As the golden aurora rose into the sky, another sunspot fell on the chessboard above the sky.
The white piece on the chessboard has become a trapped dragon, with no chance of raising its head.
And Heizi's killing intent, which seemed to be about to overflow the sky, cut off all Bai Zi's escape routes.
At this point, the outcome has been decided.
"Already disbanded?"
In the administrative hall, on the fourth floor, a B-level girl frowned slightly.
She doesn't know much about Go, but she knows what will happen if the secret realm is solved.
Just like the formation eye of the realm, its special spiritual power fluctuations and unique effects allow practitioners to basically judge it at the first sight.
The girl turned back and looked at the hand-painted chessboard on the square table in the room. It was still soaked in blood, and it was as bright red as if it had just been splashed on.
There was a chubby E-level cultivator next to him. He hesitated for a long time, then quietly walked to the girl's side and explained in a low voice: "Actually... In this case, the other party has already surrendered, because it's It’s impossible to win.”
"No matter how unwilling you are, you will waste time and wait to be sentenced to a timeout."
"If you refuse to admit defeat, then you are just filling in your pieces until the last empty space on the chessboard is filled, but this is a little bit rude in terms of chess quality..."
Seeing that the leaders present still didn't understand, he shrank his neck again and explained: "It's like our chess, the general returns to the general, but the opponent can still take another step until he kills your 'veteran'. That’s the real victory according to the rules.”
"But the current chess software often determines the outcome of the game when the 'kill' is reached, and our current situation is a 'kill', but the opponent's 'veteran' has not been completely killed."
"Considering the background of the Chess Saint's Secret Realm, I'm afraid we have to wait until the last step."
His timid words immediately made the leaders present look a little bad.
Because this is a secret realm, it is not a modern Go game, and there is a referee to decide the outcome for you. The only way to force the chess master to make a move in advance is to use the fluctuation of spiritual power when refining the formation.
Then a man in the B (-) realm said in a deep voice: "We initially relied on Li Jiang's chess strategy, and Li Jiang relied on this chess map. Now that the chess master disciple who drew the chess map is killed, then we What’s the next step?”
The E-level cultivator hurriedly explained: "We are now completely victorious, and the next step... actually doesn't matter."
"And on this hand-painted chessboard, you can see that the position of the initial camp and the position of the last move... were obviously drawn at the same time."
"So, I think the reason why the chess game has reached this point is because the outcome is a foregone conclusion, and there is no need to continue deducing it."
The B(-) cultivator gradually turned his head and stared at the chubby boy, "Every word we say now and every decision we make will have immeasurable consequences."
"So everything must have a clear basis and origin, rather than your 'taken for granted' imagination and 'I think' prediction!"
The actual strategy of the secret realm must not be disclosed to the following. Now the situation has changed. Even with the corresponding psychological preparation, it still makes him emotionally unstable.
"But we don't have the next step now, do we?" Another male practitioner in the B (-) realm advised: "What else can we do besides 'thinking' of a way?"
The E-level cultivator gritted his teeth after hearing this and walked towards the B(-) level leader who had just scolded him. Cold sweat began to pour down his face.
Then, he actually took out a mobile phone...from his pocket.
Above, is a game of Go being played, with the highest level of difficulty, Grandmaster.
"The performance of my mobile phone is poor, but the computers in our camp can even build a spiritual power flow model. The performance is absolutely sufficient, and the results I calculated and deduced using those computers are no different from the current results."
"After all, it's a foregone conclusion. No matter how you calculate it, we have a 100% winning rate, and the number of shots we pressed exceeds ten."
"However, there is indeed a reason why the chess master's disciple's chess path only ends here."
When the chubby E-level practitioner said this, he walked directly to the blood-stained hand-painted chessboard, then operated his mobile phone, and a blue holographic projection appeared above the chessboard.
Several people present felt an inexplicable chill when they saw the blue light reflected on the blood.
The chubby cultivator also felt a little uncomfortable, but he still insisted: "Because our camp was originally chosen for the environment, and at this step, the surrounding area will be surrounded by white chess pieces, which will lead to the death of the breath... Just getting eaten.”
"No one knows what White's world is like, but if nothing else, the environment will definitely be deteriorated."
"So, if the chess master really wants to fill in his pieces... we must transfer the survivors in advance."
"Transfer survivors?" The B-level girl frowned.
"We...I simulated countless chess games. The camp almost had to be abandoned, otherwise we would have to use seven or eight moves to defend it. Even though the skeleton realm next door has been conquered, other realms are still very difficult. ."
"But if we abandon the camp and transfer the survivors to other realms, then we only need to use the remaining formation eyes to move anywhere in the secret realm to clear the secret realm."
"After all, if White captures the 11-7 camp, no matter how big the dragon becomes, the dragon will be trapped, and the secret realm will still be a dead end."
After the chubby boy said this, the leaders present hesitated for a moment. They did not agree with this statement because it contained too many inferences, and their decisions were too important, and the impact was definitely not only on the secret realm. There are 27,000 survivors and 4,000 practitioners inside.
There may even be a future where spiritual energy is revived.
However, no matter how cautious they are, time will not stop and wait for them to decide on a more appropriate method.
"We do have enough realm formations, but..." The B-level girl looked at the chubby boy, still hesitating between her eyebrows, "How should those survivors be transferred, and where should they be transferred?"
Relocating a total of 20,000 survivors is not something that can be done just by talking about it.
And because of the special situation of survivors, if there are really other realms suitable for survivors, why would they pay such a high price to forcibly establish the 11-7 realm?
The chubby boy was about to speak when he suddenly realized something. He hesitated for a moment but said nothing more.
At this moment, the male cultivator of the B (-) realm looked at the chessboard, and after thinking for a moment, he sighed softly: "12-9, Sword Tomb Realm, how about it?"
Several leaders present looked at each other, and then the girl walked directly in front of the chessboard, and the strong smell of blood floated in front of her nose.
12-9 Sword Tomb is indeed a relatively special realm, and it is the position of the leader of the white chess piece on the chessboard. And according to some information she knows, there is no particularly dangerous place found in 12-9 realm. With the As the difficulty of the strategy increases, the concentration of the spiritual energy becomes higher and higher, which makes it harder and harder to pull out the rusty sword.
Even if the environment is not suitable for survivors, a short stay is certainly no problem.
"So……"
"If there are constant interruptions, chaos will inevitably follow. Before White's next move, if there is still no trace of the chess master's disciple, or her body is found, then the transfer work will begin directly."
"Of course, if something unexpected happens, I believe everyone is prepared to sacrifice, right?"
This seemingly ordinary meeting was not strictly confidential, and naturally the safety of the leaders was not taken into consideration. After all, except for the chubby cultivator, the others were all B-level existences. For these When leaders think about security issues, they really think too much.
After they all left here, the chubby cultivator walked out tremblingly, and then ran madly towards a building in District A. It looked like a weapons store inside, but now it was gray and even None of the doors were open.
The chubby boy ran directly into it and ran to the second floor.
He trusted his boss unconditionally, even if he was asked to skip a chicken drumstick for a meal, he would grit his teeth and agree.
But this matter was so important, involving a total of 27,000 survivors, that he really didn't dare to tell the boss's proposal completely, and this was also the reason why he broke out in a cold sweat just now.
Now, he is completely convinced, even superstitious. From now on, even if the boss asks him to eat two less chicken legs in one meal, he will still obey the boss!
Because, the transfer realm decided by the leaders actually turned out to be 12-9 Sword Tomb! ! !
Practitioners with lower status are not clear about the situation in many realms, which ones are dangerous and which ones are safe, and they don't even know the names and characteristics of the realms.
However, his boss actually predicted it correctly!
The chubby, even cute body rushed into the second floor, and then found that the place was even more crowded. All kinds of mortal weapons were displayed all over the room, and his boss was dressed very professionally, like a A welder, wearing a mask and gloves, was carefully welding an iron sword in front of him.
All products are considered exaggerated, but they turn out to be industrial products.
"Boss, according to what you said, the 12-9 realm is really confirmed!"
"We can earn back exactly the two kilograms of spirit stones that we threw away...and donated!"
"Why are you thinking about those spirit stones?" The young man who was checking whether his sweatshirt had been splashed by sparks put down his goggles. "I'm giving these away for free, so don't make things worse."
"Giving it away for free?!" The chubby face immediately fell. Others may be joking, but his boss really just came up with it. Otherwise...how could those two kilograms of spiritual stones be thrown away in vain?
"I don't mind if we do some good deeds...but it's not too much for us to earn some of what we deserve, right?"
The chubby boy was filled with tears. The iron in the house was dug and refined in the mountains.
"Don't worry, the spirit stone is indispensable to you." After saying this, the young man stood up and walked to a printer next to him.
Speaking of which, why is there an ancient model of printer here? It's like the inferior thing in school that's full of ink and ghosting.
"Here, help me send these out." The young man who came back with something in his arms handed over a pamphlet.
The chubby cultivator took it and took a look, then he was stunned.
This small black and white booklet turned out to be a map of the 12-9 realm. It contained detailed geographical details and even contour lines. Several pages of standard annotations were included.
However, when he turned to the end, he still noticed some details.
"This website address, could it be..."
"Only the unique code on this booklet can be used to log in and register for the practitioner website I founded."
The chubby boy suddenly realized something, and then asked nervously: "Boss, are you crazy? Do you want to go against the black market?"
"Behind those forces, they are all backed by aristocratic families. It's okay if you caused trouble before... Now you are openly fighting for jobs. I'm really afraid that something will happen."
The boy's voice was trembling a little. After all, if his father knew that he was meddling in these things, he would definitely have to give him a kick.
"Really?" The young man smiled, "Then I'm looking forward to it."
The chubby boy shrank his neck again and did not dare to speak.
At this time, the young man reminded again: "Oh, yes, I will give you 500 copies first, mainly to those survivors who show signs of practicing."
"Practitioners are exempt, but it doesn't matter if you let them get it."
"Ah?" The boy couldn't understand, "What's the point of giving it to them?"
"They are the most solid base in the future cultivation world, and they are also a group called 'casual cultivators'. Their individual strength may be relatively weak, but when they come together..."
"It's still weak," the chubby boy said earnestly, "Boss, in the future, the true realm of cultivation will be very scary. We want to earn some cultivation resources, and we can indeed gather them through casual cultivation, and quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes."
"But if we really want to enter the next future... we still have to find a way to get to know those with extraordinary talents."
"If we provide these pamphlets to the camp officials, we can get a lot of benefits!"
When the young man heard this, he yawned lazily and said: "Rogue cultivators are what we must fight for. You will understand in the future, so now we must promote it in our own name... As for the so-called talent."
"I'm not bad either!"
(End of chapter)
