Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

On the battlefield, the figures of Theresis and Theresia kept flashing, and every time they collided, the earth would cause a great vibration.

The surrounding ground was covered with traces of various spells. Yellow sand was constantly blown up, blocking the figures of the two people. There was only the light from the spells and the sparks from the collision of weapons.

Ding!

There was another sound of weapons colliding, and a figure flew backwards with yellow sand, rolled on the ground for a few times, and struggled to stand up.

Tracy took a look at the weapon that was destroyed by his sister with a force that was enough to shatter mountains, and the hand holding the sword was still shaking uncontrollably.

Even though his own magic could heal his wounds quickly, the severe pain in his arms when the weapons collided, and the pressure from the black crown when he faced the demon king, were all so real.

I was like a piece of red-hot iron on an anvil, being constantly beaten by my sister.

The strong wind in the distance blew away the yellow sand, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. The change in weather attracted the attention of both warring parties.

The Messenger of the Disaster made simple measurements and found that this was not a natural disaster, but it did not seem to be a simple meteorological phenomenon either.

The armor on Tresis's body had become riddled with holes, blood constantly oozing out of it. The knuckles of his hands were cracked, only half of the weapon in his hand remained, and the sword was also covered with cracks.

Theresa's combat uniform was also torn in several places. Her waist-length pink hair was flying in the wind, and the black crown on her head was constantly rising and falling.

Looking at Theresa who was walking towards him slowly with a sword in one hand in the distance, Theresis took a deep breath and shouted.

"Theresa, you still don't want to come back with me? The path you have chosen will one day send you to hell."

"Brother, when I chose this path, I knew it would be full of thorns. I will never regret it even if I end up with bruises all over my body."

The two stood face to face on the battlefield again, as if they had returned to Kazdel at that time.

The coalition forces of various countries killed the Demon King and destroyed Kazdel City. Although they were defeated in the end, the war crushed the pride of the Sarkaz and the flame of revenge ignited in the hearts of every Sarkaz.

On the land where the devil king Elesh died, Teresis personally placed the crown on his sister's head and vowed to be the devil's sharpest sword.

But now Theresa herself is the sharpest sword, and her magic has changed from weaving to cutting.

The entire battlefield was covered with invisible lines, and Tracys's defenses were inevitably cut by the sharp lines during the battle, but each time it only scratched his skin, and the lines made up of the spell disappeared without a trace.

It was obvious that every sword she swung carried the force of a mountain, and every blow seemed to crush herself.

Even with the blessing of his ancestors, he would still be knocked away by a sword. He could have won in an instant, but he still held back.

Even if swords are pointed at us, will you still show mercy?

(Actually, Theresa wanted to beat her brother until he gave in.)

"Forgive me, Theresa. This is the last time." Theresa put her hands behind her back and made a gesture of action to the pardoner hiding behind.

At the same time, red blood flames ignited on his body again, he raised the nearly broken sword, slightly bent his knees, kicked his legs, and rushed towards Theresa like a sharp arrow.

The huge shadow behind her also raised a hundred-meter-long sword and stabbed at Theresa.

A large amount of sand and dust was raised under his feet, blocking the light of the Pardoner's spell.

"Be careful, this is my last sword."

Looking at her brother rushing towards her, Theresa's attention was not on him, but on the Pardoner behind the dust.

Her spell threads spread across the entire battlefield, and while she was fighting Tracys, she was observing any movement on the battlefield.

Naturally, they noticed the Pardoner hiding in the back. They thought they were hiding well, but they didn't know they had fallen into the spider web carefully woven by the Demon King.

Theresa sighed softly and waved her hand. The silk threads hidden in the void instantly tied up Theresis and the pardoners.

Of course, the two were treated completely differently. The more Tracy struggled, the tighter the rope became, while the rope that bound the Pardoner cut through his skin, cut his bones and got stuck inside.

Theresa raised the jet-black sword with both hands, and the ancient Sarkaz inscription engraved on the sword lit up.

The black and red beam of light pierced through the thick dark clouds covering the battlefield, and the heavy pressure made everyone present feel a little difficult to breathe.

The Sarkaz soldiers who were still waving their weapons and staffs at their compatriots seemed to have been paused. They stopped fighting at the same time, feeling an inexplicable call and waiting for the Demon King's order.

Just like the first Demon King Fardrifter gave orders to his people after obtaining the Black Crown from the Silver Mountains.

In the last second, the tribesmen were still hunting and eating each other, and in the next second, they began to work together to build Kazdel, the home city of all Tikaz.

Now the crown follows Theresa's will and releases the spell recorded in the deepest part.

Rhode Island Deck

The Blood Demon Lord and Logos, who were in a fierce battle, also stopped their spells, knelt on one knee in the direction of Theresa, and waited for their king's orders.

"I decree in the name of the Demon King - your fighting ends here."

The sword was raised high and swung down, an attack that was powerful enough to shatter mountains and cut a huge wound in the ground. The pardoner, who was tied up by the magic thread and unable to move, was instantly turned into ashes by this attack.

The spell destroyed everything in its path, and cracks appeared in the space it passed through. Finally, a deep pit several hundred meters deep was blasted out at the end of the horizon.

The sharp concept cut off the water veins in the ground, and the pressure of the earth's crust caused the water to spray out along the smooth incision, causing a light rain on the battlefield.

The huge gullies and deep pits on the ground were filled with gushing springs. The sunlight shone through the shattered thick dark clouds, and together with the spray of water mist, formed rainbows on the battlefield.

The sword in Theresa's hand broke into pieces and she gently leaned over to pick up Theresis from the ground, and gently wiped the blood and mud off his face.

"Theresa, you..." Theresis was about to say something when Theresa blocked her mouth with her fingers.

"Brother, you should listen to me this time. The path of the Sarkaz must be paved by all the Sarkaz together."

"it is good......"

The pure spring water buried deep underground washes the hands of every soldier on the battlefield equally, and the burning anger in their hearts is extinguished by gentle murmurs.

I couldn't tell if the water running down my face was rain or tears. Even when I closed my eyes, it still kept flowing down my cheeks.

War can only be a means, not an end, otherwise nothing will be achieved except bringing endless suffering and anger to both sides.

The Doctor stood in front of the huge porthole of the command center, quietly looking at the two siblings who were joining hands again below, and no one knew what he was thinking.

There was the sound of the hatch opening and a green figure walked in.

"Doctor, you are here."

"Kelsey, do you think I am doing the right thing?"

The usually smart and calm doctor is now confused. Theresa takes her to see the sea of flowers in the natural disaster, and hopes that one day the sea of flowers will rush to the top of the mountain, fill the rift valley, bloom all over Kazdel, and bloom all over the earth.

As the one who carries the hope of the former human race, I should have stopped her, but now I am rejoicing in her victory.

Could it be that the "continuation of civilization" has also had an impact on myself?

When did it happen?

Looking at the doctor in front of her who was confused like a child, Kal'tsit gently hugged her.

"Doctor, if it was you in my memory, I would make the same decision as you. So there is no need to be confused, this is fine. We will definitely find a way to realize our dreams, even if the road is full of thorns, you still have us to accompany you."

The doctor lowered his head, two tears flowed from his face hidden under the mask, and he turned around and hugged Kal'tsit tightly.

A slight sobbing sound came out of her pursed mouth.

"Banshee boy, perhaps you are right. The flag of the Tower of Babel really has been raised over the sky of Kazdel City."

The Blood Demon Lord, who was hiding from the rain under the bridge with Logos, suddenly spoke.

"What did you say?"

Although the two were taking shelter under the same roof, they were far apart.

Logos disliked the strange smell of blood on the Blood Demon Lord, and the Blood Demon Lord disliked Logos' sharp mouth.

The Blood Demon Lord didn't like to speak loudly, and Logos only heard him mumbling something about the city of Kazdel.

Logos, who didn't hear the content clearly, wanted him to say it again. The Blood Demon Lord didn't say anything, but just raised his chin slightly, indicating that he should look to the left.

A mountain range floats in the sky.

No, it was the Kazdel City that Roy was carrying that appeared on the horizon.

The furnace in the center of the city no longer belched out black smoke, but just burned quietly. The flag of the Tower of Babel fluttered above the furnace, and Logos suddenly waved in the direction of the city.

"Banshee boy, what's wrong with you?" The Blood Demon Lord asked curiously when he saw Logos suddenly waving at him inexplicably.

"You wouldn't understand."

"cut!"

The Blood Demon Lord turned his head and let out a "cool hum".

The Banshee Lord standing by the furnace lowered her waving hands and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Logos was okay.

I felt that the spell on Logos' robe had been triggered, and I was worried that he might be in danger. Now that I see that he is safe, I can finally put my mind at ease.

"It seems that I really need to "thank" you, Dukare..."

Theresa on the battlefield also sensed Roy's approach and turned to look in his direction. When she saw the city flying towards her, she opened her mouth wide.

"What's wrong?"

Tracy looked at it with a puzzled look on his face. He was so shocked by the scene that he was speechless.

Many Sarkaz who were watching Her Highness Theresa closely turned their heads to look, and the battlefield was filled with the sound of "Sarkaz curses".

Roy found an empty place in the city to put it down. Just as he was about to look for Theresa, he found that she was standing quietly not far away. She had her hands folded in front of her, and behind her stood Babel Tower and members of the Military Committee.

Roy saw Kal'tsit, the Doctor, Ascalon, Shining, Nightingale, Blood Demon Lord, Manfred...

There was still a gap between them, but now they were standing together.

"Come on, His Highness is waiting for you."

The Banshee Lord patted Roy's shoulder from behind, signaling him to hurry forward, and he led the Banshees to look for Logos.

Roy slowly walked up to Theresa and gently pulled up her hands that were folded in front of her.

Click!

Tracy, who was standing at the rear of the Military Committee, broke several of his back teeth when he saw this scene.

"Theresa, I'm back."

"Um"

"You said you wanted to return to Kazdel City, so I brought it here..."

"Are you okay?" Roy was about to continue speaking when he was interrupted by Theresa's concerned words.

"I...I'm fine, but you...are you not hurt?"

Roy looked at the blood stains on Theresa's body and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, these belong to my brother. He can't beat me."

The few remaining back teeth of Tracy behind him were also bitten to pieces.

"Theresa, before I leave, do you still count what you said?"

Roy asked tentatively, he was full of expectations for Theresa's craftsmanship.

Theresa glanced at Roy's tattered clothes and nodded.

"Of course it counts, just wait."

"it is good."

......

The civil war is over, Babel, led by Theresa, has won, and Kazdel will usher in a new era.

This is not the era of a part of the Sarkaz, but the era of all the Sarkaz. It is our era.

——Kazdale Elementary School History Book