The Executed Sage Reincarnates as a Lich and Begins a War of Aggression

Beneath the clear sky I stood on a cliff.

Drop your gaze a little and you'll see a drifting fog on one side.

I couldn't foresee the bottom, but I knew it was quite tall.

This is a place called the Valley of the Dead.

I am stood on that edge.

Right next door, there's someone important to me.

He is one of those who together have made it through a harsh mission and is the only one who admires it.

She was a brave woman, next to me.

He used to have a warm grin like the sun, but now he's seeping shade and giving up.

My chest hurts over that fact, but I can't do anything.

I just recognise myself helpless.

"You evil monster! How dare you betray me!

"How dare you come back! These outdoors!

"You are a disgrace to your country! Die quickly!

Being frustrated by self-loathing made me curse countless times.

I move my gaze behind my back.

The people stood side by side there.

Hundreds don't go down when you count them.

They throw stones at us relentlessly as they throw filthy words at us.

The stone has hit my back and head, causing me dull pain.

"... eh"

I eat and bind my teeth and endure.

Because she's patient standing next door.

Keeping swollen emotions down diligently.

As I receive stone throwing, I become aware of the shackles of my hands and feet.

The shackles had the power of a demonic seal.

Because of this restraint, I cannot use witchcraft.

He was now even a helpless man, regardless of the glory and achievements of the past, even called a wise man.

I feel sorry for that fact.

"- Be quiet!

A sharp voice struck the spot as it chewed on the ruthless reality.

The popular curse and stone-throwing stop accordingly.

I exhale small.

At a point slightly away from the people, there was an old man wearing a fine robe.

He is the Prime Minister of this country.

The Chancellor, standing with his chest outstretched, began to read the contents of the parchment he had raised.

"Brave Claire Button. Dwight Harveldt, the wise man. This is the name of him who crusaded the demon king, who sank the world into darkness. These two men were rare heroes and symbols of human wisdom -"

So I cut the word, Prime Minister.

The next moment, he opens his eyes and screams.

"But! The soul of a former hero is rotten! The two names became the next demon kings, plotting to drop the world into a vortex of confusion! Therefore, we must expel these two men to the valley of the dead."

"That's not true!

I disagree unexpectedly.

I raised my voice reflexively in anger.

The gaze of the people concentrates on me.

I felt less hatred there.

I twist my body and turn toward the people, annoying the restrained hands and feet.

"There's no way we're the next Demon King. It's someone's conspiracy. We only crusaded the Demon King. I just wanted to save the world."

"Don't lie to me! You're demons."

"I believed you! Why did you betray me!

"Die now! I'll sprinkle shit on the body!

There was another storm of cursing.

My desperate appeal happens to be scratched off.

Whatever you say makes no sense.

It was too much of a sight to understand it.

As I am immersed in deep despair, silence drifts over the field again.

The gaze of the people is toward the Chancellor.

Standing there is a man who weaves a red cape and wears a crown.

Don't forget the unpleasant and tasteful atmosphere.

It is the king of this country who accumulates gray hair and splendid mustaches.

He was the one who ordered us to crusade against the Demon King.

"The hand of the brutally outrageous Demon King. Nobu was wrong to honor him as a hero."

The King glances at us and tells us to throw up.

Cutting it off, the popular curse and stone-throwing resumed.

Neither the King nor the Chancellor will stop it.

We had no choice but to continue without the skill to exchange it.

I turn my back on the people when I understand that I can't get the appeal.

There is also no effect of shards on persuasion or truthful claims.

Everyone turned us down as evil, and I didn't doubt it at all.

With my gaze pointed to the ground, I squeal at her next door.

"... brave man, let's run. It should be possible for me and you."

"You shouldn't. I want peace in the world. If my sacrifice is going to make it, accept it."

The words I returned were not what I wanted.

She is closing her eyes and shaking her head.

A glimmer of blood drained down his face.

It was caused by a stone that hit my head.

I stare at her flashly.

"Dear brave man..."

"If your life is in vain, you alone should have escaped. They are afraid of the demon king killing brave men. Even if you disappeared, you never made a leap and searched."

she says in a spicy tone.

I caught a glimpse of the sinking color on its side.

Looks very painful.

(No. I wanted to live with you......)

Swallow the words up to your throat.

Now I don't deserve to tell you anything.

It's all too late.

There was nothing I could do about it.

"Dwight."

"... what is it"

"I'm sorry I got involved. And thank you for standing in line with me like this"

"No, it's me I want to thank..."

Feeling my eyes get hot, I answer painfully.

My voice really shivers.

My vision distorted and I almost collapsed on the spot.

Stop it with the power of will.

Rebellion her words and take them firmly in your heart.

"Execute your sentence!

The Chancellor's merciless voice echoed.

Something sounds like a wind cut.

I didn't put it between me and a sharp pain ran on my back.

At the same time, a jaw pops out of his chest.

It was wet in my blood and stained bright red.

From position to position, the heart is pierced.

Looking next door, she was shot out as well.

The brave man who crusaded the Demon King is greeted with only one arrow.

Keep leaning over the cliff.

"- Eh."

I do something to move my neck, spitting blood.

The people were laughing.

The Chancellor, who let the soldier unleash an arrow, has a delightful look on his face.

The king also had a black grin.

For a moment, I felt I had touched the essence of the world.

Black impulses roll all over my chest.

Had it not been for the shackles, he would have exercised his sorcery without hesitation.

A second arrow flies ruthlessly there.

I had severe pain on my face.

Half my vision goes black.

Safe vision showed standing arrow feathers.

".................. ahh"

I was stiff.

Gravity pulls me down and falls back.

I can no longer resist.

I don't have the strength to just fight it.

I fell to the bottom of the valley, listening to the crowd's praise.

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Bottom of the valley of the dead.

I was holding her body tight as the fog spread around her.

"Oh, how could you see this..."

I don't even know how many times. I leak a moan.

It's a badly plundered voice.

I forgot what the original sound was.

I held her tight. She never moves.

At the time she fell into this valley, she was dead.

The carcass has already decayed, losing blood and turning it into bone alone.

With all my strength, it seemed brittle and crumbling.

My body, on the other hand, was only boned.

It is a truly miserable outfit, wrapped only in a crude cloth.

Pierced eyes and hearts also rotted off long ago.

There is no pain.

Only vain emotions come to mind and disappear.

Having emotions even in this appearance may be one of the few discoveries.

The sense of time had also disappeared.

I wonder how many moons have passed since I fell to the bottom of this valley.

I don't have the art of making sure of that either.

There were countless skeletons rolling around.

It is the end of those who were once plunged into the valley.

Everyone is equally dead.

In this land, I was the only one who existed transformed into an alien immortal.

I somehow know why.

Because I have an extraordinary obsession.

There is also a grip on whether it is okay to become an untold corpse like this.

Such obsession had refused a quiet extinction.

While at the bottom of the valley I asked myself.

What went wrong.

Why am I here?

Why is someone you loved exposed to the wreckage?

Having become immortal, I need neither sleep nor rest.

I didn't lose consciousness for a moment, I just kept thinking.

Continue to think even though you are frustrated by intense hatred, self-loathing, and profound regret.

As I repeated it extensively, I flashed one heaven.

"- It's not like she made a mistake. Isn't the world the crazy one?

After a long thought, I realized.

What caused it?

What should I do?

A sight on the verge of falling into the land unfolds behind your brain.

Once the weir was cut, it was quick from there.

The consciousness that was blurred becomes clear.

On the body of the dead immortal, a definite vigor arose.

To organize my thoughts, I tell her wreckage.

"Dear brave man... your thoughts are right. But I did it the wrong way."

There can be no mistake in the heart that wants peace or anything.

But she was rejected by people.

She accepted it as a role too and chose to sacrifice it for the world.

Then I will take over her will.

It is the duty of my squire.

Bring peace to the world.

However, I will adopt a different way from her.

"Yes, you were right and wrong. It was a failure to give ourselves to the flow of people."

I make peace happen in a surer way.

We have to fix the crazy world.

We can't just leave it like this.

The falling stray disappeared.

I also figured out how to create world peace.

But I have something to do before I do.

It's revenge on those who drove her to death.

He was turning away, but he said I resented the people of this country.

It is unforgivable to have defeated the Demon King and betrayed her for saving humanity.

I put the wreckage down and stand up.

Even if we move forward, we don't have to fall down.

I think I can move even if it's just my bones.

If it's true, I want to retaliate against the kingdom even now.

I just couldn't help but be helpless right now.

It's just a ghost left in the valley of the dead.

I just got out on the ground, and I wouldn't be able to serve any purpose.

We need strength.

That's just enough power to turn the world against the enemy, too.

If the times reject us, I will deny the times as they are.

I'll change it to a better world.

feed on her failures and make the true peace she desired.

I look around.

The source of power - the fog of temper was endlessly drifting.

Harmful to organisms, but comfortable for the undead.

In fact, the high-ranking immortals contain a great deal of grudge.

(Try it once)

I stretch my consciousness and begin to take the misty temper into this body.

As a sensation, it's close to deep breathing.

I feel my body degenerate rapidly.

In addition, the thoughts of the people who were blending into the temper have flowed.

A fragment of those who died in the land.

Among the various emotions were also a mixture of the memories and experiences of countless people.

At the end of the day, it is not an acceptable amount of information for an individual.

I was attacked by the pain of my soul being torn apart and rolled around the ground.

He doesn't even move one finger satisfactorily and continues to suffer without being able to raise his voice.

In biological flesh, the brain would have burned out.

It was so much of a feeling.

I endure desperately.

It's all about revenge and peace.

You can't just be pushed away and extinguished here.

Scratch the ground while retaining the self-shape that is about to crumble.

That's how it gets painful. For now.

When the pain healed, I was surprised by the scenery around me.

That thick fog disappeared and the clear air overflowed.

There is sunlight at the bottom of the valley, with a clear view of the blue sky above your head.

I devoured the valley of the dead.

He also absorbed an unstoppable amount of magic that precipitated in the land.

From the inside of the body, perceive the irresistible precipitation.

Probably the power of chaos.

The body of the decaying bone was dyed black, as if it had burned.

My temper is leaking out of my body like a flame.

Apparently, I've touched contraindications.

I intuitively understood what kind of existence I had transformed myself into.

This also outweighs the demon king we crusaded.

At least I was sure I dumped humans.

"... well, fine"

I squeal in a sounding voice.

I got more power than I wanted.

There can't even be a complaint.

I shake one arm lightly.

And when a piece of strength was added thereto, the surrounding bones were swept away.

Bones form the shape of a person and rise.

Skeleton.

The same phenomenon persisted well ahead of the valley bottom.

This was a new force.

It is a power that has abandoned man and held his hand.

I also felt that it was possible.

I look down at my feet.

The other bones say they've become skeletons, but only her remains don't move out.

It wasn't that I deliberately distinguished it.

"… why,"

The answer is not returned.

Her remains just exist there.

I pick up a piece of cloth and wrap her remains with it.

The decaying carcass was shapeless and could easily be contained.

While I work, the skeleton herd continues to assemble.

They piled diagonally along the cliff, forming a bone staircase.

It would be so gone that it would reach the ground.

The total amount of skeletons is also too sufficient.

I walked out of the cloth wrap with one hand.

Start going up the stairs with that leg.

The destination of course was on the ground.

…………

As I silently proceeded, it began to pound and rain.

The rain gradually builds momentum.

The world doesn't seem to welcome my entry.

He said it was a clear sky when he was executed.

Wet in the rain, I step on the bone stairs.

Sometimes I almost slip, but I never fall.

I gradually see the end of the cliff.

Feeling deviant, I go up at a constant rate.

Eventually I arrived on the ground.

Right next to it was a fort built of stone walls.

An institution to manage the valley of the dead.

If I remember correctly, I would have been in the middle of renovation work, but I don't see any trace of it.

Maybe the years spent at the bottom of the valley are longer than I thought.

And I miss it.

Here I was executed under the strangulation of people.

Everything has changed.

I am aware of the weight of the cloth wrap I have raised in one hand.

"What, he said it was undead"

I heard voices from across.

If you look, a soldier in armor is staring at me.

It would be a fort guard.

As he approached him with a spear, he suddenly released a spike.

I cut off the orbit on the tip of my ear, tilted my neck and dodged.

Step in at the same time and grab and lift the neck of the stunned soldier.

I could predict whether it was the effect of transformation, so that the opponent's movements would be in hand.

"Hey! Let him go!

Other soldiers rushed over simultaneously to set up a crossbow.

I shield soldiers as I grab them.

The soldiers bit their teeth and stopped the attack.

"This guy is intelligent...... ugh!?

"The colors are strange, too. It's not just a skeleton! Pay attention!"

While they spoke, I crushed the soldier's neck.

He wields the corpse he can and throws it to the soldiers with momentum.

"Wh!?

"Shit, shoot him! Kill him, quick!

Soldiers whose formations have collapsed, but have immediately carried out simultaneous counter-attacks.

Crossbow arrows smash bone bodies and I step on a bump.

But that's all.

I take off the arrow caught in my ribs and throw it away.

Far from fatal injuries.

"Ghaaaaaaaa!

"Duh, how come the body moves out!?

"I didn't use Necromancer magic!

Some of the soldiers make noise.

The body I threw earlier was biting into the neck of another soldier.

Influenced by my impatience, the inferior immortal - seems to have ghouled.

Those who are bitten die and become new ghouls and grasp upon their former colleagues.

While the field was confused, skeletons continued to crawl up from the valley of the dead.

White bone turbulence strikes soldiers at first sight.

"Wow."

"Oh no! Lower the front! Keep it up."

"Bring me the user of holy magic! Hurry up!

Before massive skeletons, soldiers had been forced to struggle.

Though the combat ability of individual units is higher for soldiers, skeletons are overwhelmingly numerous.

As far as I could see, there were many people torn apart without being able to process it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

With the roar, a soldier with a stick approaches.

He was jumping over the skeleton for a swing from the big upper section.

I guess I decided I should take down the operator.

I strike down fast and vice versa.

The track of the stick was completely readable.

But not by my own rules of thumb.

In my lifetime I was bad at melee combat.

Perhaps thanks to the memory and experience of a human being who was mixed up in temper.

That's what I learned in the form of technology.

It is an unexpected by-product.

When I took the stick, I looked down at the fallen soldier.

The soldier stares up with a face with a blue mole.

"Fuck you, you scumbag immortal!

…………

Beat the soldier in the head instead of responding.

I slapped the stick in over and over again so as to crush the hate-stained glance.

Repeat intransigently even if the cranium is cracked and the original form is lost.

Seeing the cramped corpse, I finally stopped my hand.

Throw away the stick painted on the blood and brains and raise your face.

When it was noticed, the fort was being completely ravaged by Skeleton.

Dead soldiers also operate as ghouls.

For this minute, the fort would fall even if left alone.

I keep an eye out for the distant streets.

That's the king's capital.

You look away, and you're actually pretty close.

It is within easy walking distance.

If you don't reward me.

The battle in this fort is, so to speak, a preamble.

It's like a prep to get over the cause.

- I'm the origin of doom.

Leaving the Fort, where the living are gone.

That's all Skeleton and Ghoul follow.

Seems to be drawing exactly on my intentions.

Very dependable.

Thus led the army of the undead, I began to walk towards the king's capital.