and a woman stood side by side, their figures were like towering mountains between heaven and earth, tall and majestic. It was as if they were the supreme rulers of this world, and the majestic aura emanating from them, like an invisible pressure, spread to the surroundings. They stood there quietly, like two gods who controlled the fate of the world, looking down at the bizarre but vibrant world below.

That world presents an amazing fantasy scene in the picture. The colors are as colorful as an overturned palette, and various strange scenes are intertwined and merged together. There are strange buildings that are shining with mysterious light, as if they are built by mysterious magic power; there are rivers flowing with mysterious light, and the river water seems to contain endless power; there are also mysterious creatures flying in the air, their shapes are different, and they exude unique breath. The whole world seems to be a dreamlike wonderland, and every corner exudes a mysterious and attractive breath, as if it is a mysterious realm hiding countless secrets.

Bakar's eyes narrowed slightly, and a deep and complex light flashed in his narrow eyes. His thoughts at this moment were like a wild horse running wildly in his mind. Countless thoughts were like flying snowflakes, constantly emerging and colliding in his mind. His brain seemed to have turned into a high-speed precision machine, constantly analyzing everything in front of him, trying to find the truth and answer hidden behind these mysterious images.

A fierce storm of thought began in his heart. "What do these images mean? What message do they convey?" Bakar kept asking himself in his heart. He knew that these images did not appear by chance, and there must be some crucial secret hidden behind them, and this secret might completely change his fate, or even the fate of the whole world.

He knew clearly that in those long years, in the intricate interweaving of fate, apart from the other apostles who had passed away in the long river of time, only Kahn and Held were left. When his eyes fell on this picture again, a complex emotion surged in his heart.

"Humph, Kahn and Held, do you really think you can control everything?" He thought to himself, a trace of unwillingness spreading in his heart. He began to recall the past with other apostles.

Bakkar suddenly burst into laughter without any warning. The laughter was like rolling thunder, constantly echoing in the empty and silent space, with an aura of madness and arrogance. The laughter seemed to break through all constraints, and let the whole world hear his inner shock and arrogance. His laughter contained his unyielding and challenge to fate. He seemed to be announcing to the whole world that he, Bakkar, would not be easily manipulated by fate.

In these long, seemingly endless years, Bakar has always been indifferent to the lives and deaths of other apostles and the destruction of the world. Deep in his heart, if these things were not directly related to his own destiny, and did not affect his own interests and future, he might not even spend the slightest thought to care about the success or failure of Held's mysterious plan. To him, those seemed to be just distant stories that had nothing to do with him.

However, at this moment, something happened like a sharp thorn that pierced his heart deeply, making it impossible for him to remain indifferent and calm. Kahn's majestic and powerful figure and Held's mysterious face kept appearing in his mind.

"Kahn, how can you trample me under your feet? Held, how can you decide all this?" A strong sense of resentment and anger surged in his heart, as if a flame was burning in his heart. In his imagination, Kahn, who was given many shocking titles such as the first, invincible, and absolutely strong, would trample him hard one day in the future. Moreover, Kahn would become the master god of the new world together with Held.

Just such a thought, an imagination that flashed through his mind, was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing endless anger and resentment to surge in Bakar's heart. That anger was like a blazing fire, burning his soul; that resentment was like a surging tide, constantly rolling and crashing in his heart, as if it was about to break through the embankment of his heart.

He began to reflect on his past and present in his heart. He recalled the countless battles he had experienced, and those fierce battle scenes kept flashing in his mind like movie scenes. He had defeated powerful enemies one after another with his own strength and wisdom, but now, facing Kahn and Held, he felt unprecedented pressure and challenges.

"I, Bakar, will never give in easily. I will not let them succeed." He swore in his heart. His eyes became more determined, and the fighting spirit emanating from him became more vigorous.

But now, everything has changed dramatically. He saw the truth of the events hidden behind the fog, and Held's hidden purpose was finally exposed. It turned out that the mysterious and scheming Held had such a terrible ambition. She wanted to kill all the apostles and rebuild Terra.

"Humph, Held, your conspiracy will not succeed." Bakar swore in his heart, and a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart. This amazing discovery, like a flash of lightning in the dark, instantly illuminated the confusion in Bakar's heart. It made Bakar's heart surge with an unprecedented strong fighting spirit.

He began to carefully analyze Held's plan and motives. He knew that Held must have some ulterior motives, which was why he wanted to kill all the apostles by any means. He began to recall every detail of his time with Held, trying to find some clues from those memories.

"Why on earth did she do this? Is rebuilding Terra really that important to her?" Bakar kept thinking about these questions in his mind. He knew that only by figuring out Held's true purpose could he better formulate a response strategy and have a chance to overturn her plan.

At this moment, Bakar seemed to see a golden opportunity, an opportunity to completely change his fate. He knew very well that as long as he could successfully overthrow Held's terrible plan with his own strength and wisdom, he would become the savior of the world, the supreme being who controlled everything and dominated the world.

"I will definitely show you that I, Bakar, am not a pawn that can be manipulated by others." He was full of determination and confidence. He began to conceive his action plan in his mind, and every detail was carefully considered. He knew that this battle would be a life-and-death battle that would determine fate, and there would be no room for carelessness or mistakes.

Thinking of this, Bakar's crazy laughter rang out again, and he almost choked with laughter. That laughter was full of crazy joy and absolute confidence.

However, Bakar, who knew the truth, was not overwhelmed by the impulse and passion that surged at that moment, and he did not rush to take action immediately. Instead, he chose to stay in the mysterious and dangerous demon world for a long time. Because he deeply understood that in order to successfully overthrow Held's carefully planned and deeply hidden plan, he must make the most thorough and comprehensive preparations.

"I must be careful. Every decision may affect the final result." He reminded himself repeatedly in his heart. He began to plan every detail silently like a strategist hiding in the dark. Every possible situation and every potential variable were repeatedly considered and deduced in his mind.