How the sage old man will ultimately lose in this contest is a question that Fu Qian has been thinking about since very early on.
However, what is surprising is that it is such a simple and crude method.
It is almost difficult to capture the five two-dimensional zombies in front of them when the knowledge infusion and containment actions are ineffective.
But their biggest effect is to make people mistakenly think that the problems have been solved and move forward boldly and confidently.
However, in fact, every eye in the hall can be imbued with the ability to recreate it.
Aiming still takes time, but it is no longer enough to make everyone who walked to the center of the hall turn around and run back.
It can be called an insidious trap, but the reason why Fu Qian calls it crude is also very simple - in any case, these eyes are equivalent to forcibly avoiding the insight of the sage old man.
Before paying, it seems that this is no longer a calculation, but a dimensionality reduction attack.
It is equivalent to the Holy Grail having some "knowledge" beyond the understanding of the sage.
It was the emergence of this thought that made Fu Qian decisively not choose to run.
In the face of the dimensionality reduction attack, as a fish that has already entered the net, how can it have a chance to escape from the original way?
Of course, Fu Qian also understood the choice made by the sages and the others - the stone statues were not enough to block all angles, and hiding underneath them had no meaning other than to liven up the target. It was better to fight for a chance of survival.
The reason why Fu Qian did not leave is also very simple. The stone statue cannot block all angles, so what about adding a shield?
Even a shield with extraordinary blessings.
When everyone was silent just now, he had successfully completed the equipment switch.
…
Therefore, in the face of an emergency, Fu Qian's final response was to lean against the statue's legs and use a shield to protect the only exposed angle.
Facts have proved that this choice is right.
The shield that consumes the will is indeed sharp, and the rays that seem to be extremely sharp are all firmly blocked out.
Of course, the price is that my mind is being ravaged by the iron hooves of a heavily armored war horse.
Fortunately, in just one breath, almost all the eyes on the dome were extinguished.
And the sage old man in heaven also left a very important message, the Holy Grail is related to this stone statue.
After surviving it, all it takes is a little exploration——
[Containment failed, san value reduced by 1]
[Whether to play event review]
The next moment, an unexpected voice rang in his ears, and his thoughts froze for a moment.
The last image in Fu Qian's mind was the ray from the only bright eye hitting the shield.
But the shield, which was originally relatively stable and even capable of being blessed, was cut open like butter, without even the slightest resistance.
…
Coming again?
Are you an intellectual or a hooligan?
In the dark warehouse, Fu Qian sat on his seat, feeling like his head was being burned through.
First, use hidden killer moves beyond recognition to deal with the sage old man.
Turn around and come back with an all-conquering instant kill of the survivors?
Is this hook opened bit by bit?
I originally wanted to win you openly, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant, right?
…
He tapped his hand on the table and fully released his desire to complain before paying.
Of course, theoretically speaking, the gains from this trip cannot be said to be small.
Without knowing anything about the situation, not only did he almost find the mission target, he even forced out his opponent's two trump cards in a row.
But as military strategists say, the more you gain, the less you gain.
Looking at these two trump cards, the biggest feeling is that I don’t know how many trump cards there are.
The Holy Grail seems to be maintaining a just-right dead end without using any more effort.
Theoretically speaking, the next thing to do is to re-enter the mission, with this failure experience, to help the team avoid the kill game and touch the mission goal that is just one step away.
Unfortunately, I always feel that the mission goal is far more than just one step away.
…
Looking at the illusory eye shape in the darkness, he finished analyzing the situation and touched it again casually.
[Sanity value is reduced by 1, entering the containment scene]
[The current mission has been updated, solve the puzzle and fantasy, and join the team members in the real world]
The same prompt as last time came. Fu Qian looked around the familiar secret room, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he walked to the table in front of the door again.
A bone blade, six cups, and even the animal skin underneath still have a scale painted on it.
It was exactly the same as the first time, but it felt even worse.
If you are so lazy that even the papers are not random, you must be fully confident that you will fail in other aspects. On the contrary, it is in line with the inference that you don't have to put in an extra effort.
After checking it, he confirmed that the pattern, even the signs of damage, and even the angle of placement had not changed at all. He picked up the bone blade and slowly made gestures with his hand, but he did not rush to cut it.
The situation outside is already under control. This time we can change the answer story.
…
Time passed minute by minute. Although he was not sure whether the time outside was completely synchronized one to one, Fu Qian understood why the sage old man would insist on waiting for so long.
As time goes by, the stone door in front of me is opened, and the thoughts of leaving here seem to be growing and accumulating, and the pressure to restrain myself and do nothing is increasing all the time.
It's actually a bit like a clear dream? The ending rule will constantly urge you to act?
Sure enough, for a thinking dilemma like this, the premise is stable enough and there is a clear way out?
There is actually a hint of Zen in it.
I even had some realizations before paying.
The two team members who failed at the beginning must have been driven by this and were forced to keep trying. In the end, the accumulated mistakes in a short period of time exceeded the limit, turning their faces into fishbowls.
Otherwise, you can try it slowly.
Speaking of which, the last person should have died by this time.
The estimated time was about the same, so Fu Qian repeated his old trick and cut off his fingers one by one.
…
"woke up?"
As he threw the bare palm of his left hand into the last cup, the stone door opened in front of him, and Fu Qian was out of trouble again.
The moment his vision recovered, there was a voice next to him, which even sounded slightly surprised.
Brother Charlotte's voice.
Are you surprised that you can wake up after such a long time?
The first time he could tell who was talking, Fu Qian didn't say anything and chose to look around first.
The same position, the same two faces with wandering facial features.
Sure enough, it was those two who died.
Not only that, but the smell of vomit can even be smelled in the air.
It was obvious that Charlotte still couldn't resist the psychological shock, but she didn't know if Scrooge stimulated him again.
Of course it doesn't matter.
"What does this smell like?"
The next moment, Fu Qian frowned and asked.
You can also stimulate yourself.
In the slightly suffocating atmosphere, Scrooge's laughter was particularly harsh. ()
This chapter has been completed!