I Kill The Protagonist

"All of them are there. Explore towards the right border, with a three-kilometer border as a formation, with a three-kilometer warning radius."

Gore received Romney's eyes and explored the border on the right.

General Erha was still arguing and didn't realize that Romney had decided to choose a safe way to explore this pyramid.

"Don't say it, these two fools are pretty smart."

Romney gave Gore a look, then turned around and continued to listen to the two heads quarreling. From the opposite side of the triangle, he heard the trigonometric function, the law of cosines...

This is a truth that can only be understood after going to school, and it is completely different from the knowledge that Er Haggai knows.

But they all shuddered from the silly bickering, just like the computer hasn't analyzed the brainless output of knowledge and formulas, which greatly inspired the analysts.

"Well, it seems that safe boundary exploration may not be good and fast. The Pythagorean theorem should be used to solve this position. No, why should I use this kind of thing?"

"Anyway, explore one side first, and then you can find the actual position only if you have a data basis."

Romney was inspired by Erha, and the long-standing knowledge in his head began to emerge.

Having been the king of gods for a long time, although science also needs the support of mathematics, physics is not so obvious in the realm of the soul of fire. In fact, Romney has not been exposed to the theory of space-related knowledge for a long time.

This time I can recall it, which is also a blessing for Erha.

So, stupid people have stupid blessings!

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The bottom of the pyramid may not be a triangle or a square, it may be a circle, but no matter what, it will have a center point.

At this time, a sick rice seedling was sitting in the center of this pyramid. He kept coughing, feeling the pain of the world, but he was unwilling to give up his own efforts.

Exerting all your energy to live is the only thing the diseased rice plant is doing now.

And you ask why he is here, but he doesn't remember it anymore.

Having been at a loss, drinking the nutrient solution occasionally leaking from the red blood vessels in front of him, and excreting it unscrupulously, the diseased seedlings have been kept here for a long time.

He can't remember how long he has been, since he woke up, he has been in the center of what looks like an altar.

He originally thought that the days to come would be like the past, but just now, a team of thirty soldiers in strange costumes came here.

"Go back and report to the King of Gods, and find an altar here."

"You put him down first."

Soon, Romney arrived.

Sick Yangzi was panting, and from time to time motioned to the temple knights to help him with some blood.

Seeing this strange scene, Romney did not rush to speak.

He is waiting.

If all these encounters weren't accidental, the diseased seedlings would definitely have something to say.

"You are, Romney?"

The sick child spoke.

One sentence shows that he knows Romney.

"Yes, it's me."

Romney was not surprised, this sick child knew him, and he was in his guess.

"My body told me."

"He wants me to help him trap you here."

"But I don't like listening to him."

"So, I give you a chance to play a game of pawns with me, and if you win, let you go."

Sick Yangzi said in his mouth, coughing and spewing out a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time.

"Ontology?"

"Is it the one we put in?"

Romney thought about it for a while and was relieved.

They will enter the plot, and someone must be arranging it.

Then the noumenon here, that is to say, the person who caused them to enter the plot.

"Yes, I am his goodness."

"After he left here, he chose evil."

"Perhaps the goodness of the past made him reluctant to let me die, so he always half-hangs my life."

"Now that you are here, I guess he might have gained something from you."

"Maybe it's emotional fluctuations, or some thoughts, so he didn't act on you directly."

"If he does, you should be dead."

"After all, his power of law is at least 70 million."

The sick young child coughed, as if he was about to die at any time, but he just said all the words firmly.

Romney listened to what is good and evil, thinking about the possibility of slashing three corpses in his heart.

In some Fantasy times, I suddenly heard that if he does something to you, you are already dead.

I thought it was going to be more powerful, but a sentence of 70 million came out.

This made Romney a bit playful to touch the tip of his nose.

If he really does it, then there is no doubt...

He is dead.

"Yes, we will next set."

Although his mind was turned, Romney decided to play a game of chess with this sick child.

Maybe it would be a possibility to kill the sick child directly, but in case it is not.

Then Romney and others killed the key NPC, then the copy may not make it through.

There will be such a possibility, after all, Erha said it is related to the plot.

Romney immediately thought of games and copies.

If you break the game directly, and sometimes get stuck, it will not be worth the loss.

Although reality is not a game, Romney is not afraid of this unfamiliar environment, but since there is a clear direction, it would be better to go directly to it.

"This chessboard is called civilization."

"The rules are very simple, as long as you exterminate the opponent, you will win."

Sick Yangzi didn't expect Romney to promise so readily, he thought he would go on a wrangling for a while, and threaten to walk without being left or the like.

"Well, how do I start?"

Romney nodded.

"You can start now."

Sick Yangzi laughed suddenly.

Subsequently, the world revolved around.

Darkness and light intertwined.

Everything is very different.

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"Civilization Checkerboard"

"Purpose: Exterminate all other civilizations and survive."

"Current Civilization: Fire Soul Civilization."

"Time: 500 BC."

"Number: Two"

After the darkness and light intertwined, Romney came to an unfamiliar continent.

He is in it, but he has no own body.

Romney tried to turn his own consciousness.

Turning around, he saw only a small piece of land in front of him, and there were hexagonal squares on the land.

If you move your mind between the squares, you can see some small characters.

These small characters tell the attributes of the Romney cube.

Romney tried to focus on consciousness, and he looked at it piece by piece.

I saw sheep, horses, food, forests, plains, luxury goods and many other categories.

These hexagons are surrounded by the invisible space, and it can be felt that there are extensions waiting to be explored.

Turning his head and looking around, he saw the huge Erha himself, now a small person.

He turned his head silly, holding a stick in each hand.

Romney focused on Erha's head.

The small letters above read: "General Erha, attributes: hero; combat effectiveness: 76; melee;"

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