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Chapter 4: Even with all my efforts, I still cannot win

Seeing the old man sinking into emo and about to fall into madness again, Xue Lufen said, "You said before that you could send me to your world?"

The old man seemed to have recovered. He nodded and said, "It was only after two days that I was able to establish a brief contact with my original body..."

As he explained, Xue's law also became clear to him.

For some unknown reason, the old undead's body is still sealed underground in the Imperial Cathedral, and only Xue Lufen's soul is inside his body.

After unremitting efforts, the old undead finally established a certain connection with the original body, and could try to use his soul as a medium to transmit Xue's law through dreams.

Just like Xue's law enters the space of consciousness through dreams.

The purpose of training Xue Fa Lun with the Death Knight and the crutch was to give him the basic ability to survive in the Empire.

"Let's go, I'm ready." Xue Lufeng said.

Although he felt extremely resentful towards the old man for pulling him into the consciousness space for special training for dozens of days, he still considered him half a master.

Moreover, the old man was really generous and taught Xue Lufen all the martial arts and magic he knew.

Although his current skills in imperial swordsmanship can only be considered minor, and his divine arts only include the Holy Light Technique, this extraordinary knowledge is a priceless treasure for a mortal like him.

It seems that the old man doesn't have many days left. Xue Lufen decided to help him fulfill his last wish in the last three days, as a reward for this extraordinary knowledge.

"Old man, let's agree on everything we need to do this time." Xue Lufen began to talk to the old man inside his body.

"The first target is the royal family, the second is the Julia family, are there any others?" Xue Lufen continued to ask, "The Holy See and the Undead Scourge? These are also your enemies, right?"

Xue Falun knew that this was the old man who was sealed by the Holy See, and that solving the undead disaster was his lifelong dream.

Even though Xue Falun knew that it was impossible for him to accomplish these two things, he still asked.

"No need. The Holy See defeated me fairly, and I killed one of their popes because of it. I don't hold a grudge against them," the old undead said. "As for the undead scourge, that's not something you can solve, so I won't force you to do anything."

Then, there will be more detailed planning discussions.

Late at night, Xue Lufeng had made all the preparations and said, "Let's go."

……

In the Holy Norton Empire, underground in the Eastern Cathedral, inside the Heretic Purification Center.

Xue Fa Lun appeared within a hundred meters underground. The surroundings were eerily quiet and eerily bright.

The entire scene was like an underground tomb, with a giant bone sword stuck in the center of the tomb. Surrounding it were unknown statues of gods, and holy light shone from each statue onto the giant bone sword.

The huge bone sword was clearly covered in flesh, blood, and blood vessels, and should have been extremely evil, but for some reason, it exuded a sacred feeling.

This bone magic sword is the real body of the old man inside the body.

"Old man, I always feel that the Church does not want to kill you, but wants to purify you?" Xue Lufen looked at the magic sword that was both evil and sacred, and the way it was inserted into the stone, it looked like a holy sword for future heroes to use.

Perhaps the Holy See just wanted to wipe out the old man and retain only the original power of the sword. After all, their own pope was dead, and it would be a big loss if they didn't get anything out of it.

He had no choice but to keep the magic sword transformed by the old man and pray that it could purify the evil and preserve his vitality.

If the plan can be completed, the Holy See will have a holy sword, and this power can even be passed down forever from generation to generation.

Xue Falu guessed most of it in an instant.

He walked to the magic sword and grasped the hilt.

A familiar feeling came over him, as if the sword itself was one with him, and was even calling him.

"What should I do? Just draw the sword?" Xue Lufen asked.

"Yes, draw your sword, and then we can become one, just like Daigo and Tiga." The old undead said. Xue Falun: "..."

He regretted showing the old man the special effects drama.

Xue Lufen reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword again. A cool feeling climbed up his arm. He clenched his hands tightly, as if without any defense, and prepared to draw the sword without saying a word.

At this moment, the old undead who was watching all this stared blankly at Xue Lufen, as if he couldn't believe that he believed his words.

"Wait, do you trust me so much? Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to escape, kill you, and then take over your body?" The old undead looked at the reckless Xue Lufen and couldn't help but say.

"Don't worry, I believe you, old man." Xue Lufen said, seemingly without any defense.

But inside the space of consciousness, the skeleton demon stared at Xue Lufen, and the indescribable loneliness and uneasiness shook the chains.

Xue Lufeng knew that the old man had been traumatized and did not trust anyone. He also felt that anyone would betray him.

Xue Lufen just agreed with what he said. He could control the space of consciousness, and at that time, the worst that could happen was that he and the old man would be killed in battle.

However, the old man seemed to be shocked by this undisguised belief, but he seemed to think about it and felt that this child was living in such a beautiful world after all, and had become a person who had experienced light...

"Is this the reason why I can never become Da Gu..." The old undead soul tortured himself in his heart.

Perhaps he understood that when he compared himself to his ideal person, he found that there was no comparison.

I lost... I lost in every aspect...

Even in this situation, do I still have to be so petty?
The old undead seemed to reveal a trace of shame and annoyance. He immediately said, "Let go. Don't try to use brute force. Let your blood drip onto the sword guard before trying to pull it out."

The old ghost let go of his grudges. This time, he completely believed in Xue's law. The feeling of loneliness and uneasiness disappeared, and he seemed to smile with relief.

I thought about how this child originally lived in an extremely beautiful and peaceful world, and that he risked his life to come to this rotten empire for him.

Come with him to this world of dog history!

I don't need to be vigilant anymore.

A child who can turn into light will never betray himself!
Xue Fa Lu did as he was told. When the blood smeared on the sword guard, the part connected to the guard suddenly opened its terrifying eyes.

The eyeball on the sword guard kept turning, and when it looked at Xue Falu, it narrowed into a slit.

"Click..."

The ground began to tear apart.

Xue Lufen immediately grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it up with force.

The entire earth seemed to begin to tremble, debris fell from the ceiling, the statues underground fell to the ground, and the cracks in the earth became more and more numerous and deeper, as if they were going to bury him alive underground.

At this time, the Cathedral of Holy Light was in a state of tranquility and peace. Countless refugees were praying at the door of the church, and after the monks finished chanting the doctrine, they would take out a whole cart of rice porridge.

Anyone can receive rice porridge, but the prerequisite is that they can recite the doctrine.

The refugees thanked God for his gift and recited the teachings continuously.

In the entire empire, only the Holy See cared about their lives in the end.

But at this moment, inside the Vatican, the richly dressed Pope looked at the intelligence handed over by her subordinates and instantly became extremely angry.

"The Snow Wind City encountered a massive army of Undead Knights. Their terrifying charge was as powerful as gods and ghosts. General Julia couldn't defeat them despite his best efforts." The messenger reported the news from the front line.

"The Crusaders were completely wiped out, the Imperial Knights were completely wiped out, and the Undead Army is only three hundred miles away from the Imperial Capital!" With every word the Pope uttered, the hall became colder.

Everyone was silent, even the most conservative heretic knight had no intention of offending the Pope at this time.

(End of this chapter)