Gladiatorial Circle.

What Heine didn't expect was that he actually peeled off a head from Lloyd, who was obviously a dead man......

Yes, his soul was like the Ringwraith, and Katie, who was bound to the whisper, with nothing but a muddy head.

But when the silver ethereal head popped up, his hanging heart was also relieved.

It's true.

After all, it is an ancestral bone heirloom, and it is more similar to the face on the family tree tree.

Heine had already been PTSD by the Zanlo.

They can even be impostors of their ancestors, and God knows if this Lloyd is real.

It's okay, it's okay.

"I'm going to go in and ask him, it won't last long." Heine said.

Dylan: "Go ahead." ”

It could be seen that he wanted to go in with him, but Yuan Ling's affinity was there, and it was not enough.

When the four skeletons heard that there were melons to eat, they hurriedly came up.

"Take Me In"

"I want to go too"

「+1」

"Got it, got it."

…

Four figures and a head appeared in the forest of the gladiatorial arena.

Heine still floats in the sky, overlooking it all.

Lloyd, who had entered the circle, slowly absorbed the silver shattered light, and looked around blankly.

"New members?" Nobita approached cautiously this time: "Hello, this is the Kingdom of God after death, what do you call it?" ”

Lloyd was startled by the enthusiastic elf and floated back a few meters.

At this time, the flat-headed brother came over.

He stared at that face for a long time before he hesitated, "Is that the old man who opened a leather armor shop in the market?" How did you get to this? What about Ursa? ”

He looked at the skeletons again and hesitated, "You ...... Did you win? ”

"Ursa's heart grows in the middle"

Teacher Xia replied.

Flat-headed brother pupil earthquake!

Unexpectedly...... Did it really happen?

He looked up at the sky, his face full of incredulity.

"What about the Soul Priest?" He asked again.

"Dead, he died first"

Brother Pingtou has been numb from the shock.

Mr. Sa couldn't help but say: "You just made up a knife, and the damage was all from Lloyd, why did you still pretend to it?" ”

Teacher Xia: "I didn't say that I killed him, he understands it himself, blame me?" ”

Mr. Sa: "It's really you!" ”

…

By the time they were complaining, Heine had already talked to Brother Pingtou.

"Now can we talk about the Soul Summoning Ritual?"

"Yes, it's okay."

Brother Pingtou's attitude is much better.

"You must have also learned from Farkas during the ritual process, that when you were promoted, it was no different from that, it was still in the gladiatorial arena, you didn't need to fight, you just desperately remembered your father......"

Heine: "Wait a minute, so my father can't be promoted if he doesn't die?" ”

He was originally joking, but he didn't expect Brother Pingtou to nod seriously:

"Yes, the first step to becoming a strong man is to kill his father."

it?

Is it so filial piety......

"You may have misunderstood, this 'patricide' is spiritual, not physical, can you understand?"

Brother Pingtou couldn't help but explain: "I'm sorry, I forgot that this is the McKala Mountains, and the strength you showed really made me ...... Unthinkable. ”

It was clear that he had learned some basic common sense from Sabellia and would not make any more mistakes.

However, this psychological concept came out of the mouth of a Zanlo person, and it was in the name of "popular science", which Heine always felt a little subtle.

"It's okay...... So the first ancestor summoned by every Ancestral Spirit Warrior was a father? ”

"Yes."

Heine: "...... For example, what happened to a patriarch like Ursa, what happened to his sons? ”

"They are all cowards, who live in the shadow of Ursa all their lives until he dies, and then they will rise up like awakened wolves and bite each other until the winner is decided."

That's okay too??

Heine: "And what about Ursa's grandson, then?" If they pass the Soul Summoning Ritual and become gladiators, they will be able to advance to the fifth rank in the future, and Ursa will still be alive at that time......"

Flathead: "By that time, Ursa was already dying, and she had become a twilight wolf with all her fangs.

"As a former warrior, if he does not dare to face death and become a helping hand for his descendants, he has lost his glory and courage, and he deserves to die.

"But on the other hand, if his grandson can't even kill such a twilight wolf, then they don't deserve to be strong."

Hell, perfect logic!

Heine really wanted to give the Zanlo a round of applause.

The situation was vaguely moving in the direction he had guessed.

The Zanlo people are "immortal".

They have a resurrection pool, even a bit like Odin's Valhalla, where dead warriors can live forever and enjoy battle and wine, so they have no fear of death.

"So the battle consciousness of the Ancestral Spirit has nothing to do with the real ancestor?" Heine asked again.

"Yes, after they die, they will be taught by the great fathers."

Brother Pingtou with an inexplicable pride:

"On the plateau, death is honor, companionship, and the most equal gift.

"The strong usher in the end of their lives, and the weak get the opportunity to become stronger, which is much stronger than the fairness that those mages boast of!"

It's getting more and more like......

This collective sense of fighting also seems to be a pollution.

"What if a weak father has a good son?" Heine asked, "For example, how did your father die?" ”

"Of course, he will voluntarily sacrifice for the growth of his son, not only to help his son, but also to save himself."

Brother Pingtou: "He was sick and had no money to buy medicine, so I asked him to break his neck, don't delay my promotion."

"He said that his father was a powerful ancestral spirit warrior who died in an adventure, and his soul was watching me from above."

Heine was stunned, isn't this still a physical patricide?

As long as both parties think it's a win-win situation, it's not a father-killing, right?

Speaking of this, Brother Pingtou's eyes dimmed.

It's like waking up from a dream.

"At least in the past, I've always believed in these ......

"On the day I was promoted, I stood in the gladiatorial arena and thought back to the moment I killed my father, I saw the hope and expectation in his eyes, and then imagined my grandfather, a fearless warrior, watching me from heaven......

"When I came to my senses, the ancestral spirits sitting in the audience stood up and applauded me, and I saw a stronger father and a stranger floating in the air, and they looked at me with approval as I had imagined.

"I believe that every Ancestral Spirit warrior is like me, with pride and honor in the gladiatorial arena, but I didn't expect the truth to be like this......"

Brother Pingtou couldn't go on.

Heine couldn't bear it, but he still had to ask.

"Did you communicate with those two guys?"

The two ancestral spirits of the other party had been soaking here for a day and had already regained some of their senses.

"I've talked about it, otherwise I wouldn't be like this."

Brother Pingtou said bitterly: "They can call their own names, and they are very afraid of me, and they did die at my hands." I don't understand why the priests lied to me...... Could it be that the summoning rituals are all deceptive? ”

"You have to think so."

Heine reassured: "You have two slaves to play your father and grandfather, and they play them with all their heart, and you believe from the bottom of your heart that as long as you don't wake up from your dreams, all this is true." ”

Brother Pingtou: "But I woke up from a dream......"

"Then wake up. Suck it up. ”

Heine had probably guessed how this set of inheritance of the Zanro people had been realized, and now there was a lack of a real hammer.

He let go of the autistic flathead and found Lloyd, who was at a loss under the protection of the four skeletons.

However, he asked several questions, but the other party only replied with fear and confusion, and Heine had to give up for the time being.

He threw the skeletons who didn't eat the melons and scolded them in the gladiatorial arena to play, and he came out first.

"How?" Dylan asked.

"I can't tell what the result is, I'll have to wait for him to recover for a while, but I have a guess."

"What speculation?"

Heine: "The people of Zanro have a huge river of souls, similar to the legendary river of blasphemy in the underworld, but it does the opposite.

"The souls of the dead returned to the river and merged with each other, and finally the strong man's fighting consciousness was preserved.

"During the invocation ceremony, the consciousness in the river depicts the appearance of its ancestors according to the imagination of the gladiators, and the river gives the consciousness of battle.

"And Mr. Lloyd, most likely, is a deserter."

Heine looked at the bottle in his hand, staring at the brown shard of leather.

This thing...... And what is it?

(End of chapter)