Rebuilding Terra

When Kazan saw Ozma for the first time, he immediately sensed the mysterious and powerful magic fluctuations on Ozma. He was slightly surprised and thought to himself: "The magic aura on this person is so powerful, he must be an amazing magic master."

Ozma also felt the powerful aura of Kazan. He was also a little surprised: "This person's power is so powerful, he must have a very high attainment in body training. I wonder how it compares with my main magic." The moment the two looked at each other, it seemed as if time had stopped. The air around them seemed to solidify, with only the sparks of collision when their eyes met.

"Hello, I'm Ozma, majoring in magic." Ozma was the first to break the silence, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a friendly smile, and then slowly extended his hand to Kazan. His voice flowed like clear spring water, with a gentle and confident power. Ozma thought: I can meet such a strong person in this strange place, maybe we can communicate and improve each other, why not take the initiative to make friends.

Kazan held Ozma's hand. His palm was broad and powerful, as if he could hold the whole world. He laughed heartily and said, "Haha, I am Kazan, the main practitioner. It is an honor to meet a master like you today." His laughter echoed in the forest, full of heroism and joy. Kazan could not help but feel happy: this person with such powerful magic fluctuations must have a lot to learn from him. I am really lucky today.

The two began to talk, as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for many years. They sat on a huge rock in the forest, and the surrounding trees seemed to be listening to their conversation quietly.

Ozma recounted his adventures in studying magic. He recalled the first time he felt the magic of magic when he was a child. At that time, he saw an old wizard casting a spell, with flames dancing on the old wizard's fingertips and frost condensing in his palms. At that moment, Ozma was deeply attracted. From then on, he embarked on the road of practicing magic.

Kazan described his hardships and breakthroughs in the process of physical training with great excitement. He told Ozma that he had been exercising since he was a child and had to undergo high-intensity training every day. He once accepted the impact of water flow under a waterfall to strengthen his body and will;

The two of them admired each other's abilities and insights, and their eyes flashed with recognition and respect for each other. They found that although they majored in different fields, they had many similarities in their understanding of strength and combat. They both understood that strength is not just an external performance, but also an inner perseverance and courage.

As time went by, the two felt that they had met too late. They decided to explore the forest together and find ways to improve their strength. Sometimes they discussed the fusion of magic and power beside the clear stream. Ozma tried to attach magic to Kazan's weapon to make the weapon more powerful. Kazan used his powerful strength to protect Ozma, allowing him to cast spells with more peace of mind.

The demon king of this territory also learned the news of Ozma and Kazan. The demon king lived in a magnificent palace, which was towering into the clouds and surrounded by clouds and mist. The walls of the palace were engraved with various mysterious runes and patterns, and each rune contained powerful power. The demon king possessed powerful demon power. His figure was tall and majestic, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble. He wore a gorgeous cloak, which fluttered in the wind, as if telling of his glorious achievements.

The demon king sat on the throne in the palace, listening to his subordinates' reports. When he heard about the deeds of Ozma and Kazan, he became interested. He thought to himself, "These two are so powerful. If I can use them, they will definitely bring greater power to my territory."

Therefore, the Demon King decided to meet these two famous figures in person.

When the demon king appeared in front of Ozma and Kazan, they both felt the demon king's powerful pressure. The pressure was like a surging tide, making them almost breathless. The demon king's figure was tall and majestic, like an insurmountable mountain. His eyes were fixed on Ozma and Kazan, as if he wanted to see through them.

"You must be Ozma and Kazan, right? I have heard about your deeds. You are both rare talents. I would like to ask you two to help me manage this territory so that the monsters in this territory can live in peace and happiness, and let them share their cultivation experiences with each other." The Monster King's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry enough sincerity, echoing in the air.

Ozma and Kazan looked at each other and saw a hint of respect in each other's eyes. Then they saluted respectfully to the demon king: "Meet the demon king." Their movements were in unison, showing their respect for the demon king.

The demon king smiled slightly, and that smile seemed to carry endless mystery. He said, "No need to be polite. I want to become your brother. In this territory, we need to unite and make contributions to the demons together."

Ozma and Kazan were delighted, they felt the sincerity of the demon king. They knew that the demon king was the most powerful being in this territory, and it was undoubtedly a great opportunity for them to become sworn brothers with the demon king. So, the three of them became sworn brothers in a mysterious ceremony.

The ceremony was filled with a mysterious atmosphere, and colorful lights flickered around them, as if witnessing this deep friendship. Ozma thought to himself: This event may bring us more opportunities and challenges, and also help us improve ourselves.

After the sworn brotherhood, the demon king expressed his wish to have the two of them get rid of the dragon. The demon king's eyes were full of expectation and trust. He knew it was a difficult task, but he believed that Ozma and Kazan had the ability to do it.

Ozma and Kazan agreed without hesitation and accepted the task. Their eyes were full of determination, as if no difficulties could stop them.

The demon king looked at Ozma and Kazan and said seriously: "I appoint you as the generals of this group of demons. You are responsible for leading these demons to drive away the evil dragon. This is a difficult task, but I believe you have the ability to do it."

Kazan began to prepare for the battle. He wiped his weapons carefully, each weapon seemed to be a part of his body. He held a cold and shining weapon in each hand, and the weapon seemed to be able to cut through everything in the world. There were also three throwable axes hanging around his waist, which were engraved with mysterious runes and exuded powerful power. His fighting style abandoned defense and focused on attacking. Every swing was full of unstoppable momentum, as if to completely crush the enemy.

Ozma was thinking about the use of spells. He knew that spells would play a vital role in the battle with the dragon. He began to study new spell combinations, trying to find a way to cause the greatest damage to the dragon. Therefore, Ozma had to cast spells to protect Kazan. His spells were like an invisible shield, guarding Kazan tightly. But as time went by, the two of them cooperated more and more tacitly, and Ozma gradually fell in love with this fighting mode. Every cooperation was like a perfect dance, with strength and spells intertwined to form an indestructible force.

Then, they led many little demons to the evil dragon. The evil dragon lived in a huge cave, which was filled with a pungent sulfur smell and the ground was full of burnt marks.

As they approached the cave, the dragon sensed their arrival. It flew out of the cave, spreading its huge wings, blocking out the sky and the sun, and spewing blazing flames from its mouth. The flames were like a huge fire dragon, rushing towards Ozma, Kazan, and the goblins they led.

When the evil dragon saw Ozma, he felt an indescribable sense of oppression. He had experienced this feeling before from his master, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar. He realized that this power came from the apostle, who was at the same level as his master. Although the apostle had not yet awakened, he knew that he was no match for him.

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the evil dragon, but it still roared, trying to use its own strength to fight against this powerful force. It spread its huge wings and spewed blazing flames from its mouth. The flames rushed towards Ozma, Kazan and the goblins they led like a huge torrent.