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Xue Dinglu didn't understand this situation at first. Why would the old Demon Emperor confront his own subordinates?
In his mind, this old man was a man of his word. If he had lived in ancient times, he would definitely have been a tyrant. Unless you could overwhelm him head-on, he might sit down and have a proper chat with you. Otherwise, he would never listen to anything you said.

In particular, the stubbornness characteristic of the elderly always surrounded him, making even Xue Dinglu feel very tired when talking to him.

Who would have thought that he would be forced to resign by his own subordinates today?
Xue Dinglu suddenly found it interesting. What was going on? Was it Xuanwu Gate or Tumu Fortress?
Although gloating is wrong, Xue Dinglu unconsciously began to secretly observe, trying to see what was causing the old man's confrontation.

Fast forward to the scene of the Xuanwu Gate attack!

Although it's somewhat unethical, that's the first thing Xue Law thought of.

However, after he carefully learned what had happened, he immediately showed a puzzled expression.

"Commander, you cannot leave now! The Kingdom of Heaven still needs you!"

"Commander, you can't! You can't abandon us like this! We're willing to fight alongside you!"

"Quack, I don't want to see this scene!"

Xue Law: "..."

The old Demon King seemed very impatient. He finally said, "I have no choice but to do this. Your presence is useless and only causes me trouble. After I leave, Heaven will be under Obsidian's control!"

"You are all the future of the Kingdom of Heaven. Do not lose your lives because of my personal matters. This is my command as the leader!"

"Cuck!"

"Hey!"

"Goo!"

A strange screech erupted from below, and then someone immediately said, "Commander, we also want to fight alongside you! If you disagree, then let's follow our rules: a duel! Let's settle this with pure skill. If you can defeat all of us, then it's your choice!"

After a moment of silence, the old Demon Emperor replied, "Then let's fight!"

Xue Law: "..."

In your world, does every disagreement lead to a fight? Or does making eye contact on the street always spark a battle?
How is Howard doing in this world? Does he beat someone up every time he wants to have sex in the bedroom to decide who's on top?

……

After some time, the old Demon Emperor came directly to Xue Luding's side. He seemed to have convinced everyone and said, "Let's go!"

He brought with him his few possessions, mainly knowledge and books, primarily the history of Earth that Xue Lude had taught him, from the history of the Qin Dynasty to modern history, from the French Revolution to the LGBTQ community in the Americas...

This was the only thing he brought with him. He even arranged for someone to make a copy of these books and place it in this world for future leaders of the Kingdom of Heaven to study.

"Oh." Xue Dinglu opened his consciousness space, and the old Demon Emperor went straight in.

He knew this place very well; the magic academy here had even been destroyed once during his battle with Xue Luding, though it was later repaired. Only the towering trees in the distance were a bit of an eyesore.

The old Demon Emperor frowned. The air still held the aura of the undead, but he didn't care and sat down on the magic academy's playground, closing his eyes to meditate.

"So what exactly happened?" Xue Luding asked the old Demon Emperor while calculating spatial coordinates.

Each time the dimensional blade in his hand slid through the air, it seemed as if it could slice through the space itself.

"It's nothing. My departure was leaked, so early this morning, a group of people surrounded the door, saying they wanted to come with me... But when dealing with the undead, numbers are actually a disadvantage, and I don't want all the people I've painstakingly trained to die like this." The old Demon Emperor seemed a bit... arrogant?
Although this word is a bit abstract to describe this nearly 4-meter-tall, grotesque demi-human that looks like a combination of a lizard and a centipede, Xue Law still wants to complain. The old man was clearly very moved, but he still spoke with extreme sarcasm and dissatisfaction.

Xue Dinglu didn't intend to offer any further advice, and he soon discovered the coordinates himself.

"I'm about to begin the teleportation," Xue Dinglu said.

The dimensional blade cleaved open a cross-shaped portal in mid-air. This time, he didn't intend to conceal his presence through possession, but instead chose to go directly there and resolve the source of the undead calamity as quickly as possible.

If they were to gradually recover their power through possession, it would be far too slow. It would be better to simply use the old Demon Emperor's name to teleport directly there and, as a "space mercenary," directly resolve the undead calamity.

It would be best to eliminate everything completely before the Undead King could react.

Then, as is customary, the coordinates are deflected using the technology of interstellar columns.

Xue's Law felt that it was unlikely that he would encounter the Eighth Apostle, since the Scourge was merely a means for Him to harvest souls and corpses, and this Apostle would not directly intervene for the sake of a mere lich on a planet.

Unless Xue's Law is extremely unlucky, this situation will not occur.

If, upon arriving in that world, the entire world has become a paradise for the dead, and all the living are extinct...

Then let's just destroy the planet...

At this moment, the old Demon Emperor was also looking at the portal with a very solemn expression. It seemed that he was feeling apprehensive about returning home, or that he had no idea what the situation was like in his hometown, or how far the undead calamity had progressed.
How many of my people are still alive?

The closer he got to this point, the more nervous and uneasy he became.

"Buzz!"

And so, the two of them stepped into the portal together.

……

The Continent of Conflict—that's how the indigenous people named the land beneath their feet.

They are clearly an extremely powerful race, so powerful that legends are commonplace and myths abound. Under such circumstances, teleportation should have been known to everyone by now. However, among the people of this continent, only a very few people know how to teleport.

Everyone else was desperately squeezing out their life force to generate short-term fighting power.

In a world where three-year-olds have to start poking chimneys to make a living, and four-year-olds have to fight wars with spears several times taller than themselves, simply surviving is a luxury that countless people dare not even dream of.

The younger generation has begun to fantasize about the "unified era" that the older generation talks about.

The elders often say that they also had a good life when they were young. Back then, a guy who called himself the "Demon Emperor" defeated all the races in the world and established a unified empire without war. At that time, they didn't need to worry about when tomorrow or death would come, or whether they would have to fight for a way out while they still had the strength when they got old. Those 14 years were the happiest time of their lives...

The old man said that although he was only 60 years old, which would only be considered middle-aged in this world, for people like them who live to be over 150, 60 years old is really just the beginning of adulthood.

He was only a young adult, but because he relentlessly pushed himself to the limit, he has aged so much.

Or perhaps, in order to survive in this shitty world, they can only desperately squeeze out their life force to gain strength, and they still understand the principle that dying later is better than dying now.

So, even though he had only recently come of age, his eyes were already cloudy, his hair was gray and brittle, and he looked like he was about to die.

"Old man, why did such a great empire disappear?" the young man asked.

"I don't know... I don't know... why did the empire collapse like this?" The old man said blankly, looking at the desolate world, backward, lifeless, and the endless undead wandering in the wilderness in the distance.

If the empire were still standing, would those dead monsters still be so arrogant?

He didn't know. All he knew was that back then, the Demon Emperor of the Empire died, and the collapse began instantly. First, all sorts of nobles divided up the land, claiming that they were their subjects and needed to pay taxes for the next few decades. They pointed to the great river and swore that they would protect them.

Then, a few years later, the nobles were driven out, and a group of generals arrived. They collected taxes for several decades, claiming it was necessary to protect their lands.

A few years later, a large group of people calling themselves the "Imperial Ministry" drove out the general and occupied the place. They claimed that in order to restore the glory of the empire, they would collect taxes for 90 years before they could rebuild the glory of the empire.

Then, the undead arrived, and the Imperial forces, seeing the situation was dire, fled, leaving only these people to fight off the undead.

He thought again of the day the empire collapsed, when countless people around the world cheered and shouted excitedly, "The empire is dead! The tyrant is dead!" and when they tore down the Demon Emperor's statue and destroyed all the knowledge he had left behind, the old man even felt a little dazed.

In a daze, it seemed as if that incomparably powerful empire, free from war, was still appearing before his eyes.

Now, this small settlement has only a little over a hundred people left. No one even knows if they can withstand the next undead attack. They might not even need the undead tide to come before they completely give up and become one of the undead.

Finally, he wandered aimlessly in his former homeland, seemingly remembering nothing but wandering around, until he finally died under the control of a higher-level undead, becoming cannon fodder in the attack on other cities.

More than 40 years have passed since the empire fell...

The old man thought to himself that the legacy of the old Demon Emperor's empire still influenced many people. Back then, everyone was still dividing themselves into different races, such as demons, tree spirits, spirits, beastmen, and so on.

But now, no one refers to their race anymore, because everyone has become a hybrid. Although the empire was only glorious for such a short time, many things left behind by the empire still affect them in every aspect.

With racial integration, the brutal infighting and horrific killings between races ceased. After experiencing a series of wars such as aristocratic separatism and warlord conflicts, people increasingly missed the former empire. They even felt a strong urge to slap themselves when they thought about how happy they were when that empire fell.

After the empire's collapse and the ensuing chaos, the warlords continued to abide by the rules established during the imperial era and united together.

It wasn't because the warlords had a conscience, but because the dead had come...

After the empire's destruction, this war-torn continent experienced its most devastating war, with corpses strewn across the land and rivers of blood flowing. In just ten years, the population, which had once exceeded 100 million, was reduced to a mere 40 million.

At that time, he could hardly imagine what kind of scene he was seeing: there really was a couple in the sliced ​​beef and tripe, and there really was a child in the claypot rice...

Some warlords even felt there wasn't enough food, so they tied up thousands of people and took them with them, playing with them while eating them. After the battle, the extra people were used one by one to test the power of magic, turning into a rain of blood.

Or they dug a large pit and buried all the mobile rations alive in the soil.

Whether it was divine punishment or a mockery of them, the dead corpses suddenly rose up one day and were given a new name: "the undead"!
An even more brutal and bloody war between the living and the dead has begun.

Their small settlement was located in an area completely surrounded by the undead. Other settlements in the vicinity had either been breached or had long since fled to the warlord-controlled cities deeper within the region.

Evil will be punished?

It seems there has never been any logic to this, yet the warlords and nobles who caused the undead calamity still hide in big cities.

This is what a chaotic world is like!
This small settlement has only been able to survive to this day because I learned a lot about defensive fortifications and combat magic in the Imperial Academy when I was a child.

However, I may not be able to hold on any longer.

"Dang! Dang!"

As the bell rang, the people who had been boasting together immediately frowned and hurriedly rushed to the earthen rampart that had been erected.

"Undead, the undead are coming again! This time, there's also a bone dragon!" When the scout's voice came, everyone panicked even more.

They had been living day by day, but they never expected that day would come so soon.

In the distance, an enormous skeletal dragon advanced, and beside it, countless skeletons, like a flock of sheep being herded, headed towards their settlement.

Everyone's faces were ashen; they couldn't understand why such a mythical bone dragon would exist here...

Now they can't even escape. A few days ago, they might have been able to escape to a big city, but now, if they dare to leave the settlement, they will only be attacked by the undead with even greater excitement.

Only by holding the settlement to the death can we hope that the bone dragon is just passing by, or that these undead will not be willing to fight to the death against the natural barrier they have dug.

But all their plans failed; the undead simply stepped on any traps, using their sheer numbers to flatten them into level ground.

Any obstacle will be filled with the stacked skeletons that climb, forming a bone wall.

The old man saw what lay ahead and realized that their settlement was merely a speed bump in the bone dragon's path. The bone dragon's target wasn't them; it seemed to be just passing through, crushing them like a speed bump. The bone dragon's goal was something much further away, yet they were helpless and could only wait to die.

The settlement is finished...

Once breached by the bone dragon, even without the bone dragon's intervention, the skeletons will hunt down the living like madmen, and even hiding underground won't save them...

But in reality, many small settlements like theirs disappear every day, just like them, and perhaps become part of the undead.

Perhaps so; this is what chaotic times are like. (End of Chapter)