Chapter 216: This is too good to be filial.
Chapter 216: This Is Too Good To Be Filial
Gladiatorial Arena Phalanx.
What Heine didn’t expect was that he actually peeled a head out of Lloyd, who was clearly dead ……
Yes, his soul was like those Ring Spirits, and Katie who was bound to the top of the Murmuring Whisper, only a muddled head remained.
But his hanging heart dropped as this silver, vaporous spirit head emerged.
It was real.
After all, it was an ancestral bone face, and it looked even more like the one on the genealogy tree.
Heinrich Heine has been ptsd by the Zanzibar.
They could even be imposters of their ancestors, God knows if this Lloyd was real.
Fortunately, okay.
“I’m going to go in and ask him, this won’t hold for long.” Heine said.
Dylan: “You go ahead.”
It was obvious that he wanted to go in with him, but with the Genin affinity laying around, it wasn’t quite enough.
As soon as 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 gladiatorial forest.
Heine was still floating in the sky, overlooking it all.
Lloyd, who had entered the spell, slowly absorbed the silver shattered light and looked around in bewilderment.
“New member?” Nobita approached cautiously this time, “Hello, this is the Kingdom of God after Death, may I ask what your name is?”
Lloyd was startled by the enthusiastic elf and drifted back a few meters.
That’s when Pinkie Pie came over.
He stared at the face for half a day before hesitantly saying, ”You’re the old man who runs the leather armor store in the bazaar? How did you become like this? Where’s Ursa?”
He looked at the skeletons again and hesitantly said, “You …… you won?”
“Ursa’s heart grows right in the middle.”
Mr. Summer replied.
Flathead’s pupils quaked!
Surprisingly…… actually did it?
He looked up at the sky, incredulity written all over his face.
“Where are the Soul Priests?” He asked again.
“Dead. He died first.”
Pinto was shaken to the point of numbness.
Mr. Sa couldn’t help himself, “You just mopped up, the damage was done by Lloyd, why are you pretending?”
Mr. Xia: “I didn’t say I killed him either, he interpreted it that way himself, blame me?”
Mr. Sa: “It’s really worthy of you!”
…
While they were spitting, Heine was already chatting with Brother Pingtou.
“Can we talk about the Spirit Evocation Ceremony now?”
“Yes, it’s okay.”
Pinkie Pie’s attitude was much better.
“The ritual process as you must have learned from Farkas, the promotion is no different from that, still in the gladiator arena, no fighting, just desperately trying to recall your father ……”
Heine: “Wait, so the father isn’t dead and still can’t be promoted?”
He had meant this as a joke, but he didn’t expect Pinkie Pie to nod seriously:
“Yes, the first step to becoming a strong man is patricide.”
Crap?
Is this so coaxing ……
“You may have misunderstood, this ‘patricide’ is spiritual, not material, you can understand, right?”
Flathead couldn’t help but explain, “I’m sorry, I forgot that this is the McCalla Mountains, and the strength you guys have shown is really beyond my …… imagination.”
Obviously, he had already learned some basic common sense from Sabelia and wouldn’t make the mistake again.
However, this kind of psychological concept came out of the mouth of a Zoroastrian, and in the name of “science”, Heine always felt a little subtle.
“It’s alright …… So the first ancestor summoned by every Ancestral Spirit Warrior is the father?”
“Yes.”
Heine: “…… So for example, what happened to the sons of a patriarch as strong as Ursa?” “All cowards, living in Ursa’s shadow all their lives until he dies, then they rise up like awakened wolves and tear each other apart until they are separated.”
And that’s okay?
Heine: “What about, for another example, Ursa’s grandchildren? If they pass the Evocation Ceremony and become gladiators, able to advance to the fifth level in the future, while Ursa is still alive at that time ……”
Flathead: “By that time, Ursa will be dying and become a twilight wolf who has lost all his fangs.
“As a former warrior, if he is afraid to face death head on and become an aid to his children and grandchildren, he has lost his honor and courage, and he deserves to die.
“But conversely, if his grandchildren can’t even kill such a Twilight Wolf, then they don’t deserve to be strong.”
Crap, perfect logic!
Heine really wanted to applaud the Zanjos.
The situation was moving vaguely in the direction he had guessed.
The Zoroastrians were “immortal”.
They had a Resurrection Pool, even a bit like Odin’s Temple of the Spirits, where dead warriors could live forever, enjoying battles and wine to their heart’s content, which was why they had no fear of death.
“So the Spirit of the Ancestors’ battle consciousness has nothing to do with the real ancestors?” Heine asked again.
“Yes. They receive the common teachings of the great ancestors after they die.”
Pinto wore an inexplicable pride:
“On the Highlands, death is an honor, a companion, and the most equal of gifts.
“The strong are ushered to the end of their lives, while the weak are given the chance to become stronger, which is much more fair than those mages boast!”
More and more like it ……
This collective shared sense of battle seems to be a contamination as well.
“So what if a weak father has a brilliant son?” Heine asked, “Like how your father died?”
“Of course he would voluntarily sacrifice for the sake of his son’s growth, which would not only help his son, but also save himself.”
Pinko: “He got sick and couldn’t afford medicine, so he made me snap his neck so as not to delay my promotion.
“He said his father was a mighty warrior of the Ancestral Spirit who died on an adventure, and that his spirit was watching over me from the heavens.”
Heine was confused, wasn’t this still physical patricide?
Combined, it’s not patricide as long as both sides see it as a win-win situation, right?
Speaking of which, Flathead’s eyes darkened.
As if waking up from a dream.
“At least in the past, I have always believed in these ……
“The day I was promoted, I stood in the gladiatorial arena and thought back to the moment I killed my father, and I saw the hope and expectation in his eyes, and then imagined my grandfather, a fearless warrior, watching over me from the heavens ……
“When I looked back, those spirits of my ancestors 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 approvingly just as I had imagined.
“I’m sure every Ancestor Spirit warrior stepped into the gladiator arena with pride and honor as I did, but I didn’t expect the truth to be like this ……”
Pinto couldn’t say any more.
Heine couldn’t bear it, but still had to ask.
“Did you communicate with those two guys?”
The two Ancestral Spirits on the other side had regained some of their sanity after soaking here for a day.
“Talked, otherwise I wouldn’t be like this.”
Flathead said bitterly, “They called out their names and feared me, and did die by my hand. I don t understand why the priests lied to me …… Does it mean that the spirit summoning ceremony is all a lie?”
“Think of it this way.”
Heine soothed, “You got two slaves to play your father and grandfather, and they played them with all their hearts, and you believed from the bottom of your heart that as long as you hadn’t woken up from your dream, it was all true.”
Pinto: “But the dream woke up ……”
“Then wake up. Let’s face it.”
Heine had probably guessed how this legacy of the Zanjos had come to fruition, now all that was missing was a solid hammer.
He spared the self-absorbed Pinhead and found Lloyd, who was dazed and confused under the protection of the Four Skulls.
He asked several questions, however, and the other only returned fear and chaos, so Heine had to give up for now.
He left the skeletons, who hadn’t gotten their melon and so were cursing, to play in the gladiatorial arena and came out first himself.
“Well?” Dylan asked.
“Couldn’t get any results from the questioning, still have to wait for him to recover for a while, but I do have a guess.”
“What guess?”
Heine: “The Zanjos have a huge river of souls, like the legendary Blasphemy River in the Underworld, but with the opposite effect.
“The souls of the dead return to the river and merge with each other, and in the end, the battle consciousness of the strongest is preserved.
“During the ritual of evocation, the consciousness in this river depicts a gladiator’s ancestor according to his imagination and is given a fighting consciousness by this river.
“And Mr. Lloyd, in all likelihood, is a deserter.”
Heine looked at the bottle in her hand and stared at the brown scrap of leather.
What …… was this thing again?
(End of chapter)