My portable grandfather refreshes every week

Chapter 8: Born Evil Old Ghost from Another World
"Stop asking, stop asking... You're going to drive the child crazy!" Xue Lufen's expression was almost becoming extremely abstract like the one in "The Scream".

He is only 18, but he is already being pressured into getting married and having or children.

There used to be an abstract joke on the Internet that parents only needed two days before the college entrance examination to change from prohibiting premature love to urging their children to get married and have children.

Before the college entrance examination: No premature love!
After the college entrance examination: When will you bring a girlfriend home?
He had a different kind of experience.

"Let's go kill the emperor!" Xue Lufen decided to skip this topic. In an instant, his face seemed to have been added with tough lines. The moonlight cast shadows on his face, making him look like a "lone wolf".

The old man was indeed a single-threaded CPU. The old undead thought about it and realized that the two of them had indeed wasted so much time.

Their time was running out. The old ghost also wanted to see Dagu in person and watch his only descendant find new happiness in another peaceful and safe world, and have dozens of children and grandchildren...

Suddenly, he seemed to have so many things he wanted to do.

But time is running out, they all do.

So let everything be settled in the few days when my old bones can still move.

The loneliness and confusion of the old undead completely disappeared, as if it were a last ray of light, and endless fighting spirit burst out.

Xue Lufen carried the evil magic sword on his back and headed towards the palace according to the direction indicated by the old undead.

Otherwise, this naturally evil old ghost from another world might want to strip him naked and send him to the Pope's secret room.

……

At this moment, the Pope had no idea that her nominal grandfather had already sold her out.

After dodging the attack, endless fear came over me, and at the same time, a simple feeling of being moved came with it.

That feeling that comes from family affection, which makes me willing to protect my grandfather even though he has become the ghost he is now.

"Search for General Barak's ghost with all your might!" she ordered.

"Your Holiness, there have been unusual movements in the palace. I'm afraid they are up to no good. If we disperse the Knights' combat power like this, it could cause big problems," the priest added.

As the loser in the last power struggle, and due to its religious system, the Holy See is actually at a great disadvantage in the transmission of information and intelligence. The people of the Holy See cannot even find out any news from within the royal family, and can only barely obtain some intelligence from the corners.

"We have no way out..." Allura closed her eyes. She could no longer see the way forward.

Externally, the undead army swept down.

Internally, the royal family was sharpening its knife against the Vatican.

If they wanted to escape, all they had left behind was the endless sea, a place where anyone who dared to set foot would be doomed to failure.

What else can they do?
The Pope held her scepter tightly. At this moment, she was like a gambler who had lost all her money and had only one last way to break the game.

That is, to explain everything to his grandfather, the undead General Barak.

Only with her grandfather's support would she have the confidence she had left to try to revive this hopeless mess.

They looked up at the sky. At that moment, there was only the cry of crows in the sky, which was like a death knell telling the last living people on this continent.

The army of the dead is coming.

And the living cannot even organize a decent resistance.

"Your Holiness! The Thirteenth Paladin Squad has detected the whereabouts of General Barak. They've detected a powerful undead presence in an abandoned manor!" The sudden intelligence officer's message instantly reassured the previously disoriented Vatican army. "Track General Barak immediately!"

……

The imperial capital, in the palace.

The hundred-year-old king sat on the throne inlaid with gorgeous gems, but he looked as ugly as a newly resurrected dead spirit.

His skin was sallow, his eye sockets were sunken, and age spots covered his entire body.

Even if he just sits here, he needs to wear a loincloth to avoid incontinence and making a fool of himself.

"Your Majesty, the Pope of the Holy See directly forced me to get out of there. This is not a spanking on my butt, this is a slap on your face!" The herald who had rolled all the way out of the cathedral cried to the emperor on the throne.

"Okay, the emperor has understood what you mean. You can go down first." The prince who was nearly 80 years old said on the side.

The messenger wanted to say something, but seeing the unfriendly faces of the guards, he could only leave with grief and anger on his face.

Even after saying this, the prince, who was over 80 years old, was already out of breath.

In fact, the emperor was not awake for very long at this time. Basically, he was only conscious for a few hours a day, and the affairs of the entire empire had long been handled by the current prince.

But, as long as the emperor lives, he will always be just a prince!
It is even possible that even if all the princes died, the emperor could still drag on living with this old and incontinent body.

This is the highest level of the entire empire at this time, a great emperor over a hundred years old, Leoric II.

As well as a prince in his eighties, and countless imperial grandchildren in their sixties and seventies who were staring at their impossible attempts to compete for power.

The empire was already rotten, in every sense of the word.

Why didn't another noble seize power and become the new king? Because all the nobles not related to the royal family had died out.

In the endless power struggle and the old emperor's checks and balances, all the landed nobles died at the hands of the undead army.

Now, the largest noble family in the entire empire besides the royal family is the Julia family who leads the troops, but the Julia family is just a dog raised by the royal family.

"Ahem, the Holy See won't lend us troops anymore?" The old king on the throne seemed to finally wake up and asked.

"Yes, my father, the Holy See directly rejected our request. Father, what should we do next?" The prince asked the emperor who looked like a dead man on the throne. In fact, he didn't have much time to be conscious.

"Did Julia stop the undead army?"

"Father, I reported to you yesterday that General Julia was defeated. He was the only one who escaped. Snow Wind City has been lost. Now the Undead Army is only a few hundred kilometers away from the Imperial Capital. I'm afraid they will reach the Imperial Capital tomorrow."

The prince had a lot of information that he didn't want to repeat to the old emperor.

For example, at this time, the imperial capital could mobilize less than 20,000 soldiers to participate in the war, while the undead army numbered tens of millions.

For example, at this time the population of the entire empire was probably only a few hundred thousand. Even if everyone went up to the city wall, any resident of the imperial capital would have to face the siege of hundreds of undead.

"Is that so..." The old emperor seemed to be losing consciousness again. His eyes stared blankly at the magnificent hall of the imperial palace and the sky of the empire. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

"Then let Julia continue defending the Imperial Capital, while the Royal Knights go and destroy the Vatican. Only after stabilizing the country can we resist external enemies... After destroying the Vatican, the Knights will move five kilometers to the left and directly resist the Undead army..."

“The advantage is on us.”

(End of this chapter)