I don't know the beginning, and I don't know the end.

It's a labyrinth, a labyrinth out of which you can never get out.

Amy had tried many things, marked many times, and even walked back and forth many times, but all she had been able to get lost again and again—now he couldn't even tell where he was, and worse, he didn't know where the others were.

Another test of the mind?

Not quite like that.

Rather, it is almost non-existent.

There is no danger, no temptation, and it is impossible to test...... Is it patience?

There is no need at all.

It is impossible for an excellent student who can graduate from the top three grades of the Discipline Institute not even to have the least patience, not to mention that this type of trial has been set up before, and it is simply stupid to set it up a second time now.

So...... It's a simple labyrinth.

Fold-out space?

The young Glory Man raised an eyebrow, this idea made logical sense, but with the available information there was no conclusion at all, and thinking about it was still like a ball of yarn that a cat had played with—a mess.

Up, down, left, right, all directions seem to be distorted images, like a portal to a random area, and the same choice will always lead to different results, and there is no pattern to it.

That's right, there are no rules.

The reason why they are separated must be attributed to this - the former and the next person, even if they are only one step apart, lead to different areas.

After leaving the front hall where the fallen ones had been killed, everyone was teleported to different places in the moment they passed through the room, and although according to the results of many experiments, they still did not leave the temple, but judging from the vast space occupied by the temple, it was a very lucky thing to meet in a short period of time.

So...... Are you going to break each one?

This is a natural inference, since the range of spatial teleportation cannot go beyond the temple area, then the greedy demon king hidden somewhere in the temple must have the intention of attacking it with a score - everyone including him is in a very dangerous situation, but in this way, its weak nature is also exposed.

Why split and attack?

Because it's not strong enough.

Not to mention the powerful demons such as the demon kings of the four directions who can leave their names in the history books, just a high-level demon at random, their chances of winning are very slim.

This is still the case where Amy counts her own combat power.

So, Mammon was in a very bad state, and they ...... It's not that it's out of chance.

It's just that, in order to wait for this opportunity, he must now endure and endure this terrible physical state.

After all...... Only the last bottle of the Energy Potion remains, and it must be saved until the final battle.

Before you do that, grit your teeth.

"Judas?"

The voice from behind him made the Glorious One turn his head, retract the steps he was about to take, and looked at the person who came, his pupils shrank slightly, and what appeared in front of him was an unexpected person: "Kozmo?"

"That's right," the blonde nobleman nodded, "it's me." ”

"It's really not good," Amy looked him up and down, then frowned deeply, "If everyone is separated, the situation will be quite bad." ”

The Glory One was at the front of the line, with Kaobak, Aina, and Hansen largely around him, while Kozmo and the others were a little further away from him.

Since even Kozmo was alone, it means that all six of them were likely separated.

"What are you worried about?" the blonde nobleman looked at him, "it's just a labyrinth, and we'll be able to find them sooner or later." ”

"Provided they're alive. Amy points to the crux of the matter.

"Alive," Kozmo heard the boy's subtext, "Are you worried about the risks lurking here? Well, that's right, since we're separated by random teleportation, it's normal to look for an opportunity to hack us." ”

"Do you have any opinions?"

The Glory One casually asks without hope, and then gets the expected answer - find them, find them before they are broken by each one.

It's a very simple and helpless solution, but it's the only way that can be used at the moment.

It's just that there is one issue that must be addressed before it can be put into practice.

And then. ”

He threw the end of the wormwood rope that the blonde-haired and blue-eyed noble boy next to him took out from the suitcase: "Tie it to the part that does not affect the battle, and then we will walk and try." ”

Since they weren't dismantled in a single piece during the teleport, the random teleport should be judged as a whole, and there is a good chance that the mechanism can be tricked by connecting them with nylon ropes - if that fails, the next time you can only consider holding hands......

"That's a good idea. ”

Kozmo took one end of the wormwood rope and after thinking about it, he tied it to the wrist of his left hand - if the two of them were tied together by the rope, then no matter where they were tied, it would be quite inconvenient to fight, and it was better to choose a wrist that was not in the dominant hand, at least there, if they were caught in a vicious battle, they could be cut off with a sword at the first time.

"By the way," Amy asked, "have you found any patterns along the way?"

He asks about the law of scene change, sometimes he can't find it, it doesn't mean that others can't find it, although there is little hope, but it's always good to ask.

"Didn't find it. Again, the expected answer.

In that case, just pick one. "There is nothing to hesitate about, to be entangled, in the case of insufficient intelligence, whether it is to stay in place and passively wait for the arrival of teammates, or to take the initiative to attack in the hope of trying to meet it, in fact, the probability is only one in two - bumped into, or not bumped into.

Sometimes it's better to look at things simply, or at least less tiringly.

With that in mind, he took a step and ...... Without any sense of spatial teleportation, he was displaced to another area, and then subconsciously glanced at the rope tied to his wrist and looked behind him.

It's Kozmo.

"The experiment was a complete success. ”

The blonde nobleman smiled and shook the wormwood rope in his hand.

"This is really good news. Amy wasn't as optimistic as he was, "But then again, did you feel a little too calm along the way?"

"Too calm?" Kozmo looked at him, "what do you want to express?"

"Assuming that the number of enemies is constant," the young Glory-Honored One paused, "and you and I have not encountered any enemies along the way, then...... Where do you think the enemies have gone?"

"Siege...... Someone else. ”

It was not difficult to come to this conclusion along these lines, so Kozmo was horrified: "No, we have to find someone else quickly." ”

He was desperate to move forward, but was pulled by the rope that Amy was holding on to his hand: "There is no point in running around like headless flies, the priority is to make sure that they are safe, and then find a way to meet." ”

"Sounds like you have a solution?" the blonde nobleman calmed down.

"There's no way to tell," said the young Gloryman, shrugging, "and try it first." ”

He took out a pen and paper from his suitcase: "Later you go through this door and go back, but don't go too far, or the wormwood rope that connects us will be in trouble if it breaks—and then we will shout separately to the content of this - I'm Kozmo, please reply when you hear it." ”

"What are the pens and paper for?" asked Kozmo.

"There are two questions about how far the sound travels, and whether the sound can penetrate the barriers of each space in this displaced space—so we have to be prepared in advance to be prepared for the fact that we can't communicate with sound." ”

"Sure enough," lamented the blonde nobleman who had attacked him, "success was no accident." ”

"Alright, let's get started. The Glory One didn't reply to him, but just raised the pen and paper in his hand, "Take it, we don't have time to talk now." ”

"Then I'll pass. Kozmo said, and walked back, with an almost imperceptible ripple, he had already shuttled to another area, and then, an extremely small, noisy voice came from the boy's left front, and the half of the phrase "I am Kozmo" could be faintly heard.

Sure enough, the space was randomly folded.

Amy bowed her head, crouched down, and then sat down on the ground, resting the paper on her knees, and wrote, "I can hear it, but it's not in the right direction, and it's very weak." ”

After he finished writing, he passed it on.

But if the mud and rocks entered the sea, there was no reply.

It wasn't until three minutes later that the hand tied with the wormwood rope suddenly shook, so he restrained the tiredness and bitterness on his face, stood up from the ground with difficulty, stared at the boundary line in front of him, which was not visible at all, thought for a moment, did not put his head over, just took a step back, stretched out the hand tied to the straw rope, and then caught the note that Kozmo used to deliver the message.

Simple, but shocking news.

"Someone," he wrote, with the name written underneath, "Kaubak." ”