My portable grandfather refreshes every week

Chapter 16: Lip-service is the most useless skill

They searched the imperial capital for almost the entire night, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not believe that the hideous General Barak could actually turn into such a young "beautiful boy".

"Grandpa Barak, I need your help." Alola stepped forward and said directly.

Both sides believed that time did not allow them to be polite or to explain.

The old undead controlled Xue Lufen and stepped forward to grab the Pope's hand, saying, "There's no time to explain. The Lich King is here. I will take you away from here!"

"Your Holiness!" The paladins drew their swords one after another, but at this time the old undead had already completely kidnapped her.

"Where are you going!" Allura immediately realized that her grandfather didn't seem to be prepared to listen to anything she said.

"A world without war, without undead, a peaceful and tranquil world, where I can live well, my Alola." The old undead was ready to leave at the last moment.

"Grandpa Barak... I..." The Pope wanted to say something immediately, but her words were immediately interrupted by the old undead.

"Shut up, this world is beyond saving!" the old undead roared in a hoarse voice. "Even I can't defeat the Lich King. Escape. I'm lucky enough to have traveled to another world, where a god named Ultraman protects us. You can live safely in that peaceful world."

"As for the Empire, my Barak family is down to the very last member left. We have done our utmost!"

"Don't worry about other problems. Grandpa has already explored that world. It is a world a billion times more peaceful and beautiful than the Empire. Come with Grandpa..."

"Alola, come home with Grandpa..."

The old undead spirit was almost begging.

"What about them, the hundreds of thousands of people in the imperial capital?" The voice of the Pope came.

But it made the old undead angry.

He looked at the group of paladins and priests behind him. These clergymen were not afraid of him, a legendary undead. They all drew their swords and picked up their war hammers.

Even those priests or bishops who were originally missionaries, or even just some nuns, the old undead saw that they were wearing heavy armor like steel plates, and the doctrines in their hands had turned into solid iron hammers.

None of them retreated, as if they were rushing to the execution ground, and their eyes were filled with fighting spirit and anger as they looked at the undead.

But the question is, what’s the point of filling the gaps with these thousands of elderly, weak, sick and disabled people?

The world is about to be destroyed, do you still care about your bullshit beliefs?

When the old undead saw these people, it was as if he saw his former self who was a paladin and loyal. In his deep self-loathing, he also felt great disgust towards this group of clergy who were born in the same family.

He looked at his only relative, his granddaughter Alora, a beauty in her early thirties. She was also staring at him intently, her eyes filled with that kind of stubborn determination and conviction.

What a disgusting look!

Just as disgusting as I was when I was younger!
"What do they have to do with me? I can only take you away. Let's go. Listen to grandpa. Time is running out." The old undead squeezed the Pope's hand even harder, as if he wanted to crush her bones.

"What if I say no?" The Pope looked at her grandfather, and that look made the mentally unstable old undead fall into madness again.

"If you don't leave, I will break your legs and limbs, and I will drag you away even if I have to!" The old undead seemed to be finally angry. He didn't know why he fought so hard to fight for such a bright future for her, but Allura didn't appreciate it.

Sharp bone armor gradually emerged from Xue Lufen's arms. The old undead's unstable mental state made him so extreme that he was ready to break his granddaughter's legs.

However, the next moment, a dagger appeared in the Pope's hand and chopped down directly.

But the dagger's target was not Xue Lufen, but her own arm!

"Alola, you're crazy!" The old undead instantly let go of his granddaughter. He never expected that at this moment, his daughter's determination to stay in this world was so firm, as firm as himself when he was young.

"Grandpa, are you forcing me to be a deserter?"

The Pope's words were like arrows that pierced the old soul's heart again, shattering his few remaining dignity and morals.

"boom!"

The gates of the city walls had been breached, and the militia, unable to withstand the undead siege, had all fled not long ago.

The gate was breached by the crush of the undead and the explosion of corpses.

Countless undead armies rushed into the city like sharks smelling blood, chasing the scent of the living.

"Grandpa, let me use your power." said the Pope.

"You can't use it!" the old undead roared. Just now, he had only covered a layer of bone armor, but Alola's arm was already full of death. If he had grabbed it for a few more seconds, her hand would have been crippled.

The power of the undead and the vitality of the living clash like ice and fire, and no one is exempt.

Even Xue's law can only last for a few more minutes.

The Scourge poured into the imperial capital, and the group of priests and paladins picked up their weapons and rushed forward.

Both the stubborn old man and the stubborn female pope were extremely anxious, but they could not convince each other and could only worry about themselves.

"I've expected this. You can't convince her." Suddenly, Xue Lufen's youthful voice came, and the Pope's pupils immediately constricted.

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

The scene was like that of a late-stage schizophrenic patient, with Xue Lufen's youthful voice and the old ghost's hoarse voice quarreling in the same mouth.

"Grandpa, if you really do that, I will commit suicide the first moment I wake up!" said the Pope. "You can't stop me, and this child can't stop me either. I mean what I say."

She ignored the angry old undead and, as if with a determined determination, thrust the scepter in her hand into the ground.

The next moment, surging holy light swept over an area of ​​hundreds of meters. The nearby undead spontaneously combusted, and the farther undead seemed to be disgusted and moved away from the light circle.

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

"Behind us is the final light!"

The Pope's resounding voice was like a shot in the arm, boosting the lives of the clergy.

"Roar!"

The excited paladins swung their war hammers, smashing the skulls of the undead one by one, and even briefly pushed them to the city gate.

However, everything was just a fleeting moment. When the high-level undead joined the battlefield, the Paladins were like a lone boat in the ocean, retreating step by step...

"you you……"

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

"So, Lao Deng, you don't see it as clearly as I, a bystander. Your granddaughter won't be the kind of woman who would be content to be a deserter and then give birth to a stranger's child and become his wife." Xue Lufen smiled and turned to look in the direction of the holy mountain in the distance.

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Her idol is none other than the 30-year-old you!"

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

Xue Lufen also smiled. At this moment, the two men, who were almost twenty years apart in age, seemed to have a resonance. Xue Lufen stretched out his fist and pointed in the direction of the void next to him.

"Lao Deng, let's go together!"

Then, the old undead seemed to have finally made up his mind...

Old Barak also stretched out his fist and collided with Xue Falun's fist in the void.

The next moment, a huge bone armor took shape instantly, and a huge skeleton demon stood on the ground, spreading its wings, covering the sky and the sun!

(End of this chapter)