Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

"Ah--!!" A scream from the residential area marked the beginning of the chaos.

Countless thunder bugs crawled onto the streets from underground and swept over the rooftops like rolling dark clouds.

They drilled into the door cracks and window frames, and the chaotic electric current pierced through the houses, taking away one life after another.

A kind of silver-patterned thunder insect that had never been seen before was mixed in. It flew to the dead and sucked the rising souls, and like a bee collecting pollen, it carried it on its body and went to the door of the maze.

Great panic and escape spread everywhere, and people rushed to escape.

On the top floor of the Sage Tower, a three-story platform covered with silver-black metal patterns stood on the edge of a floor as clear as the night sky. Under the wall that gave people a sense of oppression, sat a slightly petite figure.

"Lurking underground?" The cold voice sounded like an exclamation.

She was barefoot, with her snow-white hair hanging down to her ankles. She leaned on a narrow and long high-back chair, looking down at the entire maze street.

"Tower Master, should we organize magicians to help drive out the insect swarm?"

The head of the Ministry of Magic stood at the doorway far from his seat and asked, "The Royal Consulate claimed that it would not be involved in this matter. It only urged the Adventurer's Guild to ensure that the incident did not spread."

"Vice President Wood sent a request for help."

"Except for the staff at the guild headquarters, most adventurers can only be mobilized by issuing missions, but this poses significant difficulties in terms of time and funds."

"So ask for our help."

The gentle reporting came to an end, and the somewhat empty top floor fell into silence for a moment.

As the leader of a huge organization, emotions often no longer influence his thinking. The interests of all members of the Sage Tower and diplomatic considerations are now all on one person.

"Berenz, bring all the magicians above level 30 to join the support."

The tower master's ethereal and cold voice echoed, "In terms of funds, we can only mobilize 10,000 gold coins at most. Order the remaining personnel to gather inside the tower and start external defense."

"Yes."

Such a decision is obviously not unexpected.

From a political perspective, limited participation is the best option, as it is not morally untenable and the ultimate losses will be limited to a controllable range.

No matter what the outcome, the Sage Tower will not suffer any real damage and will always stay out of it.

Berents understood that not only them, but also several major temples, nobles, and even the guild itself would make the same choice. It was just a matter of attitude.

Even if a tragedy occurs, they have already tried their best. As long as there are no mistakes in the key links, everything will be settled.

As for the losses suffered by the people? Perhaps all they can say is "sorry and sympathy."

This is the relationship between organizations and ordinary people. The wings of protection will not always be open, and everything is the result of value measurement.

The night is dark and the once prosperous maze street has fallen into chaos.

Although monster riots are not uncommon, such a large-scale and high-density outbreak is still very rare.

Some hid in the basement, some ran to the temple to ask for protection, but more disappeared in the swarm of insects, flying one silver beetle after another towards the door of the maze in the distance.

"An overwhelming tide of monsters?" A tall, blond warrior stood still among the fleeing crowd.

He looked at the white-bearded dwarf who was still eating from the bowl beside him, and the frightened snack stand owner, then he touched his belly and smiled bitterly.

"I feel like I'm still not full. When will Fan come back? I miss the steamed buns he made."

Owen looked up at the approaching cloud of insects and drew out the palm-wide sword from his waist. The inscription on the golden and white blade read, 'The holy light will shine in the darkness!'

"The Supreme Radiance will not allow darkness to shroud people's heads. Elder, it's time to get up and move around."

A dazzling golden light appeared above his head. Owen swung his sword, as if tearing open the night curtain. It was unimaginably brilliant and splendid. It rushed out like a river in the sky and cut through the hundreds of meters long cloud of insects!

The dwarf elder, who was biting his fork, stood up slowly, grabbed the sledgehammer under his butt, and threw the stone-like hammer into the air like a toy.

The flipped hammer ignited with flames and came into contact with the insect swarm, like bombarding an anvil, spreading a huge circle of fire! Burning up a dark cloud.

"Whoosh." The sledgehammer returned with a force of a thousand pounds, was caught by a short and strong arm, and was lifted up lightly.

With just two people, they cleared a street in a short moment, but the heavy swarm of insects still pressed down and continued to move over like a cumulonimbus cloud.

"It looks like we'll have to fight a protracted war. I'm not very good at this kind of range burst. It would be great if the witch elf was here."

"But...she shouldn't mind such trivial matters..." Owen and the dwarf elder stood back to back and artificially set up a safe zone on the street to protect the crowds pouring in.

As the strongest group of adventurers, there are not many people who can achieve such great power as them. Most adventurers are just struggling to protect themselves.

The assistance from major forces is also limited to a limited scope.

The river rushes eastward, and Su Fuli is temporarily staying in a high-rise building in the river bend area.

She didn't care about the noise outside, but the buzzing insect cloud reminded her of someone. "You actually ran into the maze again, Xian'er Quana, do you want to be a hero? How naive..."

There was a thick book on the table in front of him. A crooked, grinning mouth was sewn on the wrinkled cover, and the exposed pale fangs were hideous and terrifying.

But the powerful force it possesses has attracted countless people throughout history.

There is a type of secret treasures called dark secret treasures, which have powerful and incredible abilities, but will make the user pay a huge price.

The one in Su Fuli's hand is one of them, which is also famous in world history. This is her hidden secret.

"Books from the Age of Mythology... This is the labyrinth of the God's Tomb... Maybe there is something I'm looking for here."

Putting down the book she got from Fan Wei, she stood up and walked to the window, and once again thought of Xianer Quana, a person who was so strange and out of place in her opinion.

In the process of pursuing the unclear path ahead, for the first time she felt the inexplicable beauty of a person who was as mysterious as a candle flame.

"If it were him, he might not sit idly by..." Su Fuli whispered to herself and smiled faintly, "I really don't know where this optimism and sense of responsibility comes from. Are some people born to move towards changing the world?"

The thoughts in her mind made her open the window and reach out.

Consider it a reward for that infectious energy.

A force darker than the night sky suddenly swallowed up the "dark clouds", and a new shelter appeared in the maze street, showing a slim but precious hope in the face of disaster!

But the chaos is far from over.

Entire lives were harvested, fleeting souls were intercepted by abnormal forces, and floated towards the maze like fallen leaves accompanied by silver flying insects.

Passing through the azure gate, through the majestic castle, through the ancient city, the silver swarm of insects is heading towards the vast wilderness like the galaxy!

On the plain where patches of dark blue four-leaf flowers bloomed, the silver thunder bug landed and spread its wings, releasing the soul in its body towards the surging swarm of tornado bugs and the endlessly surging thunder tree.

Millions of mortal souls followed the strong wind into the cracked earth, rushing towards the destination that would devour them.

Deep underground, buried by rocks, in the center of the huge scattered wreckage, a bright blue crystal several meters high absorbed the thunder in the sky.

Souls sank into it one by one, causing darkness to spread from the bottom up and slowly climb up to the surface of the crystal.

In the extremely powerful electric light, a human figure was vaguely revealed.

Sometimes, for some beings...

Death is not necessarily death!