Rebuilding Terra

In the quiet village that was about to be swept by the storm, the atmosphere was like frozen ice, so heavy and tense that it was almost impossible to breathe. The village chief, the old man whose face had been carved with countless traces of vicissitudes by the years, now showed a resolute look on his weather-beaten face. His turbid but firm eyes were fixed on the faintly visible invading enemies outside the village. He knew very well that those so-called "messengers of justice" who came aggressively and threatened to destroy the village must not be allowed to succeed. The village chief clenched his fists, and the joints of his palms that had become rough due to the years turned white. He secretly made a firm decision in his heart - those who dared to invade here must be kept here forever. Because he understood that this was no longer an ordinary conflict, but a battle for the survival of the entire village. There was no way out. Behind them were the homes where their ancestors had lived for generations and those innocent villagers.

In the distant heaven, in the magnificent and solemn palace, a fierce debate was in full swing. After learning that the heaven was about to attack Direji, Ezra, this brave and wise woman, showed up in the heaven without any hesitation. She stood quietly in the grand palace hall, facing the princess. Her eyes were full of determination and sincerity, like two burning flames, trying to illuminate the confusion and doubts in the princess' heart.

"You are no match for Direji, and Direji probably has no ill intentions. He can't do anything about the area around him. Direji had no choice but to turn the villagers into monsters in order to keep them alive." Azra said anxiously, her voice echoing in the palace, and every word was filled with her insistence on the truth and her desire for peace. She hoped that the princess could understand Direji's helplessness and the kindness in his heart.

The princess, a woman with a beautiful and stern face, showed a hint of hesitation after hearing Ezra's words. Her eyes, bright as stars but full of complex emotions, flickered slightly, but soon, the hesitation was replaced by determination. "Maybe you are right, but Di Ruiji's existence itself is a problem. As long as he moves to another place to live, millions of human beings will die. Can you ensure that Di Ruiji will never move to another place in his life? We can't tolerate this uncertain bomb staying here." The princess' voice was firm and powerful, and her worries were not unreasonable. After all, the heavens shouldered the responsibility of protecting the human race.

Ezra took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and continued to explain: "We can drive him away or protect him. We don't have to kill him. I know you don't believe what I say, but if all the apostles died, it would really cause bigger problems. Don't let Held use you." Her eyes were full of worry about possible crises in the future. She knew very well that there was some kind of mysterious connection between the apostles. Once one of the apostles died, it might trigger a series of unpredictable chain reactions.

The princess frowned slightly and fell into a brief thought. After a moment, she slowly said, "At least for now, what Held said is more realistic for us." Although she was a little shaken in her heart, Held's long-term influence in the heavens and the future vision she described made the princess inclined to it.

Ezra did not give up. She continued to persuade: "Held has the ability to interfere with the influence of the poisonous fog, but she did not give you this device. He does not care about your life or death at all." She tried to reveal Held's true purpose behind it and let the princess see Held's true face.

After hearing this, the princess asked back: "Helder can interfere with the influence of the poisonous fog, can you do it?" There was a hint of doubt and expectation in her eyes.

Ezra answered without hesitation, "I can do it, too." Her voice was firm and confident, as if giving people a sense of reassurance.

There was a hint of surprise in the princess' eyes, and then she asked, "Then will you give us that device? Aren't you the same as Held?" Her heart was full of contradictions. She wanted to get a device that could solve the problem, but she also doubted Ezra's motives.

Azra was in a dilemma. She knew that this decision was crucial and concerned the fate of many people. Her heart seemed to be pulled by two forces, one was to protect Di Ruiji, and the other was to consider the heavens and the human race. After hesitating for a long time, she finally gritted her teeth and said, "I believe Di Ruiji doesn't want to cause large-scale deaths. I can give you the device."

The princess was shocked. Her eyes widened with confusion. "Aren't you going to protect the apostles? Why did you give it to us?" She couldn't understand Ezra's sudden change.

Ezra took a deep breath and said slowly: "I respect your choice. It is my job to protect the apostles. I really shouldn't force you not to kill the apostles. Since you insist on killing the apostles, although I can use the technology of the spacecraft to forcibly protect Di Ruiji, I shouldn't stop you since you have determined your direction. You are right, your lives are also lives."

Ezra went on to say, "Perhaps Direji is not living happily, but his immortal body makes him unable to die. I will respect your choice, but I will not give up my idea when you attack Direji. I will continue to persuade you not to kill Direji."

Afterwards, Ezra returned to the Violent Hunting Group. In the mysterious base of the organization, she told everyone that the Celestial Realm was going to attack Direji. Her voice echoed in the empty hall, and every word was like a stone thrown into a lake, stirring up waves in everyone's hearts. She also made her attitude clear to everyone, but no matter whether it was the conservatives who advocated protecting the apostles or the radicals who advocated killing Held and Kahn, they could not understand Ezra's decision. The conservatives believed that she should not give in easily, while the radicals felt that her attitude was not firm enough.

They all had opinions and dissatisfaction with Azra, and the atmosphere in the organization became extremely tense and complicated. But Azra knew that she had to stick to her beliefs and find a balance in this complicated situation, so as to protect Di Ruiji and minimize the conflicts and losses of all parties. She stood there quietly, looking into the distance with a firm gaze, as if thinking about the next move and response strategy.