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

Flying in mid-air, Xue Lude looked directly at the Lich King across the fleeing undead army and raised his middle finger as a gesture of friendship.

"Buzz!"

The bone dragon changed direction and fled the impending eruption of the volcano. The Lich King seemed to have lost interest in the capital, perhaps because he was afraid that the sacred mountain would really erupt, or perhaps because he felt that the capital would be swallowed by lava sooner or later, so he prepared to retreat.

Two orbs of holy light forced the army of millions of undead to retreat.

The skeleton was slowly disappearing, the power of the old undead was dissipating, and Xue Dinglu returned to his original form, struggling to support himself on a tree.

"See? I told you it would work..." Xue Dinglu was still arguing with the old undead at this moment.

At this moment, he felt dizzy, as if he had been squatting for a long time and then suddenly stood up. His entire field of vision was filled with flashing small squares, like a screen that had lost its signal.

“But if the volcano erupts, even the capital city will be lost…” The old undead was a pessimist, and he said it directly.

"So, didn't you see that the sacred mountain was only emitting smoke, without any lava appearing?" Xue Dinglu revealed a happy smile.

The sphere of holy light exploded the instant it touched the magma, instead of exploding at the bottom of the magma. In that case, the expanding airflow would only compress the volcanic ash and smoke above the magma, instead of causing the magma to erupt.

Therefore, the sacred mountain looks terrifying at this moment, as if it is about to erupt and destroy the world, but in fact it is a little devil with a lot of noise but little action, which has only expelled some volcanic ash.

This is his real plan to save the world!

The old ghost listened in a daze. His knowledge of volcanoes came entirely from Golza, and on Earth, he was no better than an elementary school student.

They had absolutely no idea what volcanic ash or similar terms were.

Even the Lich King, the native inhabitant of this world, was illiterate.

When they see smoke coming from a volcano, they think it's about to erupt and the god of the sacred mountain is about to get angry. In reality, it's just that Xue Dinglu has released the volcano's exhaust gases.

The dust and waste gases do indeed affect the environment of the entire capital city, as they produce a large amount of carbon dioxide and sulfides, and volcanic ash can also affect the health of long-term residents.

But the undead army has already breached the city walls. The only price is smelling some exhaust fumes, which is better than becoming undead.

Moreover, the area covered by volcanic ash is so vast that even the undead dare not set foot there, which is enough to buy the people of the capital some more time.

After Xue finished explaining all his thoughts and ideas, the old ghost was completely stunned.

He never expected that Xue Dinglu would devise such a complex and interconnected plan after just one visit to the sacred mountain.

The intricacies of this situation left this illiterate old man from another world utterly shocked, and then he thought of the Ultraman Tiga series he had watched...

Indeed, that world is the real paradise. Any child who studies normally in that world would be a genius among geniuses in the empire, while this empire is a cesspool, a dog's history among dogs!

"Old man, this is my last ripple!" Xue Dinglu laughed and gave a thumbs up.

In his vision, the flickering and double images caused by dizziness increased, and he could hardly see anything.

However, at that moment a warm hand grabbed him and gently placed his arm around his shoulder.

It's the High Priestess Alora...

Her mouth kept opening and closing, as if she was saying something urgently.

However, Xue could not hear any sound, as if he were watching a silent performance.

What are you... saying?

Xue Dinglu fell into a complete coma.

……

The Paladin Commander quickly crushed the last undead, rushed over, and helped Xue Dinglu up from the other side, asking, "How is he?!"

In fact, at this moment, in the eyes of these clergymen, Xue's Law was essentially no different from that of the undead.

Life force rapidly diminishes, organs fail completely, and death overwhelms life, much like those humans who have been attacked by the undead and are gradually transforming into the undead.

However, they were not the empire's worthless cowards who would commit such a beastly act of fleeing in the face of General Barak's kindness.

The moment the Paladin Commander helped Xue up, he felt the scalding heat on his hands.

Xue Lude developed a high fever, as if his body had launched an immune factor storm to fight against the erosion of the undead power.

"We must do something, Pope, think of a way!" The knight commander's words drew all the clergy to the area, surrounding it completely.

“Holy light can dispel the corruption of the dead…” Alora looked at the boy who was living in the body of her grandfather.

There was a dark thought: perhaps once he died, his grandfather, General Barak, would break the seal left by the former pope, and at least they would have a legendary combatant ready to be used at any time.

But... she couldn't do it...

The Pope stretched out his hand, and a powerful holy light surged into Xue Luding's body, which began to dispel the corruption of the dead.

However, it was not enough. This was Xue's Law's third transformation. The accumulated undead eroded all his organs, and the Pope's power was woefully inadequate, suffering repeated defeats.

"I also have Holy Light!" The Knight Commander laid Xue Luding flat and poured the power of Holy Light into Xue Luding's body as well.

“And my Holy Light.” A cardinal stepped forward, a soft light shining from his hands.

“This is my holy light…” A faint light appeared in a nun’s hand.

"I also have holy light..."

"This is my holy light..."

Countless clergy members, whether paladins, priests, or nuns, lit up the small lights in their hands and passed them on to Xue Luding, who was in a coma at the time.

From a distance, thousands of small orbs of light surrounded the unconscious child in the center, dispelling the corruption of the dead spirits emanating from him.

Even though each ray of light is weak, when they come together, they are enough to slowly wear down and dispel the legendary undead corruption.

Xue Dinglu, bathed in the glow of the crowd, seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

Chapter 19 Pope, you didn't want this either...

The clergy's thoughts were simple and pure; to them, Xue's Law was their benefactor.

Within the framework of doctrine, whether it was provoking the wrath of the God-King (volcanic ash) or repelling the army of the dead, he was certainly worthy of being called an "angel".

Even for those who have dedicated their lives to the Vatican, Xue's actions are those of an angel walking among men!

Now that the angels are being corrupted by the dead, they will naturally offer their holy light to help them.

This was the most basic idea of ​​people in this medieval era.

……

Seeing this scene, for some reason, the old ghost felt a lump in his throat.

Yes, they really do look alike...

Like that glorious person he once longed for!

Yes, this child, he has done the best he could. The world's disasters have nothing to do with him, and this old man's selfishness has nothing to do with this child either, but he still chose to keep his promise and even exceeded it.

He has done enough; now, let him, a remnant of the old era, take over!

……

The undead army retreated, but not too far, stopping about 400 kilometers from the capital.

At such a distance, under the Lich King's control, the capital could be struck in a day and a night. If it weren't for the volcanic ash that resembled black snowflakes, the undead scourge would probably have been even closer to the capital.

Xue Luding had been unconscious for more than ten hours. The old ghost watched as one group of nuns came to take care of him, and the time on his body kept decreasing.

He may die completely in 40 hours.

Time is running out, and so are we.

This time, it was his granddaughter Alora who came. The pope simply dressed Xue Dinglu in a cooling silk cloth, and then a ball of holy light appeared in her hand.

This is what every priest does: using their holy light to dispel the necromancy that corrupts Xue Lude's body.

At the very least, this will stabilize the hero's physical condition.

"Alolan..." This time, it was the old undead's voice that came.

"Grandpa Barak?" The Pope looked at Xue Luding and heard another voice.

In Xue's terrible state, the old undead couldn't even manifest a holographic-like phantom, as that would still consume Xue's already limited life force.

“Yes, let’s have a serious talk… It started five days ago when I appeared in another world…” The old undead seemed to have given in, and slowly began to recount everything he had seen.

He talked about everything he saw on Earth, Xue's family affairs, and their training, verbal sparring, and battles of wits.

The story recounts the Ultraman episodes witnessed by the old spirit, who considers Daigo his most important spiritual anchor...

The old spirit spoke slowly, like a frail old man telling a young child stories of his youth.

Finally, he talked about all the calculations and settings that Xue's Law set up in order to drive away the dead.

They used their last remaining strength to squeeze out the volcanic ash from the sacred mountain, thus arousing the fear of the dead.

This method is not even a one-time thing, but can be replicated. Every time the undead army attacks the capital, the exact same method can be used to drive away the undead army.

In this way, perhaps we can buy the empire some time and seize that little bit of hope.

The old undead finished speaking, while the High Priestess listened silently, continuously pouring holy light into Xue Luding's body, which was like a bottomless abyss.

"So, Grandpa, do you still want me to go to that world?" Alora asked slowly after hearing this.

"Yes." The old undead made no attempt to conceal his intentions.

"Alola, promise me, go to that world. I know you want to give the last humans in the Empire hope to survive, but you are my last remaining family... Just for my sake, just for the sake of the Barak family..."

"Alola, as long as you go to another world, your grandfather will stay in the capital and fight the Lich King to the death, keeping him out of this last land." The old undead's tone was pleading and threatening.

"Also, consider this for the sake of this child. He's willing to go to such lengths for an empire and for us, which have nothing to do with him. Now, the power of the undead has seeped into his very bones. Sending you over is both so that he can take care of you and so that this child can have his final resting place!"

The old spirit understood that his granddaughter, like himself in his youth, was easily swayed by gentle persuasion but not by force. Forcing her would only backfire, so he ultimately chose to sacrifice himself so that she could leave.

That wasn't enough. They shamelessly used moral blackmail and the Xue Law to force Alora to leave this cesspool-like world through faith and doctrine.

If the old undead tries to blackmail and coerce the pope as before, Alora will definitely not agree.

But the old undead first used his own presence in the Empire as leverage, and then used Xue's physical condition to deliver the final blow that broke through her psychological defenses.

As the person who took the most care of Xue Dinglu that day, Arora already knew just how bad Xue Dinglu's health was.

The power of the undead permeates almost every organ, and if it is not suppressed by holy light, it will begin an irreversible process of becoming undead.

If we let him go home like this, it would be no different from killing him. At most, Xue Lude would become a complete undead within five years, and might even cause an undead catastrophe in another world.

Endless guilt and gratitude tormented the pope constantly. If the hero who sacrificed himself to save the capital had met such an end, the pope felt he would only be at peace if he drew his sword and committed suicide.