Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 216 This is so filial

Arena magic circle.

What Heine didn't expect was that he actually peeled a head out of the apparently dead Lloyd...

Yes, his soul was just like those Nazgul and Katie who was bound to the whisper, only a confused head was left.

But when this silver ethereal head popped up, he was relieved.

This is real.

After all, it was an ancestral bone profile, more like the face on the family tree.

Heine has been given ptsd by the Zanluo people.

Even their ancestors could be fakes. God knows if this Lloyd is real.

so far so good.

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

Dylan: "You go ahead."

It was obvious that he wanted to go in with him, but Yuan Ling's affinity was not enough.

When the four skeletons heard that they had something to eat, they hurriedly joined in.

"Take me in"

"I want to go too"

"+1"

"I know, I know."

...

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

Heine was still floating in the sky, overlooking everything.

Lloyd, who entered the magic circle, slowly absorbed the silver fragments of light and looked around blankly.

"New member?" Nobita approached cautiously this time: "Hello, this is the Kingdom of God after death. What is your name?"

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

At this time, Brother Flathead came over.

He stared at that face for a long time before hesitatingly said: "You are the old man who runs the leather armor shop in the market? Why are you like this? Where is Ursa?"

He looked at the skeletons again and hesitated: "You...you won?"

"Ursa's heart is in the middle."

Teacher Xia replied.

The flat-headed brother’s pupils were shaken!

Actually... actually did it?

He looked up at the sky, disbelief written on his face.

"Where is the soul priest?" he asked again.

"Dead, he died first"

Brother Flathead was shocked to the point of numbness.

Mr. Sa couldn't help but said: "You just patched it up, the damage was all caused by Lloyd, why are you pretending?"

Teacher Xia: "I didn't say I was the one who killed him. He understood it so well. Does he blame me?"

Mr. Sa: "As expected of you!"

...

While they were complaining, Heine was already chatting with Brother Flathead.

"Now can we talk about the spirit summoning ceremony?"

"Yes, that's okay."

Brother Flathead's attitude is much better.

"You must have learned about the ceremony process from Farkas. It is no different from that when you are promoted. You are still in the arena. There is no need to fight. You just desperately think about your father..."

Heine: "Wait a minute, so my father is still alive and can't be promoted?"

He meant this as a joke, but he didn't expect that Brother Flathead actually nodded seriously:

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

Damn it?

Are you so filial...

"You may have misunderstood. This 'patricide' is spiritual, not material. Can you understand?"

Brother Flathead couldn't help but explain: "Sorry, I forgot that this is the McCalla Mountains. The strength you have shown is really... unimaginable to me."

It was obvious that he had learned some basic common sense from Saberia and would not make the same mistake again.

However, Heine always felt that this psychological concept was a bit subtle coming from the mouth of a Zanluo man, and in the name of "popularizing science."

"It's okay... so the first ancestor summoned by every ancestral spirit warrior is his father?"

"Yes."

Heine: "...For example, what happens to the sons of a patriarch who is as powerful as Ursa?" "They are all cowards. They live in the shadow of Ursa all their lives until he dies, and then they They will rise up like awakened wolves and bite each other until the winner is determined.”

Is this okay? ?

Heine: "What about Ursa's grandsons? If they pass the spirit summoning ceremony and become gladiators, they can be promoted to level five in the future, and Ursa is still alive at that time..."

Brother Flathead: "By that time, Ursa will have grown old and become a dusk wolf with all his fangs.

"As a former warrior, if he dare not face death and become a help to his descendants, he will have lost his glory and courage, and he deserves to die.

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

Damn, perfect logic!

Heine really wanted to give the Zanluo people a round of applause.

This situation was vaguely developing in the direction he guessed.

Zan Luo people are "immortal".

They have a resurrection pool, which is even a bit like Odin's Hall of Valor. The dead warriors can live forever in it and enjoy fighting and wine, so they have no fear of death.

"So the fighting consciousness of the ancestor spirits has nothing to do with the real ancestors?" Heine asked again.

"Yes, they will accept the common teachings of the great ancestors after death."

Brother Pingtou said with an indescribable pride:

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

"The strong are facing the end of their lives, while the weak are getting a chance to become stronger. This is much more fair than the mages brag about!"

more and more like...

This collective sense of shared militancy also seems a form of contamination.

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

"Of course he would voluntarily sacrifice for his son's growth. This would not only help his son, but also save himself."

Brother Flathead: "He was sick and had no money to buy medicine, so he asked me to break his neck, so as not to 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 in the sky."

Heine was confused. Isn't this still physical patricide?

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

Having said this, Brother Flathead's eyes dimmed.

It's like waking up from a dream.

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

"On the day I was promoted, I stood in the arena and recalled the moment I killed my father. I saw the hope and expectation in his eyes, and then imagined my grandfather, a fearless warrior, looking at me from the sky...

"When I came back to my senses, the ancestral spirits sitting in the audience stood up and applauded me. I saw a stronger father and a stranger floating in the air. They were as approving as I imagined. looking at me.

"I believe that every ancestral warrior is like me, stepping into the arena with pride and honor, but I didn't expect that the truth would be like this..."

Brother Flathead couldn't speak any more.

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

"Have you communicated with those two guys?"

The two ancestral spirits of the other party spent a day here and have regained some of their sanity.

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

Brother Pingtou said bitterly: "They knew their names and were very afraid of me. They did die at my hands. I don't understand why the priests lied to me... Could it be that all the spirit summoning rituals are lies?"

"You have to think so."

Heine comforted: "You found two slaves to play your father and grandfather, and they played the role with full devotion. You also believe from the bottom of your heart that as long as you don't wake up from the dream, all this is true."

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

"Then wake up. Face reality."

Heine probably guessed how the Zanluo people's inheritance was realized, but now they lacked a solid foundation.

He let go of the autistic flat-head brother 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 responded with fear and confusion, so Heine had to give up temporarily.

He left the skeletons who were cursing because they didn't get the melon to play in the arena, and he came out first.

"How was it?" Dylan asked.

"I can't tell you anything. We have to wait for him to recover for a while, but I have a guess."

"What guess?"

Heine: "The Zanluo people have a huge river of souls, which is like the legendary river of souls in the underworld, but it has the opposite effect.

"The souls of the dead returned to the river and merged with each other. In the end, the fighting consciousness of the strong was retained.

"During the spirit-calling ceremony, the consciousness in this river depicts the appearance of the gladiator's ancestors based on his imagination, and the river gives him a fighting consciousness.

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

Heine looked at the bottle in his hand and stared at the brown piece of leather.

This thing... what is it?

(End of this chapter)