My portable grandfather refreshes every week

Chapter 2 Special Training (No Jeep Version)

Xue Lufen had no idea what was wrong with Old Deng. He had been buried underground in the cathedral and been purified for decades, and all his enemies were probably dead.

It is possible that the empire is finished. After all, according to Lao Deng's memory, the empire has long been in turmoil due to internal and external troubles. Otherwise, it would not have done such a stupid thing as abandoning and framing the empire's general for the sake of party disputes.

This operation is no less than that in the late Ming Dynasty.

Also, it was as if he could go to Lao Deng's world.

From then on, Lao Deng stopped making noises and became so quiet that it seemed as if he had really suffered from schizophrenia before.

However, he seemed to still be observing Xue Lufeng, and even reminded him while Xue Lufeng was playing the game that "an enemy is about to sneak up on you from behind"...

This was the most comfortable day he had had in the past few days.

Late at night, when Xue Lufen fell asleep, he felt as if he had returned to that familiar place again.

A four or five meter tall skeleton demon was sealed tightly inside his body, and the sacred chains that penetrated his body one after another nailed him here.

"What story are you going to tell me today?" Xue Lufen had become accustomed to seeing some of Lao Deng's memories in his dreams every day.

"No, today is a teaching session. I will teach you the complete Imperial Swordsmanship and Divine Arts. You can only leave after you have mastered them."

As he finished speaking, one of the chains on his body seemed to break, and then a long sword inlaid with special runes appeared in front of Xue Falun.

Xue Law: "..."

Good guy, it turns out she has been waiting for him here without making any noise all day.

"I will use my memories to simulate a heroic Death Knight. Only after you defeat it can you leave."

In front of Xue Falun, a skeleton knight wearing armor and holding a huge sword appeared.

In the world of this old undead, there are ordinary, elite, heroic, and legendary levels.

According to his memory, a hero-level fighter would at least have the same combat power as Captain America...

"Draw your sword and defeat the Death Knight. I will teach you the Imperial Swordsmanship and Divine Arts through actual combat." Old Deng's hoarse voice sounded.

"I fight the Death Knight?"

Xue Lufen pointed at himself with a puzzled look on his face.

"You can do it." I don't know where he got the confidence from, he is countless times more confident than Xue Lufen himself.

"No, I can't do it. I will die..." Before Xue Lufen could finish his words, the Death Knight swung the greatsword in his hand. The strong wind blew like a knife, making Xue Lufen's face twitch.

He pulled out the rune sword with all his strength and did an undead roll to avoid it. This simple swing made his hands holding the sword tremble.

Opposite him was a Death Knight nearly three meters tall, wearing heavy armor and a two-meter-long giant sword. His total weight must have been over two tons.

He was a 70-meter-tall prospective college student who had never received any practical training. He weighed kilograms and was holding a sword that was just over one meter long.

Even without considering his extraordinary strength, just considering the scale, it was as outrageous as if he were facing a jeep head-on.

Will it win?
Guaranteed to die!
"Don't run! Face the Death Knight!" roared the old undead, a bony cane appearing in his hand. "I will now teach you the essence of Imperial Swordsmanship: to kill the enemy at all costs!"

……

Xue Lufen didn't know how much time had passed in the consciousness space, and he even felt numb.

He almost forgot that he was still a prospective college student. He just desperately ran away, swung his sword, and fought back...

After being killed countless times and hit by a stick countless times, he was finally able to fight a few moves with the Death Knight.

Then he chanted the divine spell, the only one he had learned, the Holy Light Spell!
In short, it's a spell that only emits light, without any additional effects. It's a very basic spell, and in the Empire, it's just for illumination. It has a certain repelling effect on the undead, but doesn't cause any harm, similar to how humans are repelled by a foul odor.

But after an unknown amount of time in this consciousness space, Xue Falun suddenly had an idea and made some modifications to the Holy Light Technique, turning it into a high-explosive flash bomb.

It can instantly burst out millions of lumens of light, a level that can burn the retina of an ordinary person even with their eyes closed.

"The 911th time." said the old undead.

Xue Lufen picked up the rune sword, assumed a standard imperial swordsmanship stance, and faced the nearly three-meter-tall Death Knight.

His steps became steady, his eyes focused.

"Roar!"

The Death Knight attacked with a huge sword weighing hundreds of kilograms, and Xue Falu had no intention of blocking it.

He tried to block the attacks with his rune sword countless times, but was beaten to death without exception. To him, the Death Knight's sword swing was no different from a steamroller falling from the sky and hitting him.

As the undead rolled over, he began to chant, and then a ball of light appeared in his hand that seemed to be constantly spinning.

"Holy Light Technique!"

He threw out a small ball of light, which then exploded in front of the Death Knight. The intense holy light made the Death Knight retreat continuously and stiffen.

The rune sword that fell from the sky pierced into the Death Knight's empty eye socket. Xue Fa Lu hung on the sword and quickly chanted in the Imperial language.

"Holy Light Technique!"

The pure white ball of light slammed into the Death Knight's eye sockets, and the next moment, a violent light exploded inside the Death Knight's skull.

Xue Lufen jumped down nimbly and rolled on the ground, avoiding the Death Knight's dying counterattack.

After the 911th death, Xue Fa Lun finally killed the heroic Death Knight.

"I was right about you, kid!" The old undead seemed to be extremely excited. Xue Lufen could hear the tremor in his hoarse and crazy words.

"Take a day off. Tomorrow, join me in crushing the empire! Hahahahaha!"

and many more……

Xue Falun looked at the time above the old ghost's head and found that time seemed to have stopped at 3 days and 8 hours.

Something was wrong. Although his mind did not notice the change of time later on, it was impossible that only a dozen hours had passed. At least several months should have passed in his perception.

Xue Lufen opened his eyes. It was already bright outside and noon. He suddenly picked up his cell phone.

"I slept for 12 hours..." Xue Lufen looked at the time in astonishment. He had died more than 12 times in the consciousness space. It was impossible that only hours had passed!
"With 100 times the consciousness acceleration, only half a day has passed in the outside world, but here, you have actually undergone 50 days of training." The voice of the old undead sounded, with a strange "hehehe" laugh.

"You are now comparable to the Empire's elite warriors. You have met my requirements."

"Although it's still as weak as an insect, it has already met the basic requirements."

Xue Lufen listened to the endless chatter and fell silent.

Ignoring the buzzing in his head, he stretched out his hand and chanted "Holy Light!" in the Imperial language he had learned.

The blazing ball of light was spinning in his hand. Xue Lufen stared at the ball of light intently, with a strange light flashing in his pupils.

On Blue Star, in his hometown, he was successfully released as if in a dream!
　Mengxin’s new book has been signed. I hope you will collect it and read it. Thank you very much!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)