My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

Once again on the Blood Dragon’s back, the old thing was in an even worse mood.

Whether he was upset by his daughter-in-law’s words or by a dark suspicion that arose upon seeing his daughter-in-law turned into an undead disaster, was unclear.

"So, how did you end up killing your daughter-in-law?" Xue Dili still asked.

In their previous exchanges, there was no mention of this character, and Xue Dili could understand, especially since this person was someone the Old Demon Emperor truly couldn’t bother to look at. Yet it was precisely such figures gathering that led to the downfall of his Empire.

"She didn’t die." The Old Demon Emperor directly said.

"Hmm?" Xue Dili showed a puzzled expression.

"Before I died, she was still alive. During the rebellion my youngest son started, I only killed him and the other rebels with him. After that, I died from the insect poison and could only witness the subsequent events as a soul." The Old Demon Emperor explained directly, feeling a chaotic turmoil within himself.

For he pondered a possibility... Could his children, wife, and subordinates also become part of this undead disaster?

Just thinking about this possibility made his hands tremble.

It was a strange anger and pain.

Xue Dili frowned in contemplation as well.

The Blood Dragon soared over the undead territory and this time, no attacks came that could hit the airborne Blood Dragon. Meanwhile, Xue Dili roughly identified the undead’s center from the sky.

It was an enormous bone castle, remarkably conspicuous, recognizable at a glance. Whether it was the Witch Demon King or some other formidable undead, it was hard to tell.

Thus Xue Dili and the Old Demon Emperor dove straight down, crashing through its bone walls without hesitation.

The undead army surged forward, but Xue Dili had no need to strike, as the Blood Dragon’s breath easily melted them into blood water, and each swipe of its claws took out swathes of undead.

"This isn’t the Witch Demon King’s Great Tomb after all." Xue Dili glanced around, stating this.

It was evident that the quality of the undead here wasn’t high. In a world where glass cannons were ubiquitous, surely there’d be entities near the Witch Demon King capable of threatening the Old Demon Emperor and Xue Dili.

This was the magic world’s peculiarity; despite their near-undying bodies, what power they could wield, Xue Dili didn’t know.

Yet here, everything was pitifully weak, with not even a single Legendary Level undead, more resembling a large throng of peasants?

Such was Xue Dili’s feeling; these undead seemed merely peasants forcibly armed into militia after the invaders arrived.

Just then, a splendidly dressed skeleton emerged slowly, with eerie blue flames flickering inside its skull. This seemingly leader undead spoke quietly, "Big brother, are you here to kill me?"

The Old Demon Emperor fell silent immediately, looking at this splendidly dressed skeleton and quietly said, "Loren..."

"Sorry, big brother, I didn’t expect to be resurrected after death, but I don’t want to join this war, so I stayed here, just like before..." The skeleton spoke. Xue Dili could even discern an expression of "relief" on its face.

"What exactly happened?" The Old Demon Emperor continued to ask.

"Your youngest son, little Carl, he resurrected me, not just me, but many others. They’ve built a new Empire at the original Royal Capital’s site, emulating your Empire’s structure when you were still around..." the undead named Loren sat on the ground, indifferent to his luxurious outfit getting dirty.

"Everything mimics you during your lifetime, be it various positions, Empire’s structure, or the troops generals can command. He set everything like your Empire, even his ambitions mirror yours..."

"He wants to reunite the world again! But as an undead!"

The undead Loren seemed like a friend of the Old Demon Emperor, not blood-related but closer than brothers. Xue Dili sensed a mutual sentimentality between them in their interactions.

Like two old friends who haven’t seen each other in years, meeting again, one standing in court, the other in the audience, upon confirming each other’s identities, their hearts surged like crashing waves, causing one side’s heart to collapse instantly.

"Then, can you lead me to him?" The Old Demon Emperor asked.

"I can, but big brother, if I get within a thousand miles, I would be controlled; it’s the iron law that a lower-level undead can’t disobey a higher-level one." He said, "So big brother, just take my head. I will lead you to little Carl..."

"Alright!" Neither the Old Demon Emperor nor Xue Dili were hesitant people. They decisively severed the head, and a mass of lava thoroughly melted the splendid bone castle.

On the Blood Dragon’s back, Xue Dili and the Old Demon Emperor instantly grasped part of the undead disaster situation.

Things were as they suspected; when Xue Dili and the Old Demon Emperor encountered his daughter-in-law, the suspicion had already taken root in both their hearts.

The Witch Demon King, could he really be Old Deng’s youngest son?