Rebuilding Terra

In the mysterious and majestic heaven, it seemed as if it was gently shrouded by a layer of mysterious halo, and every corner was quietly filled with a unique atmosphere of tension and oppression. On this day, it was as if the huge and mysterious gear of fate began to slowly turn for the final time, making a deep and shocking sound. The entire heaven seemed to be caught in an unprecedented violent storm in an instant. The storm was like a surging wave, violently impacting every person and every inch of land with overwhelming force.

All the forces in the heavens, those forces that had fought fiercely and suspected each other in the past, unexpectedly worked together and united closely at this moment. Their hearts seemed to be burning with an extremely hot fire, which was an endless desire for freedom and a persistent adherence to changing their destiny, just like a scorching flame that was difficult to extinguish and burned more and more vigorously.

From every narrow alley to the wide streets in the city, from the top of every tall building to the deep basement, from the howling wind on the top of the mountain to the quiet and deep darkness in the deep canyon, the forces from all sides quickly gathered from all directions like a surging tide, with indomitable determination and fearless courage, and launched a fierce attack on Bakar from all directions like a raging torrent.

In the city, the flames of war were everywhere, and there were blazing fires everywhere. The flames were like a group of crazy and rampant beasts, licking everything around them wantonly. Under the ruthless devouring of the flames, the buildings made low groans of pain, and the sound was like an extremely tragic elegy, as if they were shouting at the top of their lungs to tell the extreme cruelty of this war.

The miserable wailing continued to echo in the air, and the sound was like an extremely sharp arrow, piercing people's eardrums. It was the painful screams of the injured, and their deep fear and helplessness of war. Such battles have been staged many times in the long and tortuous history of the heavens. Each time it was like a thrilling storm, sweeping across the heavens with a devastating force, shaking the whole world.

Every time Bakar took action himself, his terrifying power was like a surging tsunami, with a heart-pounding destructive force that could ruthlessly suppress the resistance in an instant. That power was like a huge hand that covered the sky and the sun, easily crushing all resistance. Within a few days, the rebellion was like a weak flame swept by a strong wind, and it would be quickly quelled, as if all the previous resistance was just a futile struggle.

However, this time, the situation has changed dramatically. Bakar stood quietly on the towering terrace of the palace. His figure was tall and majestic, like an indestructible majestic mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression. His deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate endless time and space. He looked into the distance quietly, and his eyes seemed to contain countless mysterious secrets and touching stories.

The breeze gently blew the corners of his clothes, and the corners of his clothes fluttered slightly in the wind, but he didn't care at all, as if nothing in the world could disturb his deep thoughts. Suddenly, his eyes focused slightly, like two sharp lightning bolts, because he saw Held slowly walking out of the mysterious dimensional crack.

Held's figure was like a ghost quietly emerging from the dark abyss, with a mysterious and strange unique aura. She walked slowly step by step, and each step seemed to carry endless meaning, as if each step was stepping on the mysterious strings of fate. Bakar stared at her quietly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint, slightly sarcastic smile, and then slowly said: "You are so impatient to do it, and the gadgets created by those people are not enough to kill me." His voice was steady and powerful, like a heavy bell echoing in the air, with an unquestionable strong confidence, as if everything was under his control.

Bakar's eyes slowly moved away from Held and noticed a group of mysterious people following behind her. These people were dressed strangely. Some wore gorgeous and mysterious clothes, which shone with mysterious and dazzling light and exuded a strong and suffocating aura; some wore very simple clothes, but their eyes revealed incomparable firmness and determination, as if nothing could shake their beliefs. Some of them did not look like people from heaven at all, as if they came from a distant and unfamiliar mysterious world, with an indescribable mysterious aura.

Held raised her chin slightly, with a faint smile on her lips, which seemed to hide countless secrets and conspiracies. Her eyes were deep and mysterious, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, elusive. She said slowly: "Maybe the people in the heavens now can't defeat you, but what if it's someone from the future?" Her voice echoed gently in the air, as if it carried a mysterious magic, which was like an invisible thread, quietly entwined in everyone's heart.

The group behind Held took a step forward slowly, their eyes fixed on Bakar, as if they wanted to see through his soul. One of them said in a firm and powerful voice: "Yes, Bakar, we are from the future, and in our history, you will die today." Their voices were firm and powerful, full of confidence, as if fate had already determined Bakar's end.