I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Not far away, a soldier fell on the ground, clutching his leg and howling in pain.

"As you said, he didn't die. However, how did he achieve such a high altitude?" Du Lin asked strangely.

"This is because the moment Kukul gives the instant death blow, he will also give the resurrection of the death class." The leopard man sighed and shook his head: "Kukul really, such a bad habit is not necessary. Giving sympathy or something..."

"I don't need your opinion, explain it to me directly." Du Lin said in a low voice.

The leopard man returned to the reality of being captured from a small sigh, and said honestly: "In short, if the enemy Kukul encounters is challenged with the determination to die, she will fight. But if there is no awakened enemy, just Spare the other party's life."

"Is it?"

"She will be looked down upon by other goddesses like this... Hey, don't drag me, I will leave by myself."

Du Lin didn't pay attention to her any more, and in his attitude, he also regarded Leopard Man as a tool man who "ask when you need it, and is a slave when you don't need it".

Fall into the city and continue walking forward.

The population of each household in this city is very small, but on the streets leading in one direction, the crowds are very different.

Durin found that there were not only wrestlers transported by Ur, but also soldiers wearing Uruk armor.

I remember that the bulletin board at the gate of the palace also offered a reward for investigating Eridu. Perhaps these soldiers were sent by Gilgamesh to the forest to investigate and disappeared.

Although all these trivial things are not important at all, but inferred from these trivial things, Du Lin analyzed the character of the never-masked Feathered Serpent God.

Ever since he came to Eridu, the impression of a "goddess big sister who likes to wrestle and plunder but doesn't hurt people's life" was imprinted in Du Lin's mind.

Will it be a slender big sister in a grass skirt with arms showing healthy skin, or maybe a muscular woman with dark skin?

Thinking in his heart, Du Lin took Medusa and walked towards the direction where the crowd gathered.

Not surprisingly, his goal for this trip to the south is there.

……

Eridu, the wrestling ring.

Outside the crowd, Du Lin stepped forward step by step, and heard the fist collision sound of violent aesthetics coming from the front.

In front of a temple, a dozen or so Uruk soldiers, or captive men from other cities, gathered around a blond man in a feathered sacrificial helmet and a primitive brown vest in a ring that seemed to have been going on for months. In front of the big sister.

One by one, the men competed with the blond sister for strength with both hands, as if they hadn’t had enough to eat. A man grabbed the ornament extending from the edge of the opponent’s gold wristband, and seemed to want to pull it with one blow, but was pushed forward by the blow. He lifted his collar and threw it out of the ring.

The big sister's shot showed no mercy, and the man who was thrown out of the field smashed on the wall of the temple, embedding a concave mark, and his whole body was covered with blood.

This scene made the participants in the ring shrink back at the same time. Although they have seen many such scenes, their own personal experience is another matter.

It wasn't that they didn't have enough to eat, but that the big sister in front of them was too powerful.

"Don't, don't panic..."

"As long as the number on her wrist is revealed, she can go home."

"There is also the eternal blessing of the goddess."

The participants on the ring cheered for themselves, and the eldest sister waved with satisfaction on her face.

Courage belongs to courage, but she will not hold back...

The eldest sister took the lead and rushed into the crowd. An exaggerated flying kick, which seemed to be flying in the air, covered the face of one of the men, and the latter was kicked out of the field. There was a bang.

This has exceeded the power of the specification, enough to make it fatal.The man who fell to the ground also yelled in pain, but later found that his injuries were not much.

"Uno!" The eldest sister showed a hearty smile, stopped in place and twisted her hands.

The courage that the men on the ring had just summoned up was completely shattered by this blow.

One of them rushed up directly, and let out a roar of self-destruction: "I won't let you get your way!"

It could be called a self-detonating blow, the man opened his hands and sprinted immediately, trying to grab the big sister and throw them into the ring together.

"The opening is too big." The eldest sister chuckled, she didn't directly capture the opponent's weakness and punch the chest or grab the opponent's hand and throw it over the shoulder, but stretched out her hands proactively.

When she could easily suppress and catch weaknesses, she chose the worst method of head-to-head.

The two pairs of arms can be handed over in the next second, and the fingers of both sides clasped together, making a crackling sound. The elder sister smiled happily, and in the next second, the man who was attacking in front yelled in pain.

The eldest sister let him go, and the latter fell to the ground with his arms dislocated, rolling back and forth in pain.

"Dos! You can't be a first-class Mexican wrestler like this." The eldest sister said with a light smile.

Seeing the remaining people with terrified faces, the eldest sister smiled indifferently: "It seems that it is no longer possible? Sure enough, you have to cultivate your confidence tomorrow. OK, there is no surrender here, so you have to do it too." You need to be knocked down. Let’s end this wrestling match first!"

As soon as the words fell, the eldest sister turned into a cruel god, and served the few people in the ring who hated iron and steel with their fists, until the few people in the arena had bruised noses and swollen faces and could no longer stand up.

Compared with the previous few who suffered fatal blows, these last few wrestlers were even more miserable.

dong dong!

A gong and drum sounded, and the referee came to the field: "The winner has been decided!"

"Remember this humiliation, and then turn it into a fist of strength for tomorrow, and swing it at me!" The eldest sister smiled heartily, turned around and walked off the ring, leaving only the residents of Eridu who love and hate back view.

"Sure enough, Master Quetzal is still terrifyingly strong."

"After all, it is the wrestling champion who has won consecutively since the establishment of the temple."

"The guys from Uruk and Ur are really miserable. If you want to go back, you still have to challenge that adult tomorrow."