Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

"Is it done?" Fan Wei watched the twelve elders turn into ashes, and the clock tower in the city rang out again with magnificent bells that echoed throughout the city.

Flocks of birds flew across the sky overhead, flying densely into the distance. Time seemed to jump from noon to sunset, transitioning from golden yellow to a burning orange-red.

"We have to go back and complete the final decision." Westin and Majirus both realized that things were about to come to an end.

"In fact, no matter what the answer is, we have accepted it. We just hope that you and Miss Clara can return safely, Misr."

"Don't be so pessimistic. As long as the matter in the maze can be resolved, there is hope. We must believe in the power of the Supreme Light. He can bring souls out of the underworld."

Fan Wei smiled and comforted the two adventurers, then turned to look at the Line-13s who were standing in place and looking up at the distant sky.

"Thank you. No matter what the outcome is, I hope the Void Man has realized his wish to return home. Now someone knows your legend again."

He held the hand that Xing-13 silently handed to him, and when he saw this indifferent tall man, he slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

"I'll remember you too, Mr. Fan. You're right. No matter what the outcome is, I've seen in you what I've been searching for."

“Even if the world solidifies into a lump of rock, there will always be magma that breaks free and brings change.”

“I hope the will to freedom will always rise like a spark.”

Line-13 let go of Fan Wei's hand and handed a chip to him. A line of information was projected onto his retina along with the light. "Please remember this secret message. If one day you can find the clues we left behind, perhaps it can help you."

It was a string of combined numbers, and Fan Weimo memorized it by reciting it twice.

"Goodbye, future friends." All the Line-13 spoke together and withdrew from the Administration Institute in an orderly and swift manner. They seemed to have unfinished goals and rushed straight to the city gate boundary.

"Let's go back too." Westin said as he looked at the people around him who were kneeling down and worshiping towards the temple.

The four of them walked in the rich dusk, quickly heading towards the magnificent palace on the square. They looked up at the dim sky, which was abnormally red at this moment, and the clouds were circling in the sky like ribbons, like an abyss hanging in the sky.

After returning to the main hall and taking their seats, the eleven elders held their final meeting to make their final decision.

"We propose to grant a new elder seat to Miss Clara!"

After the words were spoken, the stone statue with a human head descended in a red light and spoke dully, "All elders, please raise your hands to vote."

"I agree." An adventurer shouted excitedly, impatiently.

"I agree." Some people sounded lost, as if they were about to wake up from a dream.

"I agree." Westin said.

"I agree." Majirus said.

......

"I agree." Fan Wei finally spoke.

"Eleven people agree, the resolution is passed, and the candidate is appointed as the twelfth elder." The voice fell slowly, and Clara put on the same elder robe as Fan Wei and the others.

She sat next to Fan Wei, and the long table was now full.

"Finally..." Amid the roaring bells, the old man who had been kneeling in front of the statue praying stood up and spoke.

"The old haze has dissipated, and the image of arrogance has returned. After the twelve bells ring, Goddess! Have you remembered your own death?"

The hall began to shake, as if a strong wind was blowing up the earth. The ceiling broke and rose up, revealing the whole scene of the sky.

The dome shattered, and in the blood-stained dusk, an indescribable huge figure fell down, covering the sky and the sun.

Countless lightning bolts spanning thousands of meters, carrying their dying fate, lingered in His hair. One after another, huge black starships were broken into pieces by the invisible gale and fell down. Large balls of destructive fire erupted, and the clouds were burned dry and evaporated.

This devastating scene left everyone who looked up stunned.

But what frightened people the most was the blurry darkness above the sky. The abnormal, twisting and sticky posture made everyone feel an inexplicable shudder running through their body.

The whole world shook, like a picture about to shatter.

"Hurry, everyone! Tell me your names!" Fan Wei remembered the key thing and shouted quickly.

The adventurers spoke up quickly one after another, calling out all the names one after another.

Fan Wei tried his best to remember everything, and then in his constantly shaking vision, he saw everything being engulfed by the exploding thunder and flames! When he woke up, he was looking into a pair of purple eyes staring at him.

"Huh...Erin~"

After letting out a long sigh, Fan Wei grinned, quickly stood up, took out a notebook, and wrote his name quickly, as he was afraid he would forget it.

Clara leaned over his shoulder and whispered to help him fill in the gaps in his memory.

"What happened to you? You look so pale." Irene touched Fan Wei's sweaty hair and asked with a sigh of relief.

"Hey, don't say that the scene just now was too..." Fan Wei, who was smiling and opening his mouth, was suddenly stunned. He had a very shocking word that he was about to say, but he couldn't remember it. He scratched the back of his head in distress.

"Clara, do you remember?"

He turned his head and asked the girl with deep eyes, but saw that she also shook her head gently, as if it was all a dream, and the only thing left seemed to be the sound of the bells still echoing in the city.

"Let me think, the Twelve Elders, Xima Luo, the Void Man, Xing-13, the number he gave me, and the ten trapped adventurers, that's all."

Letting go of his hands that were covering his head, Fan Wei said dejectedly, How could I have forgotten everything?

"Forget it, if you can't remember it, forget it." Irene patted his shoulder, "Maybe you succeeded in meeting the goddess, but Her deleted your memory."

"Maybe..."

Fan Wei wanted to think about it again, but he saw a flash of blue-white light, illuminating the small room where they were staying. Looking up from the window, he saw a swarm of thunder insects in the sky emitting strong lightning.

Countless thick and long lightning bolts like cracks swept towards the tornado vortex in the center of the dark clouds, lighting up a thunder tree on the horizon!

Pitch-black insects fell like raindrops, without a trace of light, as if they had completely exhausted their energy.

In Fan Wei's eyes, the purple light in their bodies disappeared.

"What's going on? There are too many of them. Are they jumping into the sea like lemmings?" Fan Wei recalled the fabricated biological rumors he had seen before.

But the thunder bugs are most likely not committing suicide, but are very likely carrying out the ultimate purpose of their survival.

"Let's go, we don't have much time. Hopefully we can find those Nether Flowers before the storm destroys everything." Calling upon her companions who had taken a short rest, Irene stood up and called out.

Now is not the time to slow down. A sense of urgency surrounds everyone.

Everyone packed up their belongings, but Julie, who had been sitting on her knees, was a little slow, as if she was thinking about something.

"What's the matter, Miss Julie? Is there anything I can do for you?" The white-haired Di Matthew stroked his hair and looked at the pastor lady with his blue eyes slanted in a charming manner.

"I was thinking about the language I heard that original malice speak earlier."

Julier, who had always spoken in a leisurely tone, spoke with a hint of solemnity this time, "I seem to have heard of it in the knowledge imparted in the Mother Goddess Temple."

"It seems to be a language from the mythical age."

Di Matthew was stunned for a moment, and stood in awe. "Ms. Julie, you are so knowledgeable! Um... can I have the audacity to invite you to the restaurant for dinner?"

Mr. Swordsman bent down, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his eyes.

"Well...Mr. Di Matthew." The pastor lady hesitated, "Thank you for your kindness...I know you are a very good person..."

"but..."

"Hey! Di Matthew, Miss Julie, we're leaving!" Andrew shouted at the door, "Follow the team!"

The sudden interruption of the voice interrupted the awkward atmosphere between the two.

Julie nodded, stood up and bowed slightly, then quickened her pace and left, leaving Di Matthew standing there in a daze.

"Was he rejected? Damn it, how can I go to Fan's restaurant to eat for free? Should I ask Andrew? No, that ungrateful guy will definitely not pay the bill. Even the kind-hearted Miss Julie rejected him!"

Tears of loss flashed in the eyes of the white-haired swordsman, "Poverty... is the greatest sorrow in the world."

People do not share the same joys and sorrows. Tonight, there is another sad man in this maze.