Rebuilding Terra

In that mysterious and majestic heaven, it seemed to be shrouded by a mysterious halo like a dream, and every corner exuded an awe-inspiring atmosphere. Bakar was like a lonely and arrogant king, standing high on the top of his magnificent palace. The palace was like a towering mountain, towering into the clouds, exuding endless majesty and solemnity. The walls of the palace were carved with mysterious runes and patterns, as if telling ancient legends and stories.

Bakar stood there quietly, his figure like an unshakable sculpture. The breeze blew gently, blowing the corners of his clothes, but it could not shake his firm posture. He raised his head slightly, his eyes were deep and sharp, like two mysterious rays that could penetrate endless time and space. Those eyes seemed to contain endless wisdom and deep thinking, and every glance seemed to interpret the mysteries of all things in the world.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his thoughts drifted to the distant past like flying snowflakes. Recalling the long and complicated entanglement between himself and Held, countless complex emotions surged in Bakar's heart. The story between them seemed like a magnificent epic, full of conspiracy, calculation and struggle.

Held, the woman full of scheming and strategy, her figure is like a shadow hidden behind the scenes. Every action of hers is full of mystery and unknown, making it difficult to grasp. Bakar knows Held's unfathomable mind. She is like a ghost hidden in the darkness, and every action is full of mystery and unknown. Her conspiracy is like an invisible net, silently covering the entire heaven, making it difficult for people to detect. And her terrible conspiracy is like a bottomless black hole, which may swallow up the entire heaven at any time.

Bakar remembered that during those long years, Held had always manipulated everything in secret. Her methods were clever and secretive, making it hard to guard against them. From the initial acquaintance to the subsequent struggle, every scene flashed through his mind like a movie. Those contests full of wisdom and courage, those thrilling moments, were all fresh in his memory.

This time, Bakar thought he was ahead of Held. He felt an indescribable pride in his heart, like a warrior who had defeated a powerful opponent. He successfully stopped Held's plan to kill him in advance. It was a thrilling contest, full of the collision of wisdom and courage.

When he realized that he had won this victory, the joy in his heart was like a surging tide, and it was difficult to suppress it. "Fate, haha, fate is just like this," Bakar laughed with his head raised. The laughter was loud and heroic, echoing throughout the heavens, like thunder. Every note seemed to carry a powerful force, as if announcing his victory to the whole world. His laughter was full of confidence and pride, as if telling the world that he would not be easily controlled by fate.

However, Bakar knew that his victory was only temporary. Held would not give up and would definitely plot a new conspiracy again. But Bakar was not afraid and was ready to meet the challenge.

Bakar knew that he would be killed by those who resisted his rule one day. After all, his rule was harsh and tough, as unshakable as steel. Under his rule, the order of the heavens was maintained, but it also caused countless dissatisfaction and resistance. Those dissatisfied voices were like surging waves, constantly impacting his rule.

Although his ruling methods are harsh, he has his own reasons. He is well aware of the crisis facing the heavens, and he knows that only through tough measures can the heavens survive in this crisis-ridden world. His heart is full of worries and responsibilities for the future of the heavens. Everything he does is to hone a blade that is stronger than the Held Plan.

When he thought that these people would eventually defeat Held and Kahn after being trained step by step by him, he felt extremely satisfied. In his mind, this was like a carefully planned chess game. He was the chess player, controlling every step calmly and rationally. The entire heaven was his chessboard, and everyone was a chess piece on his chessboard.

He carefully arranged each chess piece and guided them in the direction he desired. Although he might be "sacrificed" in this game of chess, as long as the heavens could be freed from Held's conspiracy, everything would be worth it. His heart was filled with a selfless spirit of dedication, like a warrior who would sacrifice everything for his ideal.

Although the once sensational Gaiboga Project failed, the mechanical civilization of the heavens continued to develop. Just like the grass that was crushed by a boulder, it still grows tenaciously despite setbacks. The gears of the machinery are constantly turning, making crisp sounds, as if playing a piece of technological music. The sparks of technology are constantly shining, like the bright stars in the night sky, illuminating the future of the heavens.

The Gaiboga Project was a project full of dreams and hopes. The seven mechanical war gods put in countless efforts and hard work for this project. They had a vision for the future and tried to change the fate of the heavens through the power of technology. However, the plan ultimately failed.

But failure did not make the people in heaven give up. They learned lessons from failure and continued to improve and innovate. The gears of the machinery are still turning, and the flame of science and technology is still burning. Every new invention, every new breakthrough, is like a seed of hope, taking root and sprouting in the land of heaven.

It is because of the desperate struggle of the predecessors that the later generations ignited the passion for revenge. That passion is like a blazing flame, burning in everyone's heart. They remembered the sacrifices and efforts of their predecessors and buried the belief in revenge deep in their hearts. Hundreds of years later, several groups of warriors appeared. They came from all corners of the heavens, carrying different dreams and beliefs. Some were brave and fearless, some were extremely wise, and some were tenacious.

However, none of these warriors could satisfy Bakar. Perhaps they were lacking in strength, wisdom, or faith. Bakar stood on the top of the palace, quietly observing their every move. His eyes were full of expectation and criticism. He hoped to find the one who could truly change the fate of the heavens.

Every time a group of warriors appeared, he felt a glimmer of hope, but it was soon replaced by disappointment. He knew that the future of the heavens would require more efforts and waiting.