The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

In the Holy Norton Empire, underground in the Eastern Cathedral, inside the Heretic Purification Center.

Xue Fa Lun appeared within a hundred meters underground. The surroundings were eerily quiet and eerily bright.

The entire scene was like an underground tomb, with a giant bone sword stuck in the center of the tomb. Surrounding it were unknown statues of gods, and holy light shone from each statue onto the giant bone sword.

The huge bone sword was clearly covered in flesh, blood, and blood vessels, and should have been extremely evil, but for some reason, it exuded a sacred feeling.

This bone magic sword is the real body of the old man inside the body.

"Old man, I always feel that the Church does not want to kill you, but wants to purify you?" Xue Lufen looked at the magic sword that was both evil and sacred, and the way it was inserted into the stone, it looked like a holy sword for future heroes to use.

Perhaps the Holy See just wanted to wipe out the old man and retain only the original power of the sword. After all, their own pope was dead, and it would be a big loss if they didn't get anything out of it.

He had no choice but to keep the magic sword transformed by the old man and pray that it could purify the evil and preserve his vitality.

If the plan can be completed, the Holy See will have a holy sword, and this power can even be passed down forever from generation to generation.

Xue Falu guessed most of it in an instant.

He walked to the magic sword and grasped the hilt.

A familiar feeling came over him, as if the sword itself was one with him, and was even calling him.

"What should I do? Just draw the sword?" Xue Lufen asked.

“Yes, draw the sword, and then we can be one, just like Daigo and Ultraman Tiga,” the old ghost said.

Xue Law: "..."

He regretted showing the old man the special effects drama.

Xue Lufen reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword again. A cool feeling climbed up his arm. He clenched his hands tightly, as if without any defense, and prepared to draw the sword without saying a word.

At this moment, the old undead who was watching all this stared blankly at Xue Lufen, as if he couldn't believe that he believed his words.

"Wait, do you trust me so much? Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to escape, kill you, and then take over your body?" The old undead looked at the reckless Xue Lufen and couldn't help but say.

"Don't worry, I believe you, old man." Xue Lufen said, seemingly without any defense.

But inside the space of consciousness, the skeleton demon stared at Xue Lufen, and the indescribable loneliness and uneasiness shook the chains.

Xue Lufeng knew that the old man had been traumatized and did not trust anyone. He also felt that anyone would betray him.

Xue Lufen just agreed with what he said. He could control the space of consciousness, and at that time, the worst that could happen was that he and the old man would be killed in battle.

However, the old man seemed to be shocked by this undisguised belief, but he seemed to think about it and felt that this child was living in such a beautiful world after all, and had become a person who had experienced light...

"Is this the reason why I can never become Da Gu..." The old undead soul tortured himself in his heart.

Perhaps he understood that when he compared himself to his ideal person, he found that there was no comparison.

I lost... I lost in every aspect...

Even in this situation, do I still have to be so petty?

The old undead seemed to reveal a trace of shame and annoyance. He immediately said, "Let go. Don't try to use brute force. Let your blood drip onto the sword guard before trying to pull it out."

The old ghost let go of his grudges. This time, he completely believed in Xue's law. The feeling of loneliness and uneasiness disappeared, and he seemed to smile with relief.

I thought about how this child originally lived in an extremely beautiful and peaceful world, and that he risked his life to come to this rotten empire for him.

Come with him to this world of dog history!

I don't need to be vigilant anymore.

A child who can turn into light will never betray himself!

Xue Fa Lu did as he was told. When the blood smeared on the sword guard, the part connected to the guard suddenly opened its terrifying eyes.

The eyeball on the sword guard kept turning, and when it looked at Xue Falu, it narrowed into a slit.

"Click..."

The ground began to tear apart.

Xue Lufen immediately grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it up with force.

The entire earth seemed to begin to tremble, debris fell from the ceiling, the statues underground fell to the ground, and the cracks in the earth became more and more numerous and deeper, as if they were going to bury him alive underground.

At this time, the Cathedral of Holy Light is in a state of tranquility and peace. Countless refugees pray at the entrance of the cathedral, and after the monks finish reciting the doctrines, they will bring out a whole cart of local specialty rice porridge.

Anyone can receive rice porridge, but the prerequisite is that they can recite the doctrine.

The refugees thanked God for his gift and recited the teachings continuously.

In the entire empire, only the Holy See cared about their lives in the end.

But at this moment, inside the Vatican, the richly dressed Pope looked at the intelligence handed over by her subordinates and instantly became extremely angry.

"The Snow Wind City encountered a massive army of Undead Knights. Their terrifying charge was as powerful as gods and ghosts. General Julia couldn't defeat them despite his best efforts." The messenger reported the news from the front line.

"The Crusaders were completely wiped out, the Imperial Knights were completely wiped out, and the Undead Army is only three hundred miles away from the Imperial Capital!" With every word the Pope uttered, the hall became colder.

Everyone was silent, even the most conservative heretic knight had no intention of offending the Pope at this time.

Chapter 5 You will regret it!

"Your Holiness, there is good news. General Julia has escaped and returned. The Empire still has a chance to make a comeback..." said the herald...

"Good news? Ten thousand Crusaders and thirty thousand Imperial Knights, all wiped out? What's the point of him escaping back? Forty thousand people! This is an army of forty thousand, with thousands of elites among them! You know, we are facing the threat of an additional forty thousand undead troops! Even forty thousand pigs cannot be defeated so quickly." The Pope's chest trembled with anger.

"On the other hand, at least we've preserved General Julia's quasi-legendary combat power..."

"Oh, thank goodness, he's a loser who can only run away. Twenty years ago, he was the one who fled with the army and betrayed the general. Decades later, he's still only able to run away? I advise your empire to first elect a general who can't run away!"

The Pope seemed to laugh in anger. "I've heard that among the current imperial army, there's a legend that 'whoever runs slow will be devastated.'"

"Pope Alola, I come to you on behalf of the Empire to borrow troops. This time, we only need 1000 Paladins. We are confident that we can resist the undead army outside the imperial capital..."

"Get out!" the Pope yelled.

"Your Holiness, I represent the Empire and the Emperor's will! You will regret it!" said the herald.

"I am the Pope!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the paladins in the hall raised their war hammers and glared at the messenger sent by the empire.

A faint light shone above the warhammer, and the pressure emanating from the heavy-armored paladins, each over two meters tall, almost suffocated him.

"You will regret this..." The herald was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees and left in a hurry.

"Did I ask you to stand?" The cold voice of Pope Alora came.

The herald officer didn't dare to say anything more. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to leave the hall. He could only curl himself up into a ball and whispered, "Get out if you want..."

"Your Holiness Pope Alola, the empire is beyond salvation. What should we do next?" said a priest.

In fact, they had long seen that the empire was doomed. Since the death of the previous general, no one in the empire could suppress the undead plague.

The undead scourge could only wreak havoc on the empire's borders, and the defense line was eroded step by step.

This great defeat only buried the already hopeless empire into the ground, and even killed 10,000 crusaders of the Holy See.

"Escape? Where can we escape to?" the Pope asked.

The entire hall fell into complete silence.

"We have nowhere to escape. Behind us is the sea, the endless sea that cannot be found even if tens of thousands of warships are sacrificed!" the Pope roared.

She has had enough of this empire. Ever since the death of the previous Pope twenty years ago, she, as the saint, has been entrusted with the task of taking over this whole mess.

Without its former general, the empire was completely devastated. A deserter became a general? From then on, the empire no longer had any brave warriors. Every battle with the undead army was a race to see who could run faster.

If you run too slowly, you will become a heinous sinner like the previous general!

That incident was a purely political struggle. Before that, the empire had only three legendary masters: one was the imperial court wizard, one was the Pope, and the last one was the former general Barak.

This was the time when the empire was at its strongest. Even when facing the Lich King who had swept across the surrounding small countries and unleashed the Scourge of Undead, the empire could still keep him out and even had the strength to kill the Lich King.

But a stupid political struggle ruined everything. The Empire was dissatisfied with the fact that General Barak was a Paladin. Even though General Barak's family was an old-fashioned imperial noble family, he was considered absolutely disloyal by the Empire because of his inconsistent loyalty.

So in that political struggle, General Barak died and became a ghost, and the Pope also died, killed by General Barak.

The Empire won a great victory and the power of the Holy See was weakened to the extreme, but at what cost?

A few years later, after the court's chief magician died of old age, the entire empire was left without a single legendary warrior!

The external undead army has been crushing the empire all the way and has swallowed up 80% of the empire's territory. The Lich King himself is actually the strongest in the entire continent and the only legendary level.

The end of the empire, the undead plague! How ridiculous!

"How far has the purification of General Barak's spirit progressed?" the Pope asked the bishop of the Inquisition in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, during yesterday's inspection, more than 80% of it has been purified. At the current rate, it will only take four years to complete the purification, and we will obtain a holy sword and a holy spirit that can be passed down for eternity," the cardinal said.

"Four years..." the Pope murmured in a low voice.

It was too late to wait until that time. The empire was like a dying camel, and the last straw had been broken, leaving it with no room for struggle.

"Take me to the underground secret room, I will talk to General Barak." The Pope seemed to have made some decision.

"Wait, Your Holiness."

"No, the general is still undead."

"We are unsure whether the General will attack you directly..."

"Enough, I am the Pope!" Allura's roar silenced all the bishops.

Yes, they have no other choice. They have already torn their relations with the Empire, and the Undead Army is at the gates of the city. They have nothing to lose.

Now that things have come to this, we can only pray that General Barak still cares about the Holy See and is still able to defeat the undead army.

Pope Alora gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling.

She seemed to have made the final decision. Even if it meant death, she would release the only legendary strongman now, the undead Barak.

She has a secret that she has not told anyone. In terms of blood relationship, she is the granddaughter of General Barak.

Her mother was the illegitimate daughter of the general. The general did not take her back to the family, but gave her to the care of friends in the Holy See. Later, her mother married a gifted paladin and gave birth to her.

Twenty years ago, the Barak family was massacred, and only her branch escaped because they changed their identities. This was the secret that the former Pope told her before his death.

She was chosen to be the new Pope precisely because of this identity, because if anyone could best wield the magic sword, it would be her, the only remaining member of the Barak family.

The former Pope calculated that even though General Barak was extremely resentful, he would still protect his only relative.

Because he no longer has any family.

And in the future that the former Pope saw through the Great Prophecy, only this magic sword was the only one that could kill the Lich King and solve the undead plague.

All other futures are doomsday!

That's why he risked his life to seal General Barak. He staked his fate on the future! The only future that could end the undead scourge.

"Buzz..." The sudden earthquake shocked everyone.

Then, the people from the Inquisition suddenly changed their expressions and said, "Oh no! It's the secret room where the Holy Sword is sealed! Damn it! General Barak might have rioted."

However, before they could check, the huge impact shattered the ground.

The earth cracked and the houses shook.

A five-meter-tall skeleton demon rose into the sky and hovered above the cathedral. Its figure blocked the sunlight, with its bony wings spread out, like a demon from hell.

Chapter 6 Fighting is fun!

The pair of bone wings covered the sky like a nightmare, blocking out the sunlight in the entire cathedral and causing countless refugees below to start to riot.

There were many people who were panic-stricken, terrified, and kept muttering doctrines in an attempt to ask the gods to drive away the demons.

The knights of the Holy See felt an indescribable evil attacking their brains in that instant, and at the same time, an irresistible fear was invading them.

"Everyone, form a formation and prepare to meet the enemy!" the Knight Commander shouted loudly in an instant.

He immediately took out his giant shield and held it in front of everyone, while the war hammer in his hand emitted a surging light.

They were all high-ranking officials of the Vatican, and they all knew that General Barak's soul was sealed at the bottom of the cathedral, but they could not believe that General Barak, who was about to be purified, suddenly went berserk and broke the seal.

There was no warning, no chance of defense, just like the undead plague that swept across the continent.

The paladins took out their giant shields, the war hammers in their hands shone brightly, and their divine spells were ready to be unleashed.

But all the knights who had experienced the battle twenty years ago only felt cold from head to toe.