The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

Unfortunately, even though Xue Dinglu's physical abilities were those of a soon-to-be male college student who was forced into the role, the one controlling this body in battle was the iron-blooded General Barak of the Empire.

This is also a compromise version after the tug-of-war between Old Deng and Xue's Law, where Xue's Law relinquishes control of his body and falls into a semi-sleep state, at which point the old undead can control Xue's Law's body to fight.

This would be much less corrosive than directly using the power of the undead.

Xue's Law named this function "Old Deng's Substitute".

After personally killing these deserters, the old undead controlled Xue's body and began chanting, and several burning flames engulfed the corpses.

This is because the Empire developed the habit of cremating corpses after the undead appeared on the continent; otherwise, these corpses would have become one of those skeleton soldiers after the arrival of the undead army.

Old Deng logged off, and Xue Dinglu raised his head. In the distance, the front line of the Undead Scourge was no more than ten kilometers away from the capital city wall.

The last remaining militia in the capital, after witnessing the death of the only imperial general in the calamity, were plunged into utter despair.

The capital city is completely unable to withstand the undead calamity numbering in the tens of millions. Even if it were just tens of millions of pigs, the empire couldn't defeat them...

"Hey, old man, if we unleash our full power, can we kill that Lich King sitting on the bone dragon?" Xue Dinglu stood atop the city tower, gazing at the lich on the giant bone dragon in the distance.

"Boy, I advise you to think twice!" The old undead's tone suddenly turned serious.

He could tell that if he dared to say "yes," Xue Lude would be ready to go up and fight the Lich King.

This kid is fearless and extremely impetuous. Give him near-legendary strength, and he'd dare to challenge the Lich King himself.

“Even in my prime, I could only manage a one-for-one exchange with the Lich King by fighting with all my might,” the old undead said very seriously. “However, twenty years have passed, and the Lich King’s strength has grown stronger and stronger, while my strength has been constantly weakened by sealing and purification. Even without considering the undead army, I would definitely die in a one-on-one fight with that old mummy!”

"There's no way we can win!"

The old ghost's hoarse, distressed voice reverberated continuously within Xue Dinglu's skull.

"Besides, even if we kill it, it won't make any difference. It will resurrect in a few years and unleash another undead calamity that sweeps across the land. It's an absolutely immortal monster; we can't win against it..."

"Take Alora with you and run away. It's shameful to be a deserter, but it's useful." The old undead seemed to have completely abandoned his pride. Even if it meant dying for desertion, he chose to face it head-on and run away.

General Barak died fighting for the Empire, which was enough for the Empire. The Barak spirit who survived has no further connection with the Empire. The Barak family has shed their last drop of blood for the Empire.

As Xue listened to the buzzing of the old ghost, he raised his thumb and, using the limited light, compared it to the distant snow-capped mountains.

"About 110 kilometers... The capital city is built entirely at the foot of an active volcano..." Xue Luding used a three-point line to roughly determine the distance.

“You…” The old ghost was completely stunned.

He used to simply regard the holy mountain as the dwelling place of God.

However, after studying in modern times, he also realized that the so-called holy mountain that the Vatican has believed in for thousands of years is just a volcano.

There are no gods there, let alone a sun god who created the world.

But the moment Xue Dinglu mentioned the sacred mountain, an extremely bad premonition immediately welled up in his heart.

This kid's up to something!

"What are you going to do?" the old ghost asked hastily.

"Hey, I have an idea!" Xue Dinglu showed an expression of having an idea, pointing his thumb at the distant sacred mountain.

"Since the undead army deliberately avoids Him, can we assume that the undead are afraid of this volcano?" Xue Luding calculated the distance and height between the volcano and the capital using a three-point measurement method, and muttered to himself.

"It might be the high temperature, or there might really be some mystical thing; the undead fear the volcano..."

"A volcano is actually like a pimple on a planet. As long as you apply pressure, it will be squeezed out, especially an active volcano..."

"So, if I detonate the volcano, will I be able to force back the undead army?"

"Are you insane?" That was the only thought in the old undead's mind at that moment.

Whether the undead army will retreat after the volcanic eruption is unknown, but the people of the capital will definitely die.

The flames and smoke that enrage the earth could even engulf half a planet in a short period of time, causing planetary destruction comparable to the Gatanothor mass extinction.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll make it stop gradually, it won't erupt all at once." Xue Dinglu began to simulate and estimate on the ground how much compression and explosion would be needed to make the volcano erupt.

By inputting the basic data into the parameters of Mount Fuji, the conclusion was that at least hundreds of millions of times more energy than the holy light he released would be needed to trigger a volcanic eruption.

When the undead army entered within five miles of the capital, the entire capital seemed to be filled with the stench of their decay.

The final support from the Papacy came to the city walls.

A few hundred paladins and fewer than a thousand priests—this was the last of the people the Holy See could muster.

Furthermore, even Pope Alora came here in person and saw the Schrödinger's Law, which was inscribed with unknown runes (mathematical formulas) on the sand.

And that strong, undead smell.

"Your Holiness, step back! He is a ghost!" The Paladin Commander immediately drew his longsword and pointed it at Xue Luding.

In the Vatican's "detecting evil" spell, Xue's Law is a super-large "evil" unit.

Xue Dinglu stood up and looked solemnly at the female pope who was being protected by the paladin commander, who was also the old undead's only surviving relative.

How to put it...

He looks a bit like Hera, the "Queen of the Gods" in Greek mythology, in his stereotype.

But at this moment, in Xue Luding's mind, the old ghost was completely thrown into chaos, and the sound of chains echoed throughout his skull.

"Now's the time! The Lich King has arrived. Capture Alora and let's get out of here!"

The old undead had long lost any will to fight the Lich King; he only wanted to take his only granddaughter to the mortal world and live a peaceful life in the peaceful world of Earth.

"If you can do it, then I'll do as you say." Xue Dinglu smiled and directly relinquished the authority.

The next moment, a terrifying and horrifying pressure erupted from him, causing all the paladins to retreat one after another.

"Legendary...you are General Barak!" Everyone looked at "Xue Law" in astonishment.

Chapter 16 Talking skills are the most useless.

They searched the capital almost all night, but no matter what, they couldn't believe that the ferocious and terrifying General Barak could actually transform into such a young "handsome young man".

“Grandpa Barak, I need your help,” Arora stepped forward and said directly.

Time was running out for them to be polite or to explain; that was the consensus on both sides.

The old undead, controlling Xue Lude, stepped forward and grabbed the High Priestess's hand, saying, "There's no time to explain. The Lich King has arrived. I will take you away from here!"

"Your Holiness the Pope!" The paladins drew their swords, but by then the old undead had essentially kidnapped her.

"Where are you going!" Arora immediately realized that her grandfather didn't seem to be listening to anything she said.

"Live well in a peaceful world without war or the undead, my Alora." The old undead prepared to leave in his final moments.

“Grandpa Barak…I…” The Pope immediately tried to say something, but her words were immediately interrupted by the old undead.

"Shut up! This world is beyond saving!" the old undead roared in a hoarse voice. "Even I have no chance of defeating the Lich King. Run away! I'm lucky enough to have gone to another world. In that world, there is a god named 'Ultraman' protecting you. You will definitely be able to live safely in that peaceful world."

"As for the Empire, my Barak family has been reduced to a single member, and we have already done everything we could!"

"Don't worry about anything else. Grandpa has already explored that world. It's a world a billion times more peaceful and wonderful than the Empire. Let's go together..."

"Alora, let's go home with Grandpa..."

The old spirit was practically begging.

"And what about them? The hundreds of thousands of people in the capital?" the Pope's voice came.

But this angered the old dead.

He looked at the group of paladins and priests behind him. These clergy were not afraid of him, a legendary undead. They all drew their longswords and picked up their warhammers.

Even those priests or bishops who were originally missionaries, or even just some nuns, the old ghost saw them wearing heavy armor like steel plates, and the doctrines in their hands turned into solid iron hammers.

None of them flinched; they looked at him, this undead, with fighting spirit and rage, as if they were heading to their execution.

But the problem is, what's the point of filling in these thousands of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people?

The world is about to be destroyed, why do you care about your bullshit beliefs?

When the old undead saw these people, it was as if he were seeing his former self, a holy knight who was blindly loyal. Overwhelmed by self-loathing, he also felt a great disgust for these clergymen who were born in the same clan.

He looked at his only relative, his granddaughter Arora, a beautiful woman in her early thirties, who was also staring intently at him with a stubborn and unwavering determination in her eyes.

That's... disgusting!

Just as disgusting as I was when I was young!

"What do they have to do with me? I can only take you with me. Go, listen to your grandfather, time is running out." The old ghost gripped the High Priestess's hand even tighter, as if he wanted to crush her bones.

"What if I say no?" The Pope looked at her grandfather, a gaze that sent the mentally unstable old ghost into a frenzy once more.

"If you don't leave, I'll break your legs and limbs, and I'll drag you away!" The old ghost seemed to finally be enraged. He didn't know why Alora didn't appreciate the bright future he had fought so hard for for her.

Sharp bone armor gradually emerged from Xue Dinglu's arm. The old undead's unstable mental state made him so extreme that he was actually prepared to break his granddaughter's legs.

However, the next moment, a dagger appeared in the Pope's hand, and she slashed down directly.

But the dagger wasn't aimed at Xue Dinglu; it was aimed at her own arm!

"Alolan, you've gone mad!" The old undead instantly released his granddaughter. He never expected that at this moment, his granddaughter's determination to stay in this world would be so firm, just like his own when he was young.

"Grandpa, are you forcing me to desert?"

The Pope's words were like an arrow piercing the old ghost's heart once again, shattering his remaining dignity and morality.

"boom!"

The city gates have been breached.

The militiamen couldn't hold out until the undead attacked the city, and they all fled not long ago.

The gate was breached amidst the crushing of the undead and the exploding corpses.

Countless undead armies rushed into the city like sharks that had smelled blood, chasing after the scent of the living.

"Grandpa, let me use your power," the High Priestess said.

"You can't use it!" the old undead roared. Just now, he had only covered Alora's arm with a layer of bone armor, and it was already covered with death aura. If he had grabbed her for a few more seconds, her arm would have been ruined.

The power of the dead clashes with the vitality of the living like ice and fire, and no one is exempt.

Even with Schrödinger's law, it only allows you to persist for a few more minutes.

The Scourge poured into the capital, and the priests and paladins took up their weapons and charged forward.

Meanwhile, both the stubborn old man and the stubborn pope were getting increasingly anxious, but neither could convince the other, so they could only fret about their own problems.