My portable grandfather refreshes every week

Chapter 6 Fighting is fun!

The pair of bone wings covered the sky like a nightmare, blocking out the sunlight in the entire cathedral and causing countless refugees below to start to riot.

There were many people who were panic-stricken, terrified, and kept muttering doctrines in an attempt to ask the gods to drive away the demons.

The knights of the Holy See felt an indescribable evil attacking their brains in that instant, and at the same time, an irresistible fear was invading them.

"Everyone, form a formation and prepare to meet the enemy!" the Knight Commander shouted loudly in an instant.

He immediately took out his giant shield and held it in front of everyone, while the war hammer in his hand emitted a surging light.

They were all high-ranking officials of the Vatican, and they all knew that General Barak's soul was sealed at the bottom of the cathedral, but they could not believe that General Barak, who was about to be purified, suddenly went berserk and broke the seal.

There was no warning, no chance of defense, just like the undead plague that swept across the continent.

The paladins took out their giant shields, the war hammers in their hands shone brightly, and their divine spells were ready to be unleashed.

But all the knights who had experienced the battle twenty years ago only felt cold from head to toe.

They knew the true strength of General Barak. When he was alive, this great general of the empire was basically considered the strongest on the continent. Even after becoming an undead, his strength did not diminish much.

The former Pope, who was also a legendary figure, tried his best, and with the help of countless people from the Paladins, he could only seal him.

He was a powerful man who could withstand the scourge of billions of undead and die together with the Lich King. But now the Church is in decline, and there are only two quasi-legends left. How can they deal with this undead general?

There is a combat power gap of at least several times between the quasi-legendary and the true legendary level.

Will it win?
There's no way to win!
If they have the ability to defeat the Undead General head-on, they will also have the strength to defeat the Lich King head-on, but how is this possible?

But there is no way, their duty is to expel and purify the undead.

Fear turned into anger, and with a roar from the Knight Commander, countless holy light spears condensed from divine arts were thrown at the skeleton demon in the sky, turning into a rain of light cannons and swords.

"You are courting death!" The huge skeleton demon swooped down.

In the original plan, we were not prepared to be enemies with the Holy See, but since the Holy See took the initiative to attack, we will not be the kind of people who will not fight back!
The strong wind almost blew away the people below, and the dust on the ground was blown into a sandstorm by the strong wind.

The battle between knights and demons, the collision between giant shields and magic swords.

The fight between the two sides began.

"Holy Shield Technique!"

The knights were covered with holy light, and the skeleton demon looked at the Pope behind him.

The idea of ​​cutting the back row first flashed through his mind. The Skeleton Demon ignored the Holy Light Spear stuck in his body and stopped fighting with the Iron Can Knights. He flew straight to the back row of the knights, the Pope standing on the throne.

The giant sword broke into pieces. When Xue Falu didn't want to pay attention to these iron-canned paladins, they could do nothing but watch the skeleton demon rush towards their Pope.

The huge magic sword slashed down from top to bottom, cutting the iron and gold throne from above, like a hot knife cutting butter, and slashed towards Pope Alola.

"Grandpa Barak!"

Shouts echoed throughout the church.

The giant sword stopped a few dozen centimeters above Alola's head.

The hideous skeleton demon looked down from above, holy light shone on the demon, and the shadow cast on the female pope who was gasping for breath and whose chest was heaving violently.

"A...Lola..." The hoarse voice of the skeleton demon sounded.

"Protect the Pope!" The Paladins finally rushed in. While their heavy armor provided them with enough defense to withstand some of the damage of a Legendary, it also greatly limited their mobility. The bone wings soared vertically, shattering the cathedral's ceiling before escaping unharmed.

All that was left were a group of helpless paladins wandering in the aftermath of fear, and the female pope gasping for breath.

……

"This is different from our plan. We should have just left."

In a deserted house in the imperial capital, the old undead soul and Xue Fa Lun talked.

"I actually wanted to try out the power just now..." Xue Lufen said embarrassedly.

The original plan did not include fighting with the Holy See, but it was the Holy See that took the first step.

However, Xue Lufen also admitted his mistake obediently. The main reason was that it was the first time he used the power possessed by the old man, which gave him the illusion that he could blow up a planet with one punch.

Commonly known as, floating.

However, they did not kill him. In the transformed state just now, Xue Law was dominant, and the old undead played an auxiliary and coordinating role. He was able to hold him back before he was about to kill him and prevent him from making a mistake.

No, you need to keep a steady mind and not let force control your thinking.

Xue Lufen hurriedly tried to free himself from the pleasure brought by the power. After all, this was not his power. In essence, it belonged to the old undead. He was just a pilot of a Gundam.

And at this moment, he felt something strange in his body.

A drop of dark red liquid dripped onto the ground. Xue Lufen immediately touched his nose, and was stunned by the blood on his hands.

"Something is wrong. Stop the bleeding first, and then use the magic I taught you to stabilize your body." The voice of the old undead came from his mind.

"it is good!"

It was not until several hours later and the sky gradually darkened that Xue Lufen finally stopped the bleeding. He didn't know why. It was clearly just a simple nosebleed, but no matter what he did, he couldn't stop it.

There were drops of blood in many places in this dilapidated courtyard, and many parts of his clothes were stained with blood.

The old ghost remained silent, as if he was examining his body.

"Boy, I have bad news for you." The old undead's tone was very serious, and there was seriousness in his hoarse voice.

"What's wrong?" Xue Lufen leaned weakly against a haystack.

He was very confused as to why he was so irritated. His body was now at least beginning to enter the ranks of the extraordinary, so how could it be even more fragile than when he was in high school?

"The living cannot use the power of the dead." The old dead soul's words carried a stern warning.
"Just now, I could sense the beginnings of death in some of your organs. Thankfully, you're gradually recovering. However, if you use it again, your life will be gradually contaminated by the undead, until you, too, irreversibly become one..."

The old man's tone was like a parent scolding a child, and there was an unparalleled seriousness in his tone.

"At this rate, you can only use my power four times at most."

"Each time you use it, your lifespan will be reduced by a quarter. After the fourth time, you will die completely..."

"And what stood up from you was just a pitiful ghost that carried your memories."

"And now, you only have three-quarters of your life left."

The old ghost's words struck Xue Lufeng's heart like a loud bell. He looked at the blood on his hands in silence, as if he was at a loss.

(End of this chapter)