They searched almost the entire night of the Imperial Capital, yet no matter what, they couldn't believe that the ferocious and terrifying General Barak could turn into such a young "handsome youth".
"Grandpa Barak, I need your help." Alola stepped forward and said directly.
The time no longer allowed for pleasantries or explanations; both sides thought the same way.
And the old undead controlled Xue Dili, stepping up to directly grab the Female Pope's hand, saying, "There's no time to explain, the Witch Demon King has arrived, I will take you away from here!"
"Your Holiness!" The Holy Knights drew their swords, but by now the old undead had effectively taken her hostage.
"To where!" Alola immediately realized that her grandfather seemed not prepared to listen to her at all.
"A world without war, without the undead, peaceful and safe, live well there, my Alola." The next moment, the old undead was ready to leave during the last moments.
"Grandpa Barak... I..." The Female Pope wanted to say something immediately, but her words were instantly interrupted by the old undead.
"Shut up, this world is beyond saving!" The old undead roared in a hoarse voice, "Even for me, it's impossible to defeat the Witch Demon King, run away, with some luck I arrived in another world, a world guarded by a deity called 'Ultraman', in that peaceful world, you can surely live safely."
"As for the Empire, the Balak Family is already dead with only one last person left, we have done everything we could!"
"Don't worry about other issues, I've already explored that world, it's a world much more peaceful, beautiful by billions times than the Empire, come with Grandpa..."
"Alola, come home with Grandpa..."
The old undead was nearly begging.
"And what about them, what about the hundreds of thousands of people in the Imperial Capital?" The Female Pope's words sounded.
Yet it angered the old undead.
He looked at those behind him, the group of Holy Knights and priests. This group of holy professions was not afraid of him, this Legendary Level undead, they all drew their long swords, took up their warhammers.
Even those priests or bishops who originally preached, even just some nuns, the old undead saw them putting on heavy armor like steel plates, and their doctrines in hand turned into solid iron hammers.
None of them flinched, as if they were about to head to the execution ground, looking at him, this undead with battle intent and anger in their eyes.
But the problem is, what use is there in sacrificing these thousands of elderly, weak, and sick?
The world is about to be destroyed, do you still care about that bullshit faith?
Seeing these people, the old undead felt like he saw his once loyal self as a Holy Knight, in deep self-loathing, he harbored great resentment towards this group of holy professions with the same origin as him.
He looked towards his only kin, his granddaughter Alola, this beauty in her early thirties, she was also staring at him intensely, her eyes full of that stubborn, stubborn determination and belief.
Really... disgusting eyes!
Just as disgusting as my younger self!
"What do they have to do with me? I can only take you away, let's go, listen to Grandpa, there's not much time left." The old undead gripped the Female Pope's hand tighter, as if trying to crush her bones.
"What if I say no?" The Female Pope looked at her grandfather, and that gaze plunged the unstable old undead back into madness.
"If you don't leave, I will break your legs and limbs, even if I have to drag you, I will take you away!" The old undead seemed truly angry finally, he didn't understand why he had fought so hard for such a beautiful future for her, but Alola was unappreciative of it.
Sharp bone armor gradually emerged on Xue Dili's arms, the unstable mental state of the old undead made him extreme enough to truly be prepared to break his granddaughter's legs.
Yet the next moment, a dagger appeared in the Female Pope's hand, slicing straight down.
But the target of the dagger wasn't Xue Dili, but her own arm!
"Alola, you're crazy!" The old undead instantly let go of his granddaughter, he never expected this moment, that his daughter's resolve to stay in this world was so steadfast, just like how he was in his youth.
"Grandpa, are you forcing me to become a deserter?"
The Female Pope's words were like arrows penetrating the old undead's heart again, shattering his few remaining bits of dignity and morality to pieces.
"Boom!"
The wall gate had already been breached.
The militia couldn't hold on until the undead stormed the city; they all fled not long ago.
The gate was broken through under the pressure of the undead and exploding corpses.
Countless Undead Army surged into the city like sharks smelling blood, chasing the scent of the living.
"Grandpa, let me use your power." The Female Pope said.
"You can't use it!" The old undead roared; just now he merely covered with a layer of bone armor, Alola's arm was already filled with the intent to die. If he had held it a few seconds longer, that arm would have been rendered useless.
The power of the undead and the life force of the living were like ice and fire, clashing, no one was an exception.
Even Xue Dili could only hold on for a few more minutes.
The Catastrophe Legion poured into the Imperial Capital, that group of priests and Holy Knights picked up their weapons and charged forward.
On this side, whether it was the stubborn old man or the stubborn Female Pope, they were both anxiously jumping up and down, but they couldn't convince each other, only getting anxious themselves.
"I've long expected this, you can't convince her." Suddenly, Xue Dili's youthful voice came, immediately narrowing the Female Pope's pupils.
"Shut up! I'll knock her out directly, bring her back to your world, you just watch!" The old undead's hoarse voice came from Xue Dili's mouth.
This scene was like a late-stage schizophrenia patient, Xue Dili's youthful voice and the old undead's hoarse voice arguing in the same mouth.
"Grandpa, if you really do this, the moment I wake up, I will commit suicide!" The Female Pope said, "You can't stop me, neither can this child, I mean what I say."
Ignoring the enraged old undead, she seemed to be carrying a belief of certain death, planting the scepter in her hand into the ground.
The next moment, overwhelming Holy Light swept across hundreds of meters, the closer undead self-ignited, and the ones farther away seemed nauseated, moving away from the light circle.
"Everyone, even if the Holy Light extinguishes, we will continue to fight!"
"Behind us is the last light!"
The Female Pope's resounding voice invigorated the life of the holy professions.
"Roar!"
The invigorated Holy Knights swung their warhammers, smashing the skulls of the undead one by one, even briefly pushing to the city gate.
Yet everything was like the last brilliance before death; when the higher undead joined the battle, the Holy Knights were like a lone boat in the ocean, retreating rapidly...
"You... you..."
The old undead was so angry he was speechless, if he were still alive, his blood pressure would probably be high enough to cause cerebral hemorrhage.
"So, Old Deng, you can't see it better than an outsider, your granddaughter is not the type to be a deserter, then quietly have children and become a wife for a stranger." Xue Dili smiled, turning his head to look in the direction of the distant Holy Mountain.
"Can't you see? Her idol, ah, is exactly you at thirty years old!"
Xue Dili's voice made the Female Pope look back, she smiled at this big boy who didn't know why he coexisted with her grandfather.
Xue Dili also smiled. At this moment, the two with an age difference of nearly twenty years seemed to have found a resonance, Xue Dili extended his fist, pointing to the direction of the void beside them.
"Old Deng, let's go together!"
And then, as if finally making up his mind...
Old Barak also extended his fist, colliding it with Xue Dili's in the void.
The next moment, the massive bone armor took shape instantly, and the enormous Skeleton Demon stood on the ground, spreading its wings, blotting out the sky and sun!