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

Looking towards the direction of the undead army in the distance, General Julia seemed to have made his final decision.

……

The corrupt situation and the state of the war in the entire capital were so perplexing that no one could possibly understand it.

For Xue Dalu at this moment, however, it was like a fish in water.

After assassinating a royal knight who had wandered into the slums, Xue Dinglu successfully changed into his clothes and swaggered toward the palace.

At this time, the guards in the palace were extremely lax. Even if they were stopped, they would be allowed to pass when they saw Xue Dinglu's Royal Knights badge.

Everything went too smoothly. Xue Dinglu felt that this level of difficulty was countless times easier than the lowest difficulty level when he played Assassin's Creed.

Did I overestimate this empire in another world?

However, when he successfully arrived at the emperor's palace, Xue Dinglu saw countless maids walking around, and then the sound of people talking in the imperial language.

"His Majesty has lost control of his bladder again. Clean him up quickly and then put on a new loincloth..."

"It's leaking! The sewage is leaking out! Quick, catch it..."

"Oh no! His Majesty hasn't finished urinating, and he's starting to move around again! Quickly, hold him down..."

The maids were in a flurry of activity, and the stench, along with the unique smell of an old man rotting away, was so strong that even the gentleman on the wall, Xue Lude, could smell it.

Xue Dinglu basically couldn't understand Imperial language; his mastery of it was limited to the chanting of a few divine spells.

But the old ghost could understand. Through Xue's Law's vision, old Barak saw the enemy he had longed to avenge for twenty years, the emperor of the empire...

He was like a dead man at this moment. The maids accidentally used their hands, which had been touching his incontinence diaper, to cover his mouth again, leaving yellow stains on his face, which he did not even realize.

So old that one is at the mercy of others.

In particular, the maids' constant muttering and complaints silenced the old, vengeful spirit for a long time.

Chapter 10 The Emperor's Three Punches

"Your Majesty still has filth around your mouth! Hurry, we can't let the prince find out."

"Quickly spray some perfume, we can't let the inspectors smell it..."

After the maids had finished dealing with the old emperor, they filed out. Most of the maids left, while a small number stayed to keep watch over the old emperor, changing his loincloth and cleaning up his excrement every now and then.

This cycle continues until dawn.

Looking at his enemy in such a hideous state, the old undead felt no pleasure in revenge.

He had originally intended to exact unparalleled revenge and torture on Julia's family and the royal family, but even the cruelest torture and humiliation he could imagine paled in comparison to what he was seeing now.

"Hey, old man, are you ready to make your move?" Xue Luding spoke to the old undead in his mind. He couldn't understand the Imperial language, but he could see the old king's ugly behavior.

Even without transforming, this old man could take on ten people with just the Imperial swordsmanship he had trained.

Hurry up and finish this quickly.

The old ghost remained silent, unsure whether killing the old emperor Leoric II at this moment was revenge or a way to free him.

Yes, even the maids no longer care about his life, death, or dignity.

On Earth, old Barak learned a term called "ultimate insult".

He didn't fully understand what this ultimate insult was, but seeing his enemy now reminded him of more than twenty years ago, when the old emperor still resembled a lion.

That heroic spirit and boldness remain vivid even after so many years.

But now, there's only one old man left who has to change his loincloth every hour, otherwise it will leak.

Perhaps, for Leoric II, who remained vigorous and ambitious even in his eighties, this was the true ultimate insult.

Xue Dinglu successfully hung upside down and entered the palace, the maid at the door acting as if she hadn't seen him.

They probably didn't see it, after all, they were chatting enthusiastically, talking about which nobleman's son, how handsome which imperial grandson was, and whether they could become noble ladies... or at least become a nobleman's mistress, which wouldn't be bad.

Looking at the half-dead old man lying on the luxurious bed, and smelling the lingering odor of old age that even the strongest perfume couldn't mask, Xue Luding frowned and drew his rune sword.

The old undead remained silent at this moment. Xue Dinglu made his move, giving this emperor of the empire a quick death.

After all, he had seen the old undead's memories, and the emperor's appearance in his youth even gave him the illusion of seeing "Old Odin".

And now, in such an ugly state, tsk tsk.

The crisp sound of the runic sword being drawn seemed to awaken the old emperor. Seeing Xue Lude pointing his sword at him, the old emperor didn't cry out, but instead suddenly said…

"Barak, is that you?"

"Did you come to kill me...?"

The old emperor spoke slowly and deliberately, as if he were about to breathe his last after saying those words.

"Yes, I've come to kill you." The old undead seemed to appear as a substitute, a blurry phantom behind Xue Luding.

The emperor struggled to raise his head; his empty eye sockets no longer held pupils, only the whites of his eyes remained.

The old emperor could no longer see anything.

But he kept staring intently in Xue Dinglu's direction, as if he knew the old ghost would come looking for him tonight.

Even this old emperor, whose diapers leaked even when he was wearing them, managed to lean against the edge of the bed with difficulty, and drew a short sword from the edge of the bed, pointing it at Xue Dinglu.

Xue Dinglu saw his withered, skeletal arm, a hand that seemed to be only able to grip a short sword in a final burst of energy before death...

Xue Law did not understand the Imperial language, and his communication with the old undead was originally due to a language barrier. However, through the soul connection, the old undead could understand and transform the information he received through Xue Law, allowing him to understand everything he saw on Earth.

Xue's Law requires entering the consciousness space through dreams to see the memories of the old ghost in order to understand the information he received.

Similar to how Xue's Law translates in real time for the old undead, the old undead translates from a screenshot.

Therefore, in their current conversations, Xue Law can only understand the Imperial language spoken by the old undead.

"Old Lee Orrick, twenty years have passed, and you have become so ugly?" The old undead looked at the old and unrecognizable fellow in front of him.

He seemed to have completely lost the desire for revenge.

But in the end, he still asked the question he had wanted to ask most for the past twenty years.

"Old Lee Orrick, I just want to ask you, why did you want to kill me? Have I ever wronged you?"

This is a question he has wanted to ask for countless years.

He never betrayed the empire. In his youth, he expanded the empire's territory, and in his middle age, he defended the empire's borders against the undead calamity for decades.

He wanted an answer.

To everyone's surprise, the old emperor seemed to have heard the funniest joke. His aged mouth stretched almost to his ears. He seemed to want to laugh, but his failing respiratory system could no longer support him laughing out loud.

"You are ultimately my subject. If I want you dead, you must die!" At this moment, the old emperor seemed to have regained the domineering spirit of his youth.

The hand gripping the dagger no longer trembled, and the labored breathing was no longer rapid.

No matter how old he may be, he is still the emperor who led the empire to prosperity, a near-legendary knight, and the emperor of this empire!

"As long as I live, all of you traitors shall die!" The old emperor didn't even bother to give any reason.

He was merely arrogantly venting his kingly ways, and his aged, almost emaciated body seemed to experience a final burst of energy, even adopting the starting stance of the Imperial Sword Technique.

"Hahaha...ha ...

The old ghost burst into maniacal laughter, a laugh like that of an Uchiha. The laughter was sharp and piercing, tearing through the night sky and awakening the few guards in the palace, as well as the princes and grandsons of the royal family.

The maids outside screamed, and soon the guards would arrive.

"What is he... saying?" Xue asked.

The old spirit seemed to be laughing so hard his stomach hurt, laughing so hard that the ghostly fire in his eye sockets was trembling: "He said...he said...I...I..."

When Xue Dinglu saw the old ghost's spirit recklessly heading towards madness, he was immediately speechless.

The old ghost's mental state was very unstable; he was constantly in a state of Schrödinger's cat-like madness, with occasional moments of lucidity mixed with moments of madness, such as the constant pressure to get him married.

Revenge is revenge, but the old ghost is just wasting his own mental energy.

Refusing to suffer mentally, Xue Law immediately stepped forward. Old Leo Orrick II tried to resist with his dagger, but Xue Law easily took it and punched the old man's aged face.

"You dare to hit me? I am the Great Emperor!" the old emperor roared.

A fierce and violent fist struck the aged face once again, accompanied by Xue Luding's muttering voice.

"I! I! I! You dog-legged emperor!"

Chapter 11 No, how could the Dragon Ascension be empty!

"What a weak emperor."

Three punches landed on the old emperor's face in quick succession, splattering red, spicy, and sour liquid all over the ground. He was on the verge of dying.

The old undead seemed to have just woken up from the old emperor's words and the hatred of the past. Looking at his enemy, who was now unconscious after being hit by three punches from the emperor, he didn't care at all.

It would be best if he died; if he doesn't, then let him continue living such an ugly and pathetic life.

Suddenly, the palace was brightly lit.

"The Emperor has been assassinated! Royal Magic Corps, fire on the assassin!" The prince's voice echoed in the darkness.

In an instant, dozens of fireballs flew in parabolic arcs toward the old emperor's palace. Xue Luding was stunned when he escaped from the palace. He was about to say that perhaps the old man could still be saved.

The next moment, none of the fireballs found Xue's Law; they all bombarded the old emperor's palace like exploding grenades. The old emperor's palace was instantly blown to pieces and then collapsed in the next round of explosions.

Xue's Law: "..."

He suspected that this prince wasn't there to blow him up at all, but simply to kill his father.

"Hurry up and leave. It's pathetic that this old thing has lived like this..." The old ghost looked at the dilapidated palace and then at the prince who was bombarding it in the distance, without the slightest bit of lingering affection.

It seemed that at this moment, he had completely said goodbye to the past. Xue Dinglu turned around and did not look back.

Another explosion rang out, this time the old emperor's palace completely collapsed and exploded, turning his unwavering kingly principles and dignity into dust.

The gust of wind from the explosion made Xue Dinglu's clothes flutter loudly.

"The assassin is right here!" The sudden shout interrupted Xue Luding's escape route. The next moment, fireballs aimed at the old emperor's palace began to fly towards him sporadically.

"Sensing magic, and there are also hero-level mages in the palace," the old undead added to Xue Dinglu.

He was not an imperial citizen after all, and all he had taught him was swordsmanship and divine magic; he knew very little about the rest of the empire.