Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

There was a feeling of divine peace in the air, and the ground was covered with bright red flowers, covering the desolate land.

The remaining fear and sadness slowly dissipated in the sunlight, giving people a feeling of being in another world. The goddess of love, wearing a flowing scarlet dress, turned quietly in the light.

"Fan, will you hate me?" Antila's eyes were soft and her tone was gentle.

"I know that no matter what, my sins cannot be washed away. I am a murderer and an exterminator. More than 200,000 lives ended in my hands."

"It can really be said that this is an unforgivable crime."

"Would you hate me like this?"

Standing in front of a god, Fan Wei really didn't know how to answer.

This was not out of fear, but a deep sense of helplessness. Those who were sacrificed loved Antila, so it was not an exaggeration to say that they did it voluntarily.

But ordinary people simply cannot resist Antila's love.

Is it right to sacrifice people in the name of love? Fan Wei didn't know that this death, which was intertwined with conspiracy and love, had caused real wounds.

The city of Porfnir disappeared from the world.

Many of the refugees lost their relatives, including the boy named Izar and his brothers and sisters.

The gods created by disasters and sacrifices seem to have no legitimacy! But can the gods who are high above be certified by the justice of mortals?

Everything seemed to return to what Antila said.

The root of everything in the world is nothing but power and meaning.

"Perhaps any choice will eventually lead to responsibility. Sin or goodness are just standards set by the human group. When they exceed a certain level, they can no longer be measured by right or wrong, only by stance."

Fan Wei thought about it, and finally chose the answer in his heart, "But I don't hate you, Miss Antila."

"I can feel your kindness. If it's not too high a mark, I still want to treat you as a friend!"

"Just friends?" Antila suddenly asked, with a mischievous expression: "I thought no one could refuse my love, and our relationship should be very close~"

"what?"

Fan Wei couldn't understand and fell into a state of stagnation as if his brain had stopped working.

"Huh, sometimes I want to make a joke too." The goddess of love resolved Fan Wei's problem, her expression turning into one of tenderness, "But Fan, you're right, this is my choice."

“Even if I am covered in sin, I will continue to walk in the name of love.”

"I really want to know, if it were up to you, what choice would you make in the end?"

"As for me..." Fan Wei raised his hand to hold his chin, looking up at the sky, and said with an uncertain and relaxed tone, "Maybe... we will take a different path."

Antila smiled slightly and did not comment, as if she knew Fan Wei's answer already.

"Well Van, I look forward to following your path."

Antila stretched out her soft hands and reached forward. A few small balls of light flew out from the bright red flowers all over the ground and landed in the goddess's palms.

He smiled and handed several souls to Fan Wei.

"These are your friends. They do not belong to me. Once they leave the divine realm, I can revive them normally."

"But I'm afraid Bishop Brokahn is no longer able to survive. He has exhausted his lifespan and returned to the embrace of the Supreme Glory."

Fan Wei stretched out his hand in a daze, took everything handed to him, and suddenly showed an excited expression, "Thank you, Miss Antila! Owen, I, and everyone else! Thank you very much!!"

"We are friends, Fan, why thank you so much?"

The goddess' smile widened. "But I have to leave now. The Three Gods have restricted any gods from coming here at will, and I am no exception."

“Even though I was close to those three, I still fell a little short.”

"There's one last thing."

Antila took a step forward, and she and Fan Wei crossed a thousand meters and came to the border of the domain. The time and space here were fragmented. Irene, Clara and others hid in isolated island-like space grids.

A source of decomposition and destruction, quietly suspended in the dark rift of time and space.

"I used love to temporarily ease Miss Morling's hatred, but she needs real spiritual support."

Antila looked up and spoke, and Fan Wei realized that something was wrong with the tower master at this moment.

He could only see a blurry figure, but he could very intuitively feel the madness, pain and indifference of the tower master.

The transformation and destruction of the Supreme Alchemy are all manifested in dust and time and space.

All kinds of matter are polarized towards heavy elements and light elements, and extremely active chaotic magic and radioactive gases are everywhere!

The stability of space is disturbed by the ever-increasing entropy value, collapsing into black holes, like the extinction point of a decaying painting, dragging reality towards disintegration.

"Hey, this, this!! What happened to the tower master? Where can I find spiritual support?"

When facing the enemy, Fan Wei would not panic, but when facing the ultimate combat power of his own side running wild, he would be a little at a loss.

"Ms. Antilla, can you use your invincible power to think of another solution?"

"..." Antila narrowed her eyes and her smile became complicated.

"Don't bother, I'm optimistic about you, come on~"

With a flick of her finger, Fan Wei was teleported in front of the tower master, but everything around Mo Ling had been completely decomposed by her, which was equivalent to floating in the air.

Under the magical inertia, Misler Fan crashed into Mo Ling's arms in an oblique posture.

The tower master subconsciously reached out and lifted him up, and the scene was a little awkward for a moment.

Mo Ling's eyes gradually focused, as if she was waking up from a dream. She saw Fan Wei in her arms, staring at her with a confused look on his face. Fear and violence surged up at the same time!

Cut the body into pieces! Grind the bones and scatter the ashes! Damn human beings!!!

With just a thought, the man in front of him would be decomposed into the smallest elemental particles, but the thought was suddenly interrupted, giving Mo Ling a feeling of being disobeyed.

That was a stopping thought, coming from herself...

Why? Why!! Surrounded by an endless sense of betrayal, Mo Ling's sadness and anger burned like wildfire. Why did he even want to hurt her?

It was clearly her who made the sacrifice and fell into a deep sleep just to protect them!

But this is the result we get?

"No..." I heard a voice in my heart, "No... That's Mr. Misr..."

Why? It was just a disgusting thing, dirty, horrible, and sinister! She must have been deceived! Just like the group of chief wizards who deceived her! Just like those two monsters called parents!

They are all lying to her! They are all hurting her! Ah! Die! Die! Die!!!

Mo Ling shook her head in discomfort, her expression constantly changing due to the constant struggle and rage in her heart.

"Tower...Tower Master...are you okay?" Fan Wei asked worriedly.

The extra stimulation made Mo Ling's face ferocious. She retracted her arm, grabbed Fan Wei's neck with one hand, and lifted him up effortlessly! She stared at this guy with extremely cruel eyes.

Being a magician does not necessarily mean being delicate and weak, especially for someone like Mo Ling, whose bloodline and physique are optimized to the extreme.

The slender fingers gripped his trachea, and the bruises that matched the finger marks blocked both the sound and the air. Fan Wei's face flushed instantly, and he subconsciously raised his hands to struggle.

But it's not just his strength, all his special energies were suppressed in his body and could not be released!

Consciousness gradually dispersed from being solid, becoming as light as a balloon, as if it would float away if the string broke.

Facing Fan Wei who was about to be strangled to death, Xiaobai No. 1 watched quietly, and Antila also watched quietly. Only Irene and Clara who were trapped on the space debris were anxious and tried desperately to get closer.

"Swish!!" A pillar of fire shot out from afar. It was Irene who couldn't help but release attack magic.

Mo Ling, who sensed the attack, turned her head instantly. The pillar of fire disintegrated into magic elements under her gaze. She endured the irritating and anxious voice in her mind, and a trace of fluctuation flashed across her eyes.

The space-time on the verge of collapse was torn apart like paper, and the dark cracks rushed straight towards Irene and the others!

Xiaobai No. 1, who was sitting on Mo Ling's shoulder, finally moved. She jumped onto the space debris and grabbed the staff to forcibly block the traces of destruction.

"What's going on? She wants to kill Fan?" Irene asked angrily.

"There's nothing I can do." Xiaobai No. 1's rag doll-like face remained expressionless. "We have to wait until we calm down, and this depends on Misle."

"Rely on him? Rely on him to perform suicide to apologize? What power does Fan have? He can't do it at all!"

Irene's screams only brought silence. Can Misr successfully impress his crazy and violent self? Xiaobai No. 1 has no confidence either.

"Heh, cough, cough..."

The sound of Fan Wei trying to take a breath drew Mo Ling's attention back. She rejected the struggle in her mind and wanted to kill him as soon as possible with great tension and trembling!

But a pair of hands struggled to reach up and grasp her other wrist.

Mo Ling suddenly became furious, and whistling waves erupted from his body. There was a crackling sound between the plates of time and space, but Fan Wei was protected by a layer of soft light.

The other Mo Ling was trying his best to protect him.

Fragments of memory flashed through my mind. The Tower Master was conveying to this violent and timid self what beautiful and warm memories were.

"Liar! Liar!" Mo Ling didn't believe it at all. There was nothing around her, yet it seemed as if there were people surrounding her.

The chief wizard who used various extreme means to torture and experiment on her discussed that if the research failed, he would use her as material to create the next generation of products.

A man and a woman, acting as parents, compete for her control and to squeeze out more benefits.

Countless blows to the body and mind, the self-consciousness is constantly denied and destroyed, and the spirit collapses and reconstructs with difficulty time and time again.

I couldn't even move, and even making a sound was dangerous.

Everyone wants to hurt her! Everyone is causing her pain!

They kept repeating that she was just a tool! But her body hurt... They kept repeating that she was just a controlled experiment! But her heart was so cold.

There is no one to communicate with, they are all monsters...

The young body was trembling, and the closed mind was constantly thinking, a question that she had been thinking about since she gained consciousness.

Is suffering justified? Why don’t those people show a painful expression?

Others are attacking her! Rejecting her! Torturing her! Why is it only her? ... How do they feel?

It was not until she climbed up the 'Tower of Babel' and pressed her palm downwards that she suddenly understood!

“Hahahaha — hahahaha —” Mo Ling suddenly laughed. That’s it, pain and inflicting pain are both natural things!

The world was cold, just as cold as the void she had created, wanting not to feel pain.

You have to be the one who inflicts pain!

The fingers were stretched into a claw shape, and the hand that Fan Wei was holding tightly embraced the entire space and time, just like when he was pressing down on the chief wizards on Wilfas Island!

Everything, everything can be swallowed up by her pain, and she will never feel pain again!

Because she is the only, the most terrifying person!