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

"I expected you wouldn't be able to persuade her." Suddenly, Xue Dinglu's youthful voice, seemingly innocent and naive, rang out, immediately causing the Pope's pupils to constrict.

"Shut up! I'll just knock her out and take her back to your world. You just watch from here!" The old undead's hoarse voice came from Xue Dinglu's mouth.

The scene resembled that of a late-stage schizophrenic patient, with Xue's youthful voice and the hoarse voice of an old ghost arguing from the same mouth.

“Grandpa, if you really do this, I will commit suicide the moment I wake up!” the Pope said. “You can’t stop me, and neither can this child. I mean what I say.”

Ignoring the angry old ghost, she plunged her scepter into the ground as if she were facing certain death.

The next moment, a surge of holy light swept across an area of ​​several hundred meters. The nearby undead spontaneously combusted, while the more distant undead seemed to be disgusted and moved away from the circle of light.

"Gentlemen, even if the holy light is extinguished, we will continue to fight!"

"Behind us lies the last light!"

The Pope's resounding voice invigorated the clergy like a shot of adrenaline.

"Roar!"

The exhilarated paladins swung their warhammers, smashing the skulls of the undead one by one, and even briefly pushing them to the city gates.

However, it was all just a fleeting moment of brilliance. When the high-level undead joined the battle, the paladins were like a lone boat on a vast ocean, retreating in defeat after defeat...

"you you……"

The old ghost was so angry he couldn't speak. If he were still alive, his high blood pressure would probably be so high that he would have intracranial hemorrhage.

"So, Old Deng, you don't see it as clearly as I, an outsider. Your granddaughter isn't the kind of woman who would happily desert and then happily have a child with a stranger and become his wife." Xue Dinglu smiled and turned to look in the direction of the distant sacred mountain.

"Haven't you realized yet? Her idol is none other than you, at thirty years old!"

Xue's voice made the Pope turn around, and she smiled at the big boy who, for some reason, was living in symbiosis with her grandfather.

Xue Daolu smiled as well. At this moment, the two, who were almost twenty years apart in age, seemed to have a resonance. Xue Daolu stretched out his fist and pointed to the void beside him.

"Old Deng, let's go together!"

Then, the old ghost seemed to have finally made up its mind...

Old Barak also extended his fist, which collided with Xue's fist in mid-air.

The next moment, the massive bone armor took shape instantly, and the huge skeletal demon stood on the earth, spreading its wings and blotting out the sky!

Chapter 17 Let the Bullets Fly for a While

"Is this my last life?" Xue Dinglu asked the old ghost, who had become silent.

"Yes, this is your last time. When you return to your world, you must call an ambulance immediately. I think your organs are starting to fail completely..." The old ghost began to ramble on as if he were giving his last instructions.

"Therefore, this is the last chance; we must at least achieve some results."

With a swing of the greatsword, the terrifying blade wiped out all the undead in the city.

The paladins felt the battle instantly ease. They turned their heads and saw the giant skeletal demon, which was over ten meters tall in its complete form. Complex thoughts flickered in their eyes.

With a flap of its bony wings, a fierce wind swept across the earth. The Pope watched as the enormous monster soared into the sky, the wind whipping her hair back. Perhaps deep down, she too was yearning for a miracle.

"Holy Light!" the massive skeletal demon began to chant.

A surge of holy light began to swirl on the bone palm, growing larger and larger until it became an enormous ball of light.

This scene shocked all the clergy in the battle. An undead had used a divine spell imbued with holy light, and the impact was no less than when they saw the God-King rape the Lich King.

"As expected, you can still use divine magic, and it's even stronger than I imagined." Xue Dinglu looked at the giant ball of light spinning in his hand, his pupils shining with excitement.

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

"Detonate the volcano!" Xue made no attempt to hide his plan. To be honest, he had wanted to try something similar for a long time, so he had memorized many of the physical parameters of volcanoes.

And it is clear that the active volcano next to the capital is more active than Yellowstone or Mount Fuji on Earth!

The old ghost didn't reply.

A massive orb of light rose into the air from the skeletal demon's hand, hovering there like a sun, its light spilling onto the city walls and beyond.

The undead roared, their bodies scorched, some even spontaneously combusting, while both the paladins and Pope Alora felt their depleted strength restored.

"This is a legendary divine spell..." A paladin looked at the rising sun in shock. Even the former pope could not achieve such a divine spell.

Still unknown, a self-created divine art that has never appeared in the history of the Papacy!

The sun, formed from holy light, rose higher and higher, its illumination expanding ever wider. The undead army was covered in an increasingly larger area, and more and more skeletons spontaneously combusted and died under its light. Even the higher-ranking death knights were greatly weakened by the light of this supernova.

"What kind of divine spell is this?" The old undead was stunned. He himself did not know any legendary-level divine spells, but Xue Luding, the "student" he had personally taught, had created a legendary-level divine spell right under his nose.

“Holy Light, the most basic divine spell,” Xue Dinglu explained. “It’s just that when the energy of Holy Light was initially compressed and rotated, it became the Flashbang version of Holy Light.”

"And now, by adding multiple small holy light spheres orbiting the planets and rotating around the Earth to the flashbang version, and further compressing them to simulate the pattern of stars and planets in a galaxy... it becomes like this!"

After Xue's law was spoken, the old ghost stared in disbelief.

“However, I cannot release it myself; I still need to rely on your power.” Another ball of light appeared in Xue Ding’s hand.

The old undead's silence was deafening. Perhaps this spell could no longer be considered a "divine spell" and was more like a "celestial magic" that only gods could use in legends.

The gods in imperial mythology, who wielded the power of the sun and stars, ultimately arrived at the same destination as Xue's Law's sphere of light...

“I knew I hadn’t misjudged you. It’s just that we’ve had too little time. If you give me five years… no, one year, I can train you into a true legend…” The old man was shocked and felt regretful.

The time was too short, so short that even a rough gem like this couldn't be polished. We could only rush things together like a last-minute effort.

Most importantly, Xue's Law possessed an imagination far exceeding that of these imperial people.

How could he possibly imagine compressing and rotating holy light, and then simulating the revolution and rotation of galaxies?

Yes, after all, they were children who grew up in a peaceful and tranquil world, not in the cesspool of an empire where class and mindset were rigid...

"Let's go..." the old undead said in a hoarse voice.

I'm getting old, and my mind is wandering again. I started thinking about Daigo...

The surging energy poured into the holy light orb in his hand once again.

In the distance, the Lich King seemed to have noticed this place as well. On the bone dragon, the Lich King saw the skeletal demons in the sky, and rows of bone walls began to appear around him.

Xue Dinglu also saw the Lich King, whose skeletal demon mouth revealed a ferocious smile.

Look closely, I'll give you a big one.

This time, the Holy Light Sphere was even larger and more terrifying, resembling thousands of planets rotating and revolving around a star.

"The crater is about 110 kilometers away and about 2000 meters high..." Xue's calculations began.

“Kid… this distance…” The old undead began to lose confidence again. He looked in the direction of the volcano, feeling unsure of himself.

"My calculation error is minimal, trust me, old man." Xue Luding fiercely threw the holy light ball in his hand. "I scored 149 in math, 98 in physics, and 83 in geography on the college entrance exam!"

The holy light orb disappeared into the sky, tracing a perfect, swirling parabola.

In the distance, the Lich King, whose bone wall had risen from the bone dragon's body, was stunned. He seemed to be wondering why this attack wasn't aimed at him.

All the paladins were stunned, and even Pope Alora was puzzled as to why Xue Lude's Holy Light Orb had been launched so off course.

The Lich King in the distance had already raised his defenses; even if he couldn't kill it in one strike, this level of holy light would be enough to injure the Lich King.

The earth began to tremble slightly, and both the living and the dead looked puzzled.

"Heh." The Lich King in the distance even let out a disdainful snort.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?! Grandpa!" the female pope shouted at Xue Luding.

"Don't rush, let the dust settle," Xue replied, unconcerned about being super senior.

The undead army pressed forward against the sun-like light. Perhaps to the Lich King, even units like the Death Knights were merely expendable resources, and he didn't care about their deaths or injuries.

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble, and the trembling grew more and more violent, to the point that even the dead were unable to get up.

"Plan works!" Xue Luding looked towards the distant sacred mountain.

Everyone glanced over there, their eyes widening in surprise.

Huge plumes of black smoke billowed from the crater, and thick volcanic ash began to rise as if it were real, filling the sky, melting the snow on the top of the sacred mountain, and even giving the impression of rushing downwards.

Chapter 18 This is my last ripple.

The residents of the capital knelt on the ground in terror, including the clergy and nuns who were fighting the dead on the front lines. They began to recite doctrines and draw the symbol of the sun on their chests.

The main deity of the Vatican is the god of this holy mountain.

The holy mountain now emitting black smoke is as if it is venting the wrath of the gods upon them!

The earth shook violently, and chickens and dogs barked restlessly.

Even the undead army could not gain a foothold.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that is the divine king who heard our wishes, awakened by us, and dispelled the holy judgment of the dead!" The Pope's voice instantly dispelled everyone's gloom, and even burst forth with stronger power, smashing the head of the dead.

After all, for religions, the good or bad of something depends entirely on how it is interpreted. As long as it is interpreted in their own way, even a cataclysmic natural disaster can be turned into a blessing from heaven.

The powerful seismic waves, like an invisible giant hand, caused significant damage to the surrounding houses. Many houses developed obvious cracks in their walls, with the cracks winding and twisting from the roof to the corners, as if they were the marks of the earth's anger.

One by one, the undead began to stir instinctively, trembling and fleeing.

Xue's Law was right; the dead fear volcanoes, and this fear is ingrained in their instincts and souls.

This could be because the dead are afraid of high temperatures, or more likely, on a religious level, the dead are inherently afraid of the main god who represents "holy light," the god of the holy mountain!

When he saw that even when the undead army was under the Lich King's control, they were unwilling to set foot on the Holy Mountain, and even preferred to take a long detour to bypass it, he had a similar thought.

Just like in some works, ghosts can be purified by sunlight, but are not afraid of flames or ultraviolet lamps, because the weakness of ghosts in those works is the mysterious nature of "sunlight", not ultraviolet light.

Therefore, Xue's Law conjectures that the undead are most likely afraid of the mystery of the Holy Mountain, which represents the symbolic meaning of the "God King" in the imperial mythology!

As expected, Xue's prediction came true. The holy mountain spewed out thick smoke, and volcanic ash gradually drifted across the battlefield and into the holy city.

The undead that came into contact with the volcanic ash began to stir. Driven by instinctive fear, countless undead threw down their weapons and began to flee.

The paladins charged and attacked, while the undead army began to rout, fleeing away from the holy mountain.

Countless weak undead were trampled into bone fragments, and some undead spontaneously combusted upon contact with volcanic ash, as if they had come into contact with powerful holy light.

Therefore, the undead army fled even more desperately, running away like a flock of sheep being driven. Their instincts surpassed the Lich King's control, causing the millions of soldiers to scatter and countless undead to trample each other.

The earth trembled incessantly, and black smoke billowed continuously from the crater.