Rebuilding Terra

As the discussion at the court deepened like a surging tide, the passionate and combative voices of the war faction gradually gained the upper hand like a blazing flame. Like passionate orators, they passionately expounded on the necessity of going to war against Antun. Every word seemed to carry a fiery power, like a burning spark, igniting the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts. They vividly described the inviolable majesty of the heavens, as if that majesty was a mountain that towered into the clouds and was indestructible.

Their eyes sparkled with a firm belief in future victory, and that belief was like a bright star, illuminating the entire discussion space. In the fierce debate atmosphere, every point of view was like a shining spark, colliding with each other, and bursting out a fierce storm of thoughts. The storm swept the entire court, immersing everyone in fierce thinking and debate.

Finally, after a long and deep deliberation, the princess made a major decision like a decisive decision-maker - to declare war on Antun. Her determined eyes were like a burning flame, hot and bright, and the flame contained endless determination and courage, illuminating the determination of the entire heaven. The princess's majestic voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the court, and every note carried unquestionable power: "For the dignity and security of the heaven, we must declare war on Antun and protect our home. This is our mission and our responsibility." The voice seemed to have magical power, making everyone feel the princess's firmness and determination.

As the decision to start the war came down like a thunderbolt, the princess immediately showed her decisiveness and ability to act. She ordered Peravien without hesitation to devote all her efforts to the development of the magic stone weapon. Peravien knew the heavy responsibility he shouldered, a responsibility as heavy as Mount Tai. His eyes flashed with determination and resolve, as if announcing his determination to the world. He led a group of intelligent and creative scientists to work day and night in the mysterious and technological laboratory.

The laboratory was gleaming with mysterious light, which was like dreamy colors, interweaving together, as if telling the mystery and power of science and technology. Various instruments made a buzzing sound, which was like a unique concert, as if playing a symphony of science and technology and power. Every note carried the wisdom and efforts of scientists, and every beat seemed to be promoting the progress of weapons development.

They were like a group of dedicated explorers, carefully studying the characteristics of the magic stone. Every detail was not missed, and every change was keenly captured by them. They tried to bring the mysterious power contained in the magic stone to the extreme, just like digging an endless treasure and releasing the power in it. In order to achieve an effective attack on Antun, every thought was a breakthrough, and every attempt was a challenge.

Each test is full of challenges and uncertainties, as if they are groping for a way forward in the dark. But they never back down, relying on their tenacious perseverance and wisdom to continuously break through difficulties one after another. They are like fearless warriors, facing difficulties without fear, and moving forward courageously. Every failure is an accumulation of experience, and every setback is an opportunity for growth.

On the other side, Ezra saw that her persuasion was ineffective, and she felt helpless and regretful. The helplessness was like a diffuse cloud, covering her heart and making her feel heavy. The regret was like a gurgling stream, flowing through her heart, making her feel heartbroken. She sighed slightly, and the sigh seemed to carry the vicissitudes of life and helplessness of the years. She turned around and silently returned to the Violent Hunting Group. Her figure seemed a little lonely in the silent air.

In the Violent Hunting Group, a fierce debate was quietly unfolding, like a storm about to erupt. The radical members of the Violent Hunting Group were filled with righteous indignation, and their emotions were like burning flames, hot and fierce. They believed that since the Heaven Realm would not listen to persuasion, they might as well get rid of it. In their eyes, the safety of the apostles was the most important, like an inviolable belief in life. Any existence that threatened the apostles should be eliminated, and their determination was as firm as steel. Their angry eyes flashed with firm determination, as if a storm was about to come and sweep away all obstacles.

After careful consideration, the conservative members actually agreed with the radicals' opinion. Their minds were like deep lake water, and after some waves, they made their own decisions. They also believed that the heavens should be eliminated to protect the apostles. After all, the purpose of the Violent Hunting Group is to protect the apostles, which is an unshakable belief in their hearts. The failure to protect Di Ruiji last time has filled them with regrets and unwillingness, like a deep scar engraved in their hearts. Their trust in the leader Azra began to waver, and they believed that more decisive actions must be taken to prevent the tragedy from happening again.

However, the war faction had a different view. They were like a group of wise men with unique insights, thinking about the problem from another angle. They believed that to solve the problem, Held and Kahn should be eliminated. In their view, as long as these two powerful beings were defeated, everything would be solved, as if a door to victory had been opened. They confidently expounded their plans, and every detail seemed to have been carefully planned, as if victory was just around the corner and within reach.

But the conservatives firmly opposed the views of the war faction. They were like guards who adhered to their principles, guarding their beliefs. They believed that apostles should not hurt each other, and that was a red line that could not be crossed. They firmly believed that as long as the violent search team helped the apostles to kill all other forces that wanted to kill the apostles, then the apostles would naturally not be killed by Held and Kahn. Their voices were steady and firm, with an unquestionable power, like a solid wall, guarding their own views.

Ezra listened to the arguments quietly, her heart filled with worry. The worry was like a heavy dark cloud, covering her heart. She knew that no matter which plan was chosen, the price would be huge, and it would definitely be accompanied by the death of a large number of innocent people. The shadow of death seemed to emerge in her mind, making her feel heartbroken. Her deep eyes flashed with wisdom and kindness, like stars in the night sky, illuminating the road in the darkness. She couldn't just watch such a tragedy happen, and a strong sense of responsibility surged in her heart.

So, relying on her own great strength and firm belief, Ezra began to suppress the suggestions of conservatives and radicals on her own. Her majestic figure stood in front of everyone, like an unshakable mountain, emitting great power and majesty. Her voice was steady and powerful, and every word was full of firm determination: "We can't make such a hasty decision easily. We must find a more peaceful and more appropriate solution." That voice seemed to have magical power, which made everyone fall into contemplation.