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"No, it's useless if you ask me..."

Lao Luo's scalp was also numb for a while, and he finally realized what he had forgotten before - he was only thinking about how to get close to the Roman emperor, but he forgot that the muscular gorilla with a mind full of force is the ultimate murderer King, and the killing efficiency is far beyond anyone's imagination.

And the result is what it is now, what kind of Roman emperor, what kind of emperor's own mother, it doesn't matter now, the fanatic shouts from the audience have overshadowed everything, they even worship the ultimate murderer as a god of war.

Although in a sense, this is not wrong, but how should they follow up?

"...Continue to come."

Taking a deep breath, Lao Luo gritted his teeth.

"Follow the script, that's the only way to go."

"This……"

Seeing how thick the rice was, there was nothing Dubin could do.

It can only be said that one step at a time counts as one step at a time, maybe the effect will be better?

"call……"

Thinking of this, Dubin let out a sigh of relief and started to walk towards the VIP seats.

The crowd in front of them dispersed automatically. Whether it was guards or spectators, although it was impolite for a gladiator who was a slave to step into the stands, no one dared to say that he was facing the bloody and terrifying figure at this moment. Can go up and block even for a second.

Who dares to stop the pace of God of War?Who can stop the pace of God of War?

No one can, no one can.

So when Dupin raised his head and tried to find the figure of the Roman emperor, the VIP seats in the stands were already empty.

"Ah, this, isn't..."

Du Bin was completely dumbfounded. You must know that he originally wanted to come here to find the girl in red to swear allegiance according to the script, but now... where did the Roman emperor go?

"Well, let me ask..."

"God of War! God of War!!!"

Before Dubin could say anything, he was completely overwhelmed by the fanatical cheers and the swarming crowd.

Roman Holiday, Passion in the Arena: Chapter 155, Chapter 140, Chapter [-] In the Name of God ([-] words)

So, that night, Du Bin lost contact with Haohou Mi Smartou.

No way, Lao Luo was taken back to the rest room of the arena, while his side was surrounded by the audience to the Temple of War God - although Dubin didn't think it, the one with the shield There is something similar to the stone statue, but those fanatical people insist that they are exactly the same.

Of course, such a noisy scene naturally aroused local dissatisfaction, and several priests in charge of managing the temple rushed out on the spot with the guys.

However, just when Dubin thought that he was about to be saved, these priests who had heard about Dubin's deeds directly swung the thing in their hands on the statue of the God of War.

"The statue is wrong!"

The bearded priests shouted loudly.

"We'll change it now!"

Seeing that these clergymen were so reasonable, the already fanatical people became more and more emotional. They invited Dubin to the temple, placed their seats in front of the flame that symbolized the worship of the God of War, and then, as if they were worshiping a real god, Bring those delicacies over.

This Dubin couldn't refuse. After all, he really needed something to eat after playing here for a day. Although he didn't feel hungry, he would become weak if he didn't eat for a day.

What's more, he already knew that this quest line had already been strengthened. Facing the test of a sudden increase in difficulty, he naturally had to maintain a good state at all times.

But eating people with empty teeth is not good after all, especially when facing the eager eyes of the people-Dubin can feel that although these delicacies are enshrined in name, they are actually a trade.

For him who possesses force, the people gave him delicious food as a reward, and after receiving these rewards, he naturally had to satisfy the wishes of these people.

"So what do you want?"

Dupin, who was full of food and drink, spoke.

"Where to? Who to kill?"

"it is good!!!"

Seeing that the living God of War actually spoke, the fanatical crowd immediately burst into cheers—but this time, when the clergy intended to maintain order, these people still lined up in a long line and came one by one.

Of course, those priests must be at the top of the queue. After all, only when they are done with their work can they be free to maintain order.

"So what do you want from me?"

Sighing, Dubin looked at the priest in front of him.

"As long as I can do it, I will not refuse."

"This……"

The minds of the few priests in the front line went blank.

Although they had the first opportunity to meet the God of War by virtue of their status, they really couldn't remember what to pray for—mainly because their understanding of the God of War came from the people Their chattering explanations, as well as the vowed praise of some people in the temple who went to the arena to watch the gladiators came back.

In a sense, these priests did not actually believe in the so-called God of War coming to the world. After all, they themselves served the God of War, and they knew better than the common people that the so-called God of War would never come to this world.

In fact, when the people just gathered that person into the temple, the priests were going to announce that he was a false god—but a few of the following staff members went to the arena to watch the gladiatorial fight , They held these priests tightly, and told the horror scene at that time with their own mouths.

What can that say?Is it necessary to say "You are a fake" to a hundred-man enemy within five steps?

Their hearts aren't that big yet, they haven't lived enough.

"So... is there any way to prolong life?"

An elderly priest expressed his most concerned issues.

"We all know that fighting can make people's bodies strong...so, as the god of war, do you know if there is any way to prolong life through fighting?"

"Uh, you're asking this?"

Dubin couldn't help scratching his head for a while.

No, he was just preparing to say something politely, he didn't intend to be a god to meet people's needs—there is only one task he can accept, that is where to go, who to kill, other than that, Other problems were too difficult for him.

Just like now, this old lamp is still grabbing him to debate scriptures?Is this really how people live?

"I don't know how to prolong life."

Dubin shook his head and decided to tell the truth.

"But when you look like you are afraid of death, you are not far from death!"

Bang!

The armrest of the chair carved out of marble was crushed by a palm.

What was also shattered was the words that the old priest had planned to say.

The old priest originally wanted to refute a few words, after all, for them clergy, debating scriptures has almost become their instinct - but after seeing the smashed stone handrail, he finally moved his mouth The words on the side swallowed.

After all, no matter how slow the old priest is, he has already noticed it now. If he continues to talk now, I'm afraid...

"I don't think you're right!"

Just as the old priest was sweating coldly, a young priest stood up.

This young priest has a big arm and a round waist, and looks quite powerful. In fact, he is also the strongest one in the entire God of War Temple, and he is also the one who fights the most fiercely-in the fighting training, this young priest was alone. He could easily subdue ten opponents, and in the usual hunting, this young priest even gave birth to tigers and leopards.

In a sense, this young man who is proficient in combat is obviously the most suitable person to be the priest of the God of War Temple, and this young priest is indeed trained as the next generation successor.Therefore, this young priest is not only proficient in combat, but also proficient in scriptures and documents.

It is precisely because of this that this young priest has a passion for debating scriptures that far exceeds that of his peers.

"I think what you said is wrong! How could the gods not know the way to prolong life!"

The young priest argued.

"When you are afraid of death, you are most likely to die. This has been recorded, but according to the tenth edition of the God of War Prayer, this article has been removed. According to the latest research conclusions of the city of Rome..."

"...Stop, stop, I know what you want to say."

Du Bin, who was caught debating the scriptures, shook his head helplessly.

"It's all right here, okay?"

"No, it's not over yet."

The young priest shook his head again and again.

"In the deeds of the twelve main gods, there have been some legends about treasures. Although they cannot make people live forever, they can prolong life. According to the research conclusions drawn from the Vulcan Temple of the God of Fire... "

"...When are you going to talk about it?"

Dupin's complexion is getting worse and worse.

"No, I'm in a hurry here..."

"Time, the most indispensable thing for a god is time."

The young priest at the top of the debate obviously couldn't listen to other people's words.

"So, as believers of the God of War, we must fully understand the profound meaning of the gods and implement the will of the gods, instead of worshiping some fake things like we are doing now..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, the head of the young priest burst open like a watermelon.

"Ha, I've already gone to heaven!"

Wiping the brains on his hands, Dubin grinned.

It was indeed comfortable, as comfortable as killing a buzzing fly. After killing this classic debate boy, he finally found peace of mind.

"So, he who went to the kingdom of heaven has achieved true immortality. Does anyone else want to accompany him?"

"Need not!"

The remaining few priests quickly knelt on the ground, but they didn't dare to answer any more.

Although it is nominally going to the kingdom of heaven, can this way of bursting the head really be regarded as reaching the kingdom of heaven?These priests didn't know, and they didn't dare to ask, after all, they were also afraid that they would be the next ones to go to heaven.

"Hey……"

Looking at these priests who bowed their heads and said nothing, Dubin couldn't help shaking his head.

If Lao Luo was still at hand, the clever Houmi might still find a way to use these priests—after all, these priests and believers together are quite a force.But if it were him...he has never been very good at this aspect, especially this kind of inexplicable interpersonal communication, which is really his weakness.

"Why not."

Dubin thought for a while, then raised all the people up, saying that he wanted to announce something.