Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Chapter 451 Ancient Revival

(I'm very sorry, I've been putting things off for a while now, as I've been thinking about new content and studying theoretical knowledge.)

I always relied on intuition to write, and I felt increasingly bored and impoverished. So I watched a class, and then it suddenly dawned on me, and everything became clear.

Indeed, you can't get by in this era without knowledge.

I've revised the outline, writing it according to the basic three-step method. I hope it shows improvement, and I ask for your understanding, fellow readers...

With a smile and a wave, Fan Wei walked towards the angel not far away.

After staring intently at him, the angel of power with its single, yellowish eye fell back to the ground and shrank back into its shell. Skeletons, near and far, seemed to be dragged toward it by some kind of telekinetic force.

The tall, white angel remained silent, her eyes completely hidden by her visor.

“Uh…” Fan Wei stared at the other person, thinking about how to convey the profound human emotion of ‘I’ll treat you to dinner’.

Although she has a human-like appearance, an angel is, after all, a different kind of being from humans. Her personality and way of thinking are completely unknown.

It would be bad if I expressed it incorrectly.

Seeing that Fan Wei remained silent, the angel tilted his head, turned around, and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute."

In his haste, Fan Wei, not understanding the way the End of the World communicates, could only express himself through action, grabbing the angel's wrist!

This touched a nerve with the angels!

Whoosh! It was like a cold light shining down, and a chill swept over me! The sharp blades on the white, bony limbs came into view, almost severing my vision!

The overlord has a temper. Although the angel treated Fan Wei well, the sudden touch still made her swing her knife in a fit of anger. Fortunately, Fan Wei instinctively stopped and took a few steps back, and the blade stopped.

Looking through the mask, the white angel exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

"That was a bit presumptuous of me..." Fan Wei broke out in a cold sweat. After all, the beings opposite him were extremely powerful and unfathomable. If he rashly used human enthusiasm to speculate about monsters, suffering a small loss would be the least of his worries.

However, this adventure truly convinced him that the angels harbored no hostility towards him.

Otherwise, the offense just now wouldn't have ended so easily.

"I'd like to invite you to dinner." In the end, Fan Wei said it directly, smiling and extending his hand. He had no better way and only hoped that his sincere expression could convey his goodwill.

Seeing Fan Wei's awkward smile, the angel remained silent, as if deep in thought.

In the end, she did not leave, but sat down on a slightly protruding bone nearby.

The ferocious killer sat with remarkable composure, and a soft humming sound, neither too loud nor too soft, rose from the air. It was an angel singing, not the requiem that accompanied the carnage, but a completely unfamiliar melody.

A sound that evokes both loneliness and tranquility.

The bloodstains and the whiteness of bones, the black 'moon' and lightning, the burning sea of ​​fire in the background, the almost still lake of blood in the dim light, are desolate and beautiful.

Perhaps the angel understood, perhaps not, but she chose to wait for Fan Wei.

My enthusiasm was burning brightly; I couldn't keep the diners waiting!

Fan Wei wondered if angels, being such special beings, had any concept of a normal diet; perhaps they had evolved to the point of feeding on killing and absorbing energy.

Therefore, the cooking method this time may be different from the past, and Fan Wei turned his attention to the target.

That shimmering, red, poisonous lake.

......

A spacious underground palace, where luxurious stone is carved with classical and solemn patterns, stretching all the way to several tall tower-shaped stone pillars deep inside the main hall.

The shadows overhead resembled the night sky, and a long, dark red carpet, with faded gold threads weaving the marks of time.

A cold and stern-looking man, accompanied by a man and a woman who dared not breathe, entered through the entrance of the underground palace. The family crest on his chest, illuminated by candlelight, revealed a spine and ribs stained with dark red.

As they moved forward, pairs of pure gold braziers placed on either side of the wide road were lit, illuminating the once silent hall.

The murals on both sides of the wall, inlaid with metal, seemed to come alive.

Mythical beasts, gods, and various intelligent races—all are shrouded in a blood-red ferocity, repeatedly depicting the themes of conquest and slaughter.

"Ancestors," the middle-aged man leading the way stopped in front of the row of stone towers, knelt down and kowtowed, "The empire is facing a crisis. As the current head of the family, I implore you to appear in this world and walk on the earth once more!"

Her fiery red hair lay prostrate on the cold ground, like a believer worshipping a god.

The cold air underground seemed frozen, and a man and a woman behind the man knelt down at the same time, holding two large boxes made of crystal and metal in their hands.

After a long silence, with a creak, the two boxes slowly opened on their own without being touched.

One box contained a faint glow and strange, golden-red embers, while the other was filled with a deep, blood-red liquid that swayed slightly.

Both substances floated up and transformed into two streams that flew toward the top of one of the stone towers.

High up, where the firelight could not reach, at the top of the tower was a rugged, massive stone throne, its surface covered with mysterious crimson runes.

And sitting on the throne was an extremely emaciated, desiccated corpse!

The golden-red glowing ash was drawn in and entered the mummified corpse through its ears and nose. Then, a deep red liquid poured into its slightly open mouth, and the mummified body seemed to come back to life.

Thump... like a dull drumbeat, the first sound slow, then gradually becoming stronger.

Thump, thump, thump!! A powerful heartbeat echoed through the underground palace, almost roaring in the end. It was hard to imagine how powerful the being that could produce such a heartbeat could be!

"Why?"

The dissipated vitality was contained, and a steady and powerful voice came from the darkness at the top of the stone tower, without any sense of withered weakness.

Before a reply could be given, the voice continued to mutter to itself, "I can feel the sparks of war burning fiercely in the south, and my body is starting to warm up."

“Ancestors,” the red-haired man reported humbly, his voice full of concentration.

"The empire is facing some problems. A change of throne is imminent, but the current emperor has suddenly become mentally unstable. We fear that the succession may be disrupted..."

"Disoriented?" the superior being's voice sneered. "So, what do you intend to do?"

"We..." The man, who held a prestigious position in the capital, now seemed as weak and hesitant as a victim. "Since the emperor has lost his authority, perhaps we..."

"Ha." The piercing laughter sent chills down the spines of the three men prostrate on the ground.

"Stop your ambitions. If you don't want the entire empire to be engulfed in flames and your families to be wiped out, then don't even think about taking the throne."

"Let the crown princes fight over it; what you should be doing is ensuring the continuation of your family."

Thump! The person on the throne jumped down, the tremor like a boulder landing. He was no longer a dried corpse when he entered the firelight; instead, he was young and handsome, his indifferent face filled with majesty.

As he appeared in the world, the flames in the entire capital city flickered.

"The palace is still in a state of turmoil." The young man, who showed no signs of aging, said, turning his head towards the direction of the supreme throne.

"I don't have enough blood essence. Have someone open the pillar of suppression. I need to go to the End."

"Yes!" The kneeling man was overjoyed. This ancestor was finally willing to be resurrected and assist the family!

The young man put his hands behind his back, looked at the other tall stone towers in the darkness, and sneered, "I guess I'll run into a lot of old friends this time I 'wake up'."

"The prophetic time is fast approaching, and the stench of blood has already reached this level."

"Will that true crimson truly descend?"