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

The death knell of doomsday still echoes over the capital, and the stench of the rotting army of the dead seems to have already permeated the entire capital.

"Why?" the old ghost asked.

"Hmm?" Xue Dinglu tilted his head.

"You've done enough for me, a dead man, why?" The old ghost's voice echoed in my mind.

While doing parkour on the earthen rooftops of the houses, Xue Dinglu chatted with the old ghost, saying, "Because I want to!"

"?"

As Xue Dinglu traveled, he told the old spirit the story of General Yue in detail.

"Isn't General Yue's experience very similar to yours?" Xue Dinglu asked the old ghost in return.

"Back in the old campus group chat, there was a post asking what you would most like to do if you traveled back to the early Southern Song Dynasty. Do you know how my cyberpunk buddies chose their choices?"

"How was it chosen?" the old undead asked blankly.

"We'll crawl all the way to Lin'an, crawl right up to Wanyan Gou, and even if we die, we'll splatter his blood all over us!" Xue Dinglu revealed a kind smile.

“Even in death, I’d rather disgust Wanyan Gou. If I die on the way to kill them, then even death would be worth it,” Xue Dinglu laughed. “Similar examples include Yu Shaobao, Gao Changgong, the French village girl, and Siegfried from Northern Europe…”

"Even if it's just Cyber ​​Wanyan Gou, the number of times he dies every day is enough to circle Earth tens of thousands of times," Xue Dinglu joked with a smile.

"This time I've really stumbled upon it. I don't know if this is the only chance I'll ever have in my life... I forgot the details, but anyway, I feel it's my duty!"

Xue Luding could already see the city wall in the distance. He stood on the top of a flagpole and saw the vast army of undead in the distance.

At this moment, he truly understood what it meant to be vast and boundless.

In Xue's Law's consciousness space, the old ghost clearly did not believe such nonsense.

No lunatic would risk their life to help someone just because of some dubious meal replacement literature, especially these two who are now like "familiar strangers."

As soon as Xue's law sticks out his butt, old Barack knows what he's talking about.

This kind of nonsensical and utter nonsense reeks of lying.

"Tsk, I've tried my best to appease you. Not saying anything like 'because I'm a Young Pioneer' or 'don't underestimate the bond between us' is just to coax you," Xue Dinglu said.

His words enraged the old ghost so much that he wanted to pull out his cane and give him six blows in a second. If the old ghost were still alive, he probably would have had a stroke from high blood pressure.

"You wicked brat, I won't help you anymore!" the old undead said viciously.

Xue Dinglu simply smiled and slowly recounted: "When I was a child, a firefighter pulled me out of a forest fire..."

"So, I also think about how to use my life in the most worthwhile way." He looked up at the sky.

The dawn sunlight peeked through the clouds and quietly swept across the horizon.

Chapter 13 We Will Win! A Declaration of Victory Before the Charge

Even when people from another world curse, it sounds like they're being affectionate.

Xue's Law didn't even intend to argue with Old Deng.

Below, the hands of the scattered militiamen holding spears and bows trembled.

What happens after the number exceeds ten million?

A sea! An endless sea of ​​corpses!

Everywhere in sight, mountains, plains, farmland, forests... everything was submerged by the sea of ​​the dead, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Densely packed, endless.

Even the flying undead, which make up less than one percent of the population, blot out the sky.

Apart from a large mountain not far away, the area was densely packed with the spirits of the dead.

"Why don't the undead occupy that mountain?" Xue Dinglu pointed to the snow-covered mountain.

“That’s the sacred mountain of the empire, and the palace of the sun god in mythology. But in your world, it should be called… a volcano…” the old undead explained.

“Volcano…” Xue Dinglu stared at the spot without saying a word, his eyes flashing with a different kind of brilliance.

……

General Julia looked at the vast, sea-like army of the dead in the distance, and then at the militia around him who were probably seeing battle for the first time in their lives...

It's impossible to win...

Although he suffered repeated defeats, he was an old general who had participated in dozens of battles, big and small. It was obvious that he couldn't win!

There's no way we can win...

The empire is doomed, and so is humanity.

Even without the Lich King, no matter how large the undead army was, they would still have a fighting chance.

Without the Lich King, the undead army would become a mindless mess, possibly even fighting amongst themselves.

However, when faced with the undead army led by the Lich King, it truly became the "Undead Scourge".

That could even be a natural disaster capable of destroying the world.

Now, if we want to hold on, there's only one way...

General Julia looked into the distance, where a throne appeared on the back of a skeletal dragon, and upon that throne sat the Lich King!

There's only one way left! Charge in and kill the Lich King!

Just as General Barak made a decision twenty years ago, there is only one way to end the Scourge: kill the Lich King.

However, twenty years ago, when General Barak launched a surprise attack on the Lich King, it was precisely because he fled with his demoralized army that the war, which was meant to be a decisive victory, was ultimately lost.

That boomerang from twenty years ago has now hit me twenty years in the future...

General Julia's palms were sweating. He turned around and looked at his personal guards.

These are all hero-level knights, and many of them are even magic knights who can chant spells.

These few dozen personal guards were his true core group, his last trump card that allowed him to regroup after every defeat over the decades.

"General Barak, please bless us..."

The sudden sound came from the militia.

Then more and more people even threw down their spears, knelt on the ground, recited doctrines, and called out General Barak's name.

They began to pray, they began to pray, they knelt on the ground, trembling, calling upon the only hero in their hearts who could save them.

Barak, the undead general who was the iron wall of the empire, invincible against the undead, and even killed the Lich King once!

General Julia clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

Yes, nobody believed him, not even himself.

Even after more than twenty years, and despite the Empire’s desperate attempts to suppress and discredit General Barak’s deeds, his story continues to circulate in the streets and alleys, becoming a legend in the mouths of bards.

Even in the spread of the story, General Barak was no longer portrayed as a ghost, but as an angel of the sun god…

Many ordinary people secretly kept statues of General Barak in their homes, including temples.

The people's wishes were very simple. When General Barak was in power, the empire covered tens of millions of square kilometers.

Now, only this corner of the capital remains.

In the end, in their utter despair and utter defeat, all they prayed for was General Barak, the one who had led the empire to prosperity.

Just like the debt of gratitude owed to General Barak, which still hasn't been repaid even after twenty years.

Regret welled up in his heart, and blood seeped from General Julia's hands. Then, he seemed to smile with relief, as if he had made his final decision.

"Gentlemen, this is the final battle..."

He looked towards the distance, towards the Lich King sitting atop the bone dragon, his eyes revealing a fighting spirit determined to fight to the death.

"Gentlemen, we have no other chance of winning, but we still have one last desperate opportunity: to emulate General Barak twenty years ago and kill the Lich King!"

Upon hearing this, even the guards around him looked at the current Imperial General in astonishment.

It was General Julia's escape that led to the failure of the campaign to seal the Lich King twenty years ago.

Whenever they think of this incident, countless soldiers who resisted the undead army feel extreme regret, and some even wish they could strangle General Julia.

Twenty years later, this General Julia made the same decision as another general twenty years earlier.

but……

“Even if the Lich King dies, he will be resurrected in less than ten years. He is an immortal monster…” someone said. “Then what’s the point of killing him!”

Even General Julia's personal guards had lost all morale, let alone the militia that had been conscripted.

“But we will also buy the Empire ten years to breathe, and that will be enough!” General Julia drew his sword and pointed it in the direction of the Lich King. “Gentlemen, follow me and charge!”

"Open the city gates and launch a surprise attack on the Lich King!"

The militiamen stared in shock at the small squad preparing to storm the Lich King, their thoughts turning back to the heroic act of General Barak sacrificing himself to take down the Lich King twenty years ago.

The night is about to end, and dawn is approaching.

The wishes of the former general now converged on this former deserter general.

When the city gates were opened, even the guards, upon seeing the faintly brightening sky and the overwhelming army of undead that blotted out the sun, trembled as they picked up their spears.

Going there means certain death!

"General, can we really win?" Julia's lieutenant asked in a trembling voice.

General Julia remained silent, then solemnly returned, facing the faintly brightening sky.

"We will win!"

This is a victory declaration before the charge.

He is also a near-legendary level, one of the strongest forces in the Empire. The Lich King's close combat ability is not strong. Twenty years ago, the former general was able to fight to the death and exchange one for one with the Lich King. So can he!

"Cavalry, charge!"

The knight's lance points the way, charging into the battlefield of the dead.

Unicorn-hybrid warhorses galloped wildly across the plains outside the capital, their only target being the Lich King, who sat atop a bone dragon, ten miles away!

At that moment, General Julia faced the direction where the sun was about to rise, and he seemed to finally understand the kind of conviction that General Barak had carried when he charged forward twenty years ago.