Rebuilding Terra

Bakar stood quietly in front of the brand new and mysterious building. The shock in his heart was like a surging wave, constantly rolling and crashing, unable to calm down for a long time. The appearance of those creatures, like extremely sharp thorns, pierced deeply into his mind with an extremely sharp posture, as if leaving an indelible mark in the depths of his memory. His eyes were fixed on those pictures, and every detail was presented in front of him clearly.

He recognized very clearly that those creatures were actually the other apostles. And the scenes carefully depicted in these pictures seemed to be the moment of their death without exception. The miserable and desperate scene, like a terrible nightmare, kept appearing in front of his eyes, making his heart tremble involuntarily, as if a chill rose from the depths of his heart and instantly spread throughout his body.

Although there was no solid evidence to prove that the dragon howling in the blazing flames was himself, at this moment, Bakar found that he could not completely separate himself from the dragon. An extremely strange intuition, like an invisible rope, tightly connected him to the dragon with an irresistible force.

He was so shocked that he seemed to have lost all ability to speak. His mouth was slightly open as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. It was as if the whole world was plunged into deathly silence at this moment. There was not a sound, only the heart-wrenching silence.

This is undoubtedly Luke's building, and these mysterious patterns are undoubtedly a silent warning to him. Bakal's thoughts at this time are like fallen leaves drifting in the wind, chaotic and complicated. He gradually began to realize that Held brought these so-called apostles to the demon world. Behind the seemingly ordinary things, there must be a real purpose that is unknown to people. Various speculations and questions kept flashing through his mind. Those thoughts were like a tangled mess that could not be untied, intertwined and entangled with each other, making him feel extremely confused and bewildered.

Bakar suddenly realized that Luke was not dumb at all. He had been pretending to be deaf and dumb all this time. There must be some hidden reasons behind his long silence. He was trying to cleverly avoid the responsibilities he should have taken and the problems that might put him in endless trouble. Under this seemingly calm appearance, Luke had been secretly preparing his own plan. Bakar understood instantly that it was meaningless to question Luke further, because Luke would never reveal more information to him. He knew that he had to rely on his own strength to try to solve this strange and mysterious mystery.

First of all, Bakar resolutely decided to thoroughly understand what kind of place the Demon Realm was. He seemed to have transformed into a tireless explorer and resolutely began his own journey. He was like a traveler traveling through a time tunnel, shuttling back and forth in the criss-crossing streets and alleys of the Demon Realm.

He went through all the libraries, not missing any corner that might hold clues. Those ancient and mysterious libraries were like huge treasure houses that hid endless secrets, exuding a mysterious and alluring atmosphere. The bookshelves were filled with thick books, which seemed to be precious heritage left by the years. Each book seemed to be silently telling an ancient story that had been covered by the years, waiting for someone to uncover the mysterious veil.

Bakar kept shuttling back and forth between the densely packed bookshelves in the library. His eyes were like a beam of extremely sharp light, and with a strong desire to explore, he carefully scanned the cover and title of each book. He did not miss any clues that might be related to the demon world, like a persistent treasure hunter. His fingers gently brushed over the yellowed pages, and the gentle movement seemed to be touching the ancient historical veins of the demon world, trying to feel the mysterious power that had been accumulated over the years.

In addition to those mysterious libraries, Bakar also took the initiative to ask the natives of the demon world. Those natives have different appearances. Some have extremely vicissitudes of life, as if they have witnessed the changes of the demon world for countless years. Every wrinkle on their faces seems to be telling an ancient history; some have mysterious lights flashing in their eyes, as if they are hiding unknown secrets, which makes people want to find out. Bakar patiently talked with them, like a humble student, quietly listening to the stories and legends they told. Those stories and legends are like keys that may be able to open the door to the secrets of the demon world.

Whether it was those precious documents, detailed information, or those vague and hard-to-distinguish rumors, Bakar never let go easily. He was like an extremely hungry scholar, with a strong desire, greedily absorbing all information related to the demon world. Even the prophecy book of the innovation century that only Held knew was collected by him with great effort. Every word in the prophecy book seemed to be a unique key, trying to open the mysterious door to the secrets of the demon world and lead him to the other side of the truth.

When there was electricity in the demon world, Bakar would always rush to the wall and carefully check if there were any new patterns. Every time he saw the new patterns, his heart would surge with uncontrollable waves, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake. Those patterns seemed to be mysterious symbols, with a mysterious power, silently telling him some incomprehensible information, as if sending him a silent invitation, inviting him to unlock the secrets hidden behind.

As time passed quietly like flowing water, Bakar also saw the images of the fate of many apostles one after another. Those images were like cruel paintings, showing in front of his eyes in an extremely shocking way. Without exception, they all went to death. The tragic scene filled Bakar's heart with heavy pressure, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart. However, in these images, only two people, Held and Kahn, did not appear.

This made Bakar's doubts even more intense and even more puzzled. What roles did Held and Kahn play behind all this? What kind of intricate connection do they have with the fate of these apostles? Bakar's heart was filled with all kinds of questions, and those questions were like notes that kept beating, playing a piece of music full of doubts in his mind. He knew deeply that he had to continue to explore in depth to find the answer hidden in the darkness.