"There are all, explore toward the right border, take the three-kilometer boundary as the formation, and guard the radius of three kilometers."

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

The general of the Hakka was still quarreling, not realizing that Romney had decided to choose a safe way to explore the pyramid.

"Not to say, these two fools are quite smart."

After giving Gole a look, Romney turned around and continued to listen to the two heads quarrel, and kept hearing the trigonometric function, cosine theorem...

This is a truth that can only be understood after studying, and it is completely different from the knowledge that Erha should know.

But they all shook out of their stupid quarrels, just like the computer has never analyzed the brainless output knowledge and formulas, which has greatly inspired the people who do the analysis.

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

"In short, explore one side first. Only with the data foundation can you find the actual location."

Inspired by Erha, Romney's long-standing knowledge began to emerge.

After being a God King for a long time, although science also requires the support of mathematics, Romney actually has not been exposed to the doctrines and knowledge related to space for a long time.

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

So, stupid people are lucky!

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

At this time, a sick man was sitting in the middle of this pyramid. He kept coughing, feeling the pain of the world, but was unwilling to give up his efforts to live.

To live with all your strength is the only thing the sick girl is doing now.

And when you ask why he is here, he actually doesn't remember it.

I kept drinking the nutrient solution that occasionally leaked from the red blood vessels in front of me at a loss, and excreting it unscrupulously. The sick seedlings have been here for a long time.

He couldn't remember how long it had been, and since he woke up, he had been at the center of what seemed to be the altar.

Originally, he thought that the days ahead would be like the past, but just now, a team of thirty-person strange-fitting warriors came here.

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

"You guys put him down first."

Soon, Romney arrived.

The sick girl was panting and occasionally signaled the Knights of the Templar to provide him with some blood.

Seeing this strange scene, Romney was not in a hurry to speak.

He is waiting.

If all these encounters were not accidental, the sick man would have something to say.

"You are Romney?"

The sick man spoke.

One sentence shows that you know Romney.

“Yes, it’s me.”

Romney was not surprised. This sick man knew him, and he was guessing.

"My body told me."

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

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

"So, I will give you a chance to play chess pieces with me. If you win, let you go."

The sick girl said in her mouth, and she coughed from time to time and sprayed out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Origin?"

"Is it the one we've entered?"

After Romney thought for a moment, he felt relieved.

They will enter that plot, and someone must be planning it.

Then the essence here is the one who led them into that plot.

"Yes, I am his goodness."

"After he left here, he chose evil."

"Maybe the beauty of the past made him reluctant to let me die, so he always half-stood my life."

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

"Maybe it was emotional fluctuations, or it was some kind of thought, so he didn't directly attack you."

"If he takes action, you should be dead."

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

The sick girl coughed, as if she was about to die at any time, but she just said everything firmly.

Romney was listening to good and evil, and thought about the possibility of killing three corpses.

When I was in some fantasy, I suddenly heard that if he attacked you, you would be dead.

I thought it would be so powerful, but I said 70 million.

This made Romney touch the tip of his nose with some fun.

If he does, there is no doubt...

He is dead.

"Yes, let's have a next plate."

Although his mind was moving, there was no good way to break the situation. Romney decided to play a game with this sick man.

Perhaps directly killing the sick girl would be a possibility of breaking the deadlock, but if not.

Then if Romney and others kill the key NPC, they may not be able to pass the dungeon.

There is still such possibility, after all, Erha said it is related to the plot.

Romney thought of the game and dungeon.

If you break the deadlock directly, sometimes you will get stuck, and it will be more than worth the effort.

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 and continue.

"This chessboard is called civilization."

"The rule is very simple. As long as the opponent is exterminated, you will win."

The sick girl didn't expect Romney to agree so readily. He thought he would argue for a while and threaten the uncensored path.

"Well, how do you start?"

Romney nodded.

“It’s time to start now.”

The sick girl suddenly laughed.

Then, the sky was spinning.

Darkness and light intertwined.

Everything is very different.

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"Civilized Chess Board"

"Purpose: to exterminate all other civilizations and survive."

"Current civilization: Fire Soul Civilization."

"Time: Five hundred BC."

"Number of people: two"

After the interweaving of darkness and light, Romney came to a strange continent.

He was in it, but he had no body of his own.

Romney tried to turn his consciousness.

When he swirled over, he saw that the land in front of him could only see a small piece of hexagonal squares on it.

If the thoughts move between the squares, you can see some small words.

These small words tell the properties of Romney's squares.

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

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

These hexagons are surrounded by invisible spaces, and you can feel that there is still extension around you waiting to explore.

Turning back to look, he saw his huge Erha, and at this time he became a small person.

He turned his head stupidly, holding a stick in his left and right hands.

Romney focused on Erha's head.
Chapter completed!