My bathroom connects to another world

Zhao Guang was continuously developing research, yet the situation on the battlefield was constantly changing.

Although a demigod had already intervened, they were still gradually becoming powerless on the battlefield.

There was no other way; they had many demigods, but the opposing side had quite a few as well. No one expected that the Lord of Plague would truly fulfill his promise. Some undead demigods who joined the other side became even more powerful.

Some legendary-level undead professionals were also breaking through to the demigod level one after another.

Although it felt somewhat strange, as if these individuals had become somewhat different,

they did indeed retain their sanity, and their power had indeed reached the demigod level.

In such circumstances, it led to a problem. Some hidden undead professionals emerged and joined the fray. Some people who were not undead professionals even changed their professions.

With the help of living beings, even mighty beings at the demigod level could change professions.

This situation was really unexpected, and it was the main reason for their continuous defeats during this period.

Of course, some powerful individuals could resist, but most of the troops could not.

A large number of zombies surged forth from the Otherworld, and now the source of undead in the Plague Land was no longer limited to those created on the spot. The depth of the Netherworld's power was not something anyone could easily withstand.

The Space Gate was growing larger, and more undead beings were coming through.

Under these circumstances, the front line suffered massive losses daily, and the soldiers' spirits were about to collapse. Cities were continuously falling, territories were being constantly occupied, and the resentment of the Lusis Empire grew ever stronger.

"Your Majesty, it's time to retreat. We cannot wait any longer. Once the Ashira Line of Defense is surrounded and broken, there will be no way to defend the Imperial City." Ministers continued to persuade the King one after another.

Yet the King remained very stubborn, having not listened for such a long time.

"Nonsense, the defensive power of our Imperial City is the strongest in the nation. Even if a demigod arrives, it could hold them off for a while, how could it not withstand them? Are you cowards planning to betray as well?"

The King was extremely angry, not knowing when it started, fewer and fewer people were attending the meetings.

By the time he realized and investigated, he found that many nobles had left quietly.

Indeed, leaving now would ruin their reputations, and their noble titles might be stripped. But they did not want to die, nor did they wish to drag their entire families to their deaths, so they chose to give up.

As long as they were alive, they believed they could regain their noble status elsewhere with their strength and resources.

As for reputations, there was still a King to shoulder the blame.

If the final war was won and the Lusis Empire was preserved, then those who left would have nowhere to go. But if the Lusis Empire did not survive, that wouldn't be their fault.

All the error would lie with an untrustworthy King, not with any issue on their part.

Their ability to withdraw early demonstrated foresight.

Even if they went to other countries in the future, they could still become honored guests or even re-enter the ranks of nobility.

"But Your Majesty, even if the Imperial City can hold, the surrounding areas cannot. Once we are surrounded, how long can we last on the resources of the Imperial City?"

"Enough, as King, I will never leave the Imperial City."

At this moment, someone suddenly rushed in: "It's not good! The Duke has allied with other nobles in rebellion. They have already taken control of the city gates and are now evacuating the citizens from the Imperial City."

"Damn bastards, who allowed them to do this, cowards, they are all cowardly!"

The surrounding people's faces changed: "Your Majesty, we must leave now. Those people have already gone; the Imperial City cannot be defended at all." Although they continued to persuade, their tone became much calmer.

Everyone had made up their minds; if the King insisted on staying, they would no longer accompany him.

After all the years as King, he was not a fool, and some matters he could still discern.

Stubborn he might be, but he could assess priorities and urgencies.

Now stubbornness was useless; persist, and he would certainly die. Not only himself but he would also drag many Royal Family members to their deaths, which would lead to the state's collapse.

"Damn, how could this be." The King seemed to have aged several years in an instant.

Ever since becoming King, he believed he would surely be an eternal emperor, leading the Empire to grow strong and flourish. Over the years, he thought he had done well, being a very strong-handed King.

Yet how did things turn out this way, to soon become a lonely figure?

Why must he insist? Because he had previously refused the help of the Xuanwu Empire, believing them to be a threat.

As a result, now with the assistance of the Xuanwu Empire, both lines of defense were still holding. Yet it was precisely their side that could not hold, with Lusis Empire being the first to crumble instead of the small countries' alliance.

If he could not hold on until their collapse before retreating, the Empire's name would be destroyed.

Unfortunately, his persistence was futile, as the situation developed to this point, persisting was an exercise in futility.

Not only that, even the once loyal nobles and officials had already started evacuating. Without these people, with what could he fight the undead?

With just himself, an old man, lacking significant strength?

Thinking of this, the King felt an urge to regurgitate blood, wanting to die here on the spot rather than give the order to retreat.

Yet looking around, beneath the King, even if he did not order a retreat, they would no longer stay to die with him.

In desperation, the King drew his sword, slicing the table in half with one stroke.

"I swear, one day I will retake this place and restore the glory of the Lusis Empire. If I break this oath, let me face eternal damnation."

In the air, a special power rippled out; this oath was not something casually made. It was an oath sworn by the Lusis King using his bloodline, felt by the entire Royal Family no matter where they were.

If they violated this vow in the future, they would face its backlash, forcing them to fulfill it.

Then the King shouted loudly: "Pass my command; everyone follows me in retreat at the fastest speed."

Since they were to retreat, there was no need to worry about other matters. Finally, smiles appeared on everyone's faces. After all, following a royal retreat order was different from abandoning the King, with entirely different implications on themselves.