Rebuilding Terra

They were like a small boat in the river of fate, being pulled by Held's arrangement, which was as fine and ingenious as a spider's silk. They had gone through countless unimaginable difficulties and obstacles along the way. Every step seemed to be on a sharp blade, and every challenge was like a surging wave trying to drown them. However, with their tenacious will and firm belief, they finally broke through the fog, crossed countless obstacles, and stood in front of Luke.

This day seemed to be a mysterious intersection of fate. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The air around was filled with tension and expectation. Thousands of years of careful planning, Herder was like a silent chess player behind the scenes, carefully planning every step; the long patience of pretending to be deaf and dumb was like silently waiting for the dawn in the darkness; the persistence of sleeping on straw and tasting gall, every minute and every second was a test of inner beliefs. And now, success or failure depends on this one move, as if the fate of the whole world hangs on a thread.

Luke, who once had a glorious existence in the long river of time, now stood there like a silent king. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling the glory and splendor of the past. Then, he began to inject all of his vast energy into his body. Although the erosion of time and the grinding of years made his current strength perhaps less than half of what it was before, when that power surged in his body, his majestic figure was still like an emperor descending.

The air was filled with an extremely strong breath of light, so strong that it seemed to have become substantial, and it seemed that water would drip out with a light touch. The breath of light and the source of darkness intertwined and collided with each other, like two majestic yet entangled dragons. They rolled and wrestled in the air, gradually forming a heart-pounding black nightmare. This powerful and strange force was like a heavy yoke, slowly pressing down, making everyone present feel as if they were in an endless abyss. It was difficult to breathe, and every breath seemed to exhaust the whole body's strength; the mind was trembling, and the fear was like a cold venomous snake, slowly crawling in the heart.

Azra, the wise and resolute guardian, stood out from the crowd like a beacon in the darkness. Her clear and resolute eyes shone with light like the brightest stars in the night sky, and each ray of light seemed to carry endless hope and strength. She raised her chin slightly and expressed her willingness to cooperate and protect the apostles in a steady and powerful voice.

"Luke, we can work together to face Held's scheme. Our Violent Hunting Group has always advocated protecting the apostles," Her voice slowly echoed in the oppressive and almost suffocating air. Every word was like a heavy drumbeat, with a convincing and powerful force. That force was like a warm spring breeze, trying to blow away the haze and fear that permeated the air.

Luke looked at Ezra quietly, his eyes initially filled with deep doubt. It was the caution and suspicion after years of vicissitudes, as if he was examining a mystery full of unknowns and variables. His eyes were like a sharp blade, trying to penetrate Ezra's heart, looking for the slightest flaw and falsehood. However, as Ezra's firm and sincere words continued to reach his ears, like a gurgling stream, moistening his dry and wary heart bit by bit. The firm belief and sincere emotions were like warm and dazzling sunshine, slowly falling down, gradually melting the hard ice in his heart.

He began to fall into deep thought, and began to weigh the pros and cons in his heart. His eyes also changed quietly, and the originally questioning eyes gradually became soft, and the hesitation slowly dissipated. In the end, he was moved by Ezra's sincerity. Luke took a deep breath, as if to inhale the firmness and determination in the air, and then nodded slightly, choosing to cooperate with Ezra. He knew that in this ever-changing world, cooperation might be the only way out.

However, just when Luke had just relaxed his vigilance and began to look forward to the bright future of the new cooperation, a sudden change came like a bolt from the blue. Barn, who had been hiding among the crowd like a ghost lurking in the darkness, suddenly broke out at this moment. He was like a deadly venomous snake that suddenly sprang out of the darkness, attacking Luke from behind at an unimaginable speed. His movements were as fast as lightning, like a sharp blade that cut through the darkness, and the long sword in his hand flashed with a cold and dazzling cold light, which was like the gaze of the god of death. With a "puff", the long sword fiercely penetrated Luke's vitals. At that moment, time seemed to stop and the air seemed to solidify.

At that moment, Luke reacted in time with his fighting instincts honed over the years on the brink of life and death. A flash of anger and shock flashed across his eyes, the anger was like a blazing fire, and the shock was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake. A powerful force instantly erupted in his body, like a raging volcano. He roared and slapped Barn with one palm. The force was like a raging wave, carrying endless anger and majesty. Barn was like a fallen leaf swept by a strong wind, and was instantly slapped away, drawing an arc in the air, and falling heavily to the ground. But the fatal sword had already penetrated Luke's body, and the pain at the wound came like a surging tide, wave after wave, impacting his nerves.

Luke looked down at his wound, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart. The energy at the wound was spreading rapidly at an incredible speed. The energy was like a vine growing wildly, quickly spreading throughout his body. The power had a familiar yet strange aura, which filled his heart with doubts. He frowned slightly and felt the energy carefully. Suddenly, he was shocked and realized that it was so similar to the power of the first apostle Kahn. The aura of the power and the unique fluctuations seemed to carry the shadow of Kahn. However, there was no apostle's aura in it, which made him fall into deep confusion and anger. He didn't understand where this power came from and why it was so strange.

Held watched the scene quietly from a distance, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mysterious and complacent smile. That smile seemed like the mockery of a victor, with a kind of satisfaction after success. "It seems to be successful." Her voice seemed to come from the distant sky, ethereal and full of complacency. Her figure was looming in the light and shadow, as if she was the master of this conspiracy, controlling everything. Her eyes flashed with the light of conspiracy success, as if everything was under her control.