Rebuilding Terra

In the solemn and dignified heavenly palace, the voices of the war faction rang out like a surging tide, and every note seemed to carry a blazing flame, ready to set the entire palace ablaze. They stood there, their eyes burning with flames as hot as a raging fire, and that flame seemed to be the external manifestation of their firm inner beliefs.

A general who advocated war spoke passionately like a majestic god of war. His resonant voice was like a huge bell, constantly echoing in the hall, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force. "If we withdraw our troops now, we will be sorry for the people of the heavens who died in this battle!" He shouted loudly, his voice full of grief and determination. "Our compatriots used their precious lives to pave the way for us to fight. It is a road full of blood and courage. How can we give up? We can't let their sacrifice become meaningless. Moreover, no one can guarantee that Antun will not come back. Its threat is like a sword hanging over our heads. That sword may fall mercilessly at any time, bringing us a devastating disaster." His words echoed in the hall, making everyone fall into deep thought.

Everyone listened to the words of the generals who advocated war and fell into deep thought. They stood there quietly, each of them showing a solemn expression, as if covered by a thick layer of dark clouds. In that solemn expression, there was both worry about the war and confusion about the future.

The princess sat quietly on the gorgeous and majestic throne, like a sacred statue. Her beautiful and majestic face was full of thought, like a painting full of wisdom and thinking. Her star-like eyes narrowed slightly, and she listened quietly to the advice of the war faction. Her heart was like a turbulent sea, repeatedly weighing the pros and cons. Every weighing of pros and cons seemed to be a fierce contest on the scale in her heart.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the entire palace was immersed in silence, with only the sound of the princess's gentle breathing and her intense inner thoughts. Finally, after a long period of thinking and weighing, she made a decision.

"We will launch an attack on Antun." The princess's firm and powerful voice rang out in the hall, like the sound of a war drum, and every note was full of strength and determination. The voice seemed to have magical power, instantly breaking the silence in the hall, announcing the start of the battle again. She knew the heaviness of this decision, a responsibility as heavy as Mount Tai. But for the future of the heavens, for those who had heroically sacrificed for the heavens, she had to do this. There was a firm light in her eyes, and that light seemed to be a beacon that illuminated the way forward.

After receiving the order, Bei Xuan took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all his strength and courage into his body. He once again embarked on the challenging journey, a road full of unknowns and dangers. In his heart, he was determined to fight, and that determination was as hard as steel and unshakable; but he also had a little worry about the unknown, and that worry was like a faint smoke, lingering in his heart.

When he came to Antun's huge body like a mountain again, a strong sense of oppression like a surging tide came over him. The oppression was like an invisible big hand, tightly strangling his throat, making him almost unable to breathe.

He walked towards Agnes step by step, each step seemed to be full of endless determination. His eyes flashed with a determined light, which was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating his way forward. When Agnes saw Bei Xuan coming, a complicated expression appeared on her face, which showed both helplessness and admiration.

"Why are you so persistent?" Agnes sighed, with a hint of helplessness and regret in her voice. "We are just fighting for survival, and we have our own helplessness and difficulties." Her voice echoed in the air, with a deep sense of helplessness.

Bei Xuan did not answer, he just silently raised the weapon in his hand that was flashing with cold light. The battle broke out like a storm in an instant, Bei Xuan displayed his unique skills, and every move and style was as powerful as a raging flood. His figure shuttled through the air like lightning, and every move was full of power and skill. Agnes was not to be outdone, she used her own abilities, like a mysterious magician, and started a fierce contest with Bei Xuan.

The sword light and magic light intertwined and flickered in the air, like a colorful fireworks display. Every collision triggered a strong energy wave like a storm, which impacted everything around, as if to involve the whole world. Bei Xuan gradually gained the upper hand with his tenacious will like steel and superb skills like a master craftsman. His eyes flashed with a firm light, as if telling his opponent that he would not give up easily. Finally, after a fierce confrontation, he successfully defeated Agnes.

At the same time, the magic stone weapons of the heavens also began to move. Those weapons containing mysterious power were like angry dragons, with endless anger and power, launching a fierce attack on Antun's leg joints. Rays of light streaked across the sky like meteors, hitting Antun's legs with destructive power. Antun let out an angry roar, and the roar seemed to be able to penetrate the sky and shake the whole world. It tried to resist these attacks, but in the face of such powerful force, it seemed a little powerless.

Finally, after a fierce attack, Antun injured his leg and temporarily lost his ability to move. His huge body trembled slightly, as if he was in great pain. Every tremor was like the shaking of the earth, shaking everything around him.