Rebuilding Terra

In that mysterious and fantastic world, it seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious mist, and every corner seemed to hide endless secrets and unknown dangers. The mad dragon Hertz, like an out-of-control beast, broke into the territory of the demon king with an unstoppable violent force. Its huge and majestic body was like a moving hill, and every step it took on the ground made a dull sound, as if the whole earth was shaking. It rampaged across the land wantonly, leaving a horrible mess wherever it went.

Those originally tall, straight, and lush trees were broken like fragile dead branches under the impact of the mad dragon Hertz. Some were broken in half, with uneven fractures, revealing pale wood texture; others were uprooted, falling to the ground with large pieces of soil. Mountains and rivers were not spared either. Under the trampling of the mad dragon Hertz, deep cracks appeared on the solid mountains, as if they were deep scars carved by time.

The rocks rolled down, making a rumbling sound and raising a cloud of dust. The river was even more chaotic. The originally calm river water, under the rampage of the mad dragon Hertz, raised huge waves, splashing water everywhere, and the riverbed was also changed. In some places, there were even signs of dry flow. The entire territory was shrouded in panic and chaos. People fled in panic, screaming and shouting, as if the end of the world had come.

The wild power of the mad dragon Hertz seemed to have no end. Its deafening roar was like rolling thunder, echoing between heaven and earth. Every roar was filled with endless anger and violence, which made people tremble with fear. Flames spewed out of its mouth, and the flames were like a raging torrent, carrying scorching heat. Wherever it went, everything turned to ashes in an instant. Whether it was grass, trees, houses, or other objects, they all disappeared without a trace under the engulfment of the flames, leaving only a dark scorched earth. Its destruction caused a great shock in the territory, and the shock seemed to come from deep underground, making the entire territory tremble. Finally, it attracted two powerful beings - Ozma and Kazan.

Kazan is tall, like a towering mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression. His firm and resolute eyes seem to be burning with two everlasting flames, revealing his inner determination and indomitable spirit. He is dressed in a solid battle armor, shining with mysterious light under the sun, as if he is a god of war from ancient times. He possesses great power, and every movement carries a powerful wave of power, as if he can shake the whole world.

His unyielding will is as strong as steel. No matter how great the difficulties and challenges are, he will not back down easily. Ozma, on the other hand, has a stern face, as if covered by frost, without a trace of expression, making it difficult to guess what he is thinking. He exudes a chilling aura, as if it is emanating from the endless darkness, which makes people shudder. His power is also not to be underestimated, as if it is a mysterious power hidden in the darkness, which may burst out with amazing power at any time. The two of them stepped forward and prepared to drive away the wanton and destructive dragon Hertz.

Kazan swung the giant sword in his hand. The sword was huge and heavy, and the blade flashed with mysterious light, as if it contained endless power. Every time he swung it, it brought up a gust of wind, which howled like an angry dragon, sweeping everything around. The blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if announcing its power to the enemy.

Ozma displayed a powerful magic power. His hands danced and he muttered something. The air around him was suddenly filled with a mysterious power wave. The flames and lightning intertwined to form a powerful magic circle. The flames were like jumping elves, hot and dazzling; the lightning was like an angry dragon, with a deafening roar, attacking the mad dragon Hertz.

After a fierce battle, the entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a chaotic world. Flames, strong winds, thunder and lightning intertwined, making people dazzled. The mad dragon Hertz kept roaring and attacking crazily, while Ozma and Kazan responded calmly, cleverly dodging the attacks of the mad dragon Hertz and constantly looking for its flaws.

Finally, under the combined attack of Ozma and Kazan, the huge body of the Mad Dragon Hertz began to shake, and its power gradually weakened. With the last fierce attack, the Mad Dragon Hertz let out an unwilling roar and was finally repelled. However, this battle was only the beginning, a fuse that triggered a series of thrilling stories.

At this time, Alice quietly appeared in this territory as a prophet. Her mysterious figure was hidden under the cloak, as if she had merged with the darkness. The cloak was like a mysterious cloud, covering her figure, making it difficult for people to see her true appearance. Her footsteps were light and silent, as if she was a ghost wandering. There was a strange light flashing in her eyes, and that light was like a bottomless abyss, and people would feel as if they would be sucked into it at a glance. She began to convey a mysterious ballad "The King and the Jackal" to the local demon king.

The ballad seemed to have a mysterious magic, like a gentle breeze, quietly drifting into the demon king's heart. Every note seemed to be a mysterious seed, taking root and sprouting in the demon king's heart. The lyrics were full of metaphors and hints, like an invisible key, opening the door full of doubt and suspicion in the demon king's heart. The demon king began to become suspicious, his eyes swept back and forth between Ozma and Kazan, as if looking for some unspeakable secret. A terrible conspiracy gradually emerged in his heart, and the conspiracy was like a poisonous snake in the dark, slowly entwining his heart.

Under that dark calculation, the demon king began to carefully plan his conspiracy. He fabricated all kinds of unfounded charges, which were like heavy shackles, ready to be put on Ozma and Kazan. He imprisoned them in a dark and damp dungeon, which was filled with a foul smell, with water droplets flowing on the walls and the ground full of mud. Ozma and Kazan were locked in heavy chains, their eyes were full of anger and unyielding. Behind this, the demon king had a more ulterior purpose.

Ozma's childhood sweetheart, a beautiful and kind woman, was like the most beautiful flower in spring, exuding a gentle and kind atmosphere. She was also involved in this conspiracy. The demon king coveted her beauty, and his greedy eyes were like a hungry wolf seeing its prey. He actually took her by force. The woman's eyes were full of fear and despair, but she could not escape the demon king's clutches.

Not only that, the demon king also brutally killed Ozma's family. That bloody scene, like an indelible nightmare, was deeply imprinted in Ozma's heart. The blood dyed the earth red, and screams echoed in the air. It was an indescribable pain and grief.

In the dark dungeon, Ozma was filled with anger and despair. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripped down his fingers, and the blood flowed drop by drop like the pain in his heart. The flame of revenge burned in his eyes, and the flame seemed to break through the darkness and burn the whole world to ashes. His heart was filled with hatred for the demon king, and the hatred was like a surging tide, constantly impacting his soul. He gritted his teeth and vowed to make the demon king pay a heavy price.

However, fate did not seem to have completely abandoned Ozma. During a mysterious escort, Ozma, relying on his tenacious will and unyielding spirit, began to look for a chance to escape. He silently observed the surrounding environment, waiting for the opportunity to come. Finally, in a dark corner, he took advantage of the negligence of the escort and disappeared mysteriously. He seemed to blend into the darkness, disappearing without a trace, leaving only silence.

It turned out that Ozma accepted the deal with the god of death in despair. The gloomy figure of the god of death appeared in front of him, like a ghost in the dark. There was a strange smile on his pale face, and that smile made people shudder. The god of death slowly proposed the terms of the deal to Ozma, and his low and hoarse voice echoed in the air. Ozma agreed without hesitation, he wanted to exchange his soul for the power of revenge. At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind, that was revenge.

Ozma, who had gained great power, began his journey of revenge. He was like a lone avenger, traveling between darkness and light. He searched everywhere for the traces of the demon king and those who had hurt him, not missing any clues. Every step he took was filled with firm determination, and every breath he took was filled with hatred. Finally, he found the body of his good friend Kazan.

Kazan lay there quietly, his body covered with scars, which were like the marks of time, telling of the suffering he had endured. His face was pale, as if he had lost the breath of life. A wave of grief surged in Ozma's heart, and that grief was like a surging tide, impacting his soul. He stood silently beside Kazan's body, his heart full of self-blame and regret. He decided to revive Kazan, no matter what the cost.

Ozma performed mysterious magic, and the air around him was filled with a strange atmosphere. The magic power was like invisible silk threads, intertwined together to form a mysterious magic circle. With his efforts, Kazan's body began to slowly come to life. A trace of mysterious power was injected into Kazan's body, and his body began to tremble slightly. Finally, Kazan opened his eyes and returned to this world.

Ozma looked at Kazan excitedly, with hope in his eyes. He invited Kazan to revenge the monsters together, and his voice was full of firmness and determination. However, Kazan was silent. His eyes were full of complex emotions, with painful memories of the past and confusion about the future. He stood there quietly, thinking about his choice. In the end, Kazan rejected Ozma's proposal, and he left silently, disappearing from the sight of the people in the prehistoric world.

Ozma did not give up because of Kazan's rejection. The fire of revenge still burned in his heart. He continued on his journey of revenge, which was a road full of difficulties and obstacles. His power became stronger and stronger, like a star in the darkness, attracting a group of like-minded partners. Together they fought against the demon king and his minions, and every battle was full of dangers and challenges.

As time went by, Ozma's revenge caused a shock to the entire primitive world. The demons felt a huge threat and began to gather their strength to prepare for a final battle with Ozma. It was a battle that determined fate and a contest of life and death.

Above the dark and mysterious heaven, clouds and mists lingered, as if it were a mysterious world. Ozma and the army of demons finally met. The two sides were on the verge of a fight, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. Everyone's eyes were full of vigilance and alertness, as if a fierce battle could break out at any time.

At this moment, Saint Michel suddenly appeared. Michel exuded a sacred light, which was like warm sunshine, illuminating the entire heaven. His eyes were full of justice and determination, as if he was a messenger from heaven. His appearance made this decisive battle even more complicated and confusing.

The battle broke out instantly, with flames, lightning, and strong winds interweaving on the battlefield, and the whole world seemed to be in chaos. Ozma led his companions, like brave warriors, and rushed towards the army of demons. Their figures shuttled across the battlefield, and each attack was powerful. The demons were not to be outdone, and they used various magic to fight fiercely with Ozma and his companions.

But the battle did not end there. The power between Ozma and Michel was balanced. Their power collided with each other, generating a powerful shock wave. The shock wave was like a surging sea wave, making the entire heaven tremble. Every collision seemed like a battle between heaven and earth, which was thrilling.

Finally, in a thrilling duel, the demons, Ozma, and Michel disappeared together. The entire battlefield became silent, as if time had stopped at this moment. People began to speculate and came to the conclusion that Michel and Ozma had died together. However, no one knew the truth.

In that distant place, perhaps the fate of Ozma and Michelle continues to intertwine, and their story continues to be written...

In another corner of the primitive world, Kazan watched all this silently. His heart was full of contradictions, and he didn't know whether his choice was right. He recalled every bit of his past with Ozma, and those beautiful memories flashed through his mind like a movie. An indescribable emotion surged in his heart, and that emotion was like a tide, constantly impacting his soul.