Rebuilding Terra

The dark clouds of war were as heavy as lead blocks made of thousands of years of cold iron, weighing heavily and impenetrably on everyone's heart. The dark clouds seemed to have seeped out from the darkness of ancient times, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression, allowing everyone to clearly feel the breath of the coming storm. As the preparations for the war were carried out as intensively as a surging tide, Peravien and his scientific research team, full of wisdom and creativity, worked day and night like a group of tireless magicians.

The weapons of the magic stone are like bright stars that are about to shine in the night sky. They are developed in large quantities with a mysterious and powerful aura. Each weapon of the magic stone is like a mysterious treasure containing endless mysterious power. They lie quietly in the solid and mysterious arsenal. The arsenal is like a mysterious realm sealed by time. Each weapon exudes a heart-pounding aura. The aura is like a mysterious power emanating from the abyss, as if silently narrating the powerful power they are about to show in the battle, as if waiting for the earth-shaking battle moment to come. The mysterious magic stone flows with the light of power in the weapon. The light is like the light flashing in the eyes of a sleeping dragon about to wake up, with a shocking power.

On the other side, Antun was like a silent and powerful ancient beast, silently accumulating strength. Its huge body, like an endless mountain range, seemed to be an endless energy treasure house, and every inch of its skin seemed to be greedily absorbing the energy around it. The energy was like a surging, never-ending tide, pouring into its huge body. It seemed that every drop of energy was adding a powerful force to it. Finally, after a long period of accumulation, it absorbed enough energy and was ready to return to the Demon Realm through the mysterious Silent City to find Held to discuss the matter. Its huge and profound mind was full of in-depth thoughts about this dispute. It seemed that a flame of desire was burning in its heart. It longed for a reasonable explanation and fair treatment. It did not want this unprovoked dispute to continue.

However, at this moment, the heavens, like an enraged giant, launched a crusade against Antun. At that moment, countless dazzling rays of light like meteors seemed to streak across the sky. It was the weapons and power of the heavens that were rushing towards Antun like a tide. Antun raised its huge head and looked at the attack that was coming like a tide. A trace of anger and helplessness flashed in its eyes. The anger was like a burning flame, and the helplessness was like a bottomless lake.

It first released a thick black fog, which spread rapidly at an alarming speed like the strange and evil tentacles of a demon. Wherever the black fog went, everything seemed to fall into endless darkness, as if the whole world was swallowed by darkness. All electronic devices seemed to be cast under a terrible spell the moment they came into contact with the black fog, and all of them failed. The electronic devices seemed to have lost their souls and no longer sent out any signals or light. The magic stone weapons that were originally prepared could not be successfully launched because of the failure of the electronic devices. The weapons that were originally full of power and seemed to be able to destroy everything now lay there quietly like a body without a soul, losing their former majesty and power.

The people in the heavens were suddenly thrown into a panic, and a deep fear and uneasiness surged in their hearts. They realized that investigating and purifying the black fog had become a top priority, otherwise, the battle would not be able to continue, and the power of the heavens would not be able to be exerted. Their eyes were filled with anxiety and worry, as if they were looking for a glimmer of hope.

At this critical moment, Bei Xuan stood up like a fearless warrior. His determined eyes flashed with fearless light, which was like a bright light in the darkness, illuminating the hope in people's hearts. He resolutely decided to climb onto the huge and solid body of Antun to find the source of the black fog. His figure was like a firm belief, shining in the darkness.

When Bei Xuan stepped onto Antun's huge and solid body, he immediately felt a strong sense of oppression like a surging tide. It was the power emanating from Antun, as if warning him not to approach easily. The power was like an invisible barrier, blocking his progress. But Bei Xuan did not retreat at all, his heart was full of firm belief. He explored forward cautiously, and every step was full of vigilance and determination.

After a difficult search that was like crossing an endless desert, Bei Xuan finally discovered that the release of black fog was not the original function of Antun, but came from the Taertan people living on it. These Taertan people seemed to be a mysterious force hidden in the darkness. They seemed to be using the black fog to protect Antun, or they were carrying out some unknown mysterious plan. Their figures were looming in the darkness, as if hiding endless secrets.

After understanding this, Bei Xuan's heart was filled with a determination as firm as steel. He decided to kill the Tartan who released the black fog and stop the black fog from spreading further. His figure was like lightning, shuttling on Antun's back and approaching the target. His speed was so fast that it was hard to predict, like a ray of light that cut through the darkness.

However, the black fog released at this time was too late to dissipate. It still enveloped the entire battlefield, like an inescapable dark cage, hindering the sight and actions of the people in the heavens. Bei Xuan frowned, as if thinking about a difficult puzzle. There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, and suddenly, he had an idea, like a flash of inspiration in the darkness. He asked the people in the heavens for a flamethrower cylinder.

He decided to use the flamethrower cylinder to suck the black fog into it and then take it away. This was an extremely dangerous move. If he was not careful, he might fall into an irreparable situation. But Bei Xuan did not hesitate at all. He had only one belief in his heart, which was to defeat the black fog and restore the light of the battlefield. He held the flamethrower cylinder and began a thrilling contest with the black fog.

The black fog seemed to have its own consciousness, constantly resisting Bei Xuan's power. It was like an enemy as cunning as a fox, trying to escape Bei Xuan's control. It sometimes changed its form, sometimes hid its breath, as if it was fighting a battle of wisdom and strength with Bei Xuan. But Bei Xuan, with his tenacious will like steel and his superb skills like a master craftsman, sucked the black fog into the flamethrower cylinder bit by bit. Every move he made was full of power and skill, as if he was playing a symphony of battle with the black fog.

After a thrilling battle that was like sailing in a storm, Bei Xuan finally defeated the source of the black fog and successfully absorbed it. The darkness that originally permeated the battlefield began to gradually dissipate, just like the darkness before dawn being dispelled by the dawn. The darkness, like a defeated enemy, gradually retreated, revealing the original appearance of the battlefield.