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

Walking along the streets, I arrived in the King's Capital.

The main entrance is sealed.

On the walls surrounding the city, soldiers were waiting.

He sensed our proximity and decided on a cage castle.

I guess you're going to destroy this one with magic and bows and arrows.

Not a bad idea.

This one is undead.

Unilateral attack from a remote point is arguably the best solution.

With that in mind, the soldiers launched an attack.

Simultaneous shooting of bows and arrows.

The rain of arrows describing the mountainous orbit pours down.

…………

I remember the sight when I was executed.

The mockery of the people.

Arrows piercing the heart and one eye.

Overwhelming despair.

She falls to the bottom of the valley.

When he returned it to me, the subsequent skeletons and gools were skewered.

Hands and feet are stitched to the ground with arrows to inhibit movement.

Dozens of undead have now been damaged.

Looks like we have all the good shooters over there.

If you leave it alone, a second shot will come.

But I don't panic.

Their miscalculation is that they consider this raid just a flood of undead.

I guess I haven't heard from the fort in the Valley of the Dead.

Although I am not alarmed, there is a verse that underestimates this one.

The fact that it keeps the magic alive is good evidence.

Let's get to the truth around here.

- Scratch it.

I hold my hand forward.

A small fireball was born in the palm of my hand.

When magic is poured, it swells rapidly and becomes large enough to wrap the house as it is.

Conscious as to extrude, the fireball fired momentum well.

A fireball that flies in a straight line blows the main gate to the wood end fine dust.

With that, the blast and enthusiasm ravaged the soldiers on the wall.

"Uh-huh."

"Hiya, okay!?

"Mi, water! Bring the water!

Those close to the main entrance were badly burned.

Some scream and fall off the wall.

Soldiers, who were minor injuries, rush around to provide treatment.

The current blow was causing enormous damage.

"Hmm..."

I take my bone hands seriously.

I wish I could have drilled a hole in the gate, but it turned out to be more than that.

Magic is more powerful than ever before.

Output is out of step.

It would be due to the absorption of the magic of the valley of the dead.

In the gap where the soldiers were confused, I took the undead forward.

Immerse yourself through the main gateway into the King's City.

The city's inhabitants were on the run.

Evacuation seems to be delayed.

I guess I didn't expect to be broken through the front gate so early.

They look pitiful when they say they once disparaged us with joy.

They were pushing each other and trying to get away from me at all.

Some fell and continued to be trampled by the people.

I'm going to have pity for that sight.

To them now I must be the devil that threatens everyday life.

Some of the curses that were hit with the stone-throwing called us that way.

It became as clear and as desired.

"Now! Shoot him in the head!

"It's fire magic to Ghoul! Get me more magicians!

"Don't vacate between chants! You can run out of magic here!

I heard a scream from the rear.

In addition to the arrows, the magic is bursting sporadically.

Subsequent undead were under attack.

It is the work of soldiers on the wall.

He was desperately trying to stop us from breaking in.

"Waste of time..."

Depressed, I glance over the wall.

Then, about a hundred undead began to climb the wall.

Support each other's bodies and reach up at unexpected speeds.

The undead on the wall leave it to the numbers to slaughter the soldiers.

Skeleton takes a soldier's weapon and wields it.

Ghoul pushes down the soldiers and eats them.

Soldiers being chased to deal with are nowhere near attacking this one.

They were quickly devastated.

Side by side the soldier who gets up as a ghoul, I walk wide down the boulevard.

Residents first ignored and proceeded.

Now I have a place to go first.

Fine processing is behind us.

Moving on for a while, I admit soldiers aligned forward.

He was also forming a formation on the roof.

They set up bows and arrows by order of the commander.

It's not just an arrow.

The light was glowing white.

Apparently, holy magic has been granted.

It is the easiest and best means of annihilating the undead.

(Was the soldier at the front gate buying time...)

It's hard to dodge an arrow in a street sandwiched by a building on the left and right.

Having decided that, I decided to wait at the bar.

Because I came up with something I wanted to try.

Only a cloth wrap with that guy's bones is completely protected by witchcraft.

I don't want to be hurt.

Immediately a holy arrow was fired.

Dozens of white lights loom in stunning trajectories.

Leading the way, I was torn apart.

perceive the suffering of the bone body being pulverized and purified one after the other.

My vision darkened as I felt the moment my shape collapsed.

And switch right away.

There were countless skeletons scattered in front of me that collapsed away.

The arrow is piercing without gaps.

I look behind my back.

There, Skeleton and Ghoul, who were outside the range of the simultaneous shooting, refrained.

Go on. I look down on my body.

The white bone instantly transforms into pitch black.

The seeping temper permeates the whole body and looses like a flame.

"... did you still have a problem?"

I resurrected the whole of Skeleton to the medium.

My factor is inherent in every undead I rule.

Even if the body was destroyed, it was revivable from either individual.

This is one of the powers gained in the valley of the dead.

As long as the undead of subordination exists, I will not perish.

Holy arrows had no great effect in the first place.

In my soul, there is no damage to the shards.

All you have to do is put up with the pain of purification.

Even if I take thousands of copies, I will come back fine.

"Said he was resurrected... ugh!?

"Immortals are supposed to be vulnerable to holy sorcery! Why!?

"Don't be bossy! Watch the arrow. Wow!

The soldiers run upset.

Looks like you mistakenly thought you could crusade me, my best friend.

He hastily prepares a second shot and fires it simultaneously.

Bad for them, but I've tested my abilities.

Now you don't even have to eat it deliberately.

I obstruct with a gust of sorcery.

The rains of arrows, out of orbit, burst into the city buildings one after the other.

Naturally, no damage has been done to this camp.

I lay my hands on the skeleton wreckage scattered forward.

The spilled air contaminated the wreckage.

Fragments of bone twist and combine to form.

What I could do was dozens of bone wolves.

The original is human, so the shape is large on top of the distortion.

Soldiers groan.

While listening to that, I issued an order.

- Eat it up.

The wolf of the bone walked away, sounding the calf.

It's such a agile move that I don't think it's undead.

The wolf jumps at the unprepared soldiers and instantly breaks formation.

He also attacked those on the roof with remarkable leaps.

Capture the raw man's neck with a sturdy jaw and chew a thousand in rough motion.

The dead soldier became a ghoul and fell under my control.

And move out to get more buddies.

Watching the tragic sights I walk.

On the way, I picked up a cloth wrap.

Pay with your hands to remove dirt and dust.

It doesn't look damaged.

The magic of the defensive system also seems to be stronger than it was during its lifetime.

I pass among the devastated soldiers.

The bone wolf and additional ghouls merged to advance again.

Be careful not to let the bloody cobblestone take your feet.

Even then I invade the king's city.

There have been several counterattacks by the soldiers, but they crush as before.

With each passing battle, my subordination increased at an accelerating rate.

Because we can make the dead a serviceable undead.

Individuals who have been damaged and rendered incapacitated also collect the wreckage and reassemble it into a new undead.

Fighting on the road has also been a good exercise in ascertaining my own power.

Eventually I arrived at the royal castle.

The bounce bridge leading up to the castle is rising.

Before that, the soldiers stood.

Defensive witchcraft is in place to discourage us from approaching.

Looks like we're going to stop eating here.

(Waste of effort...)

Before the other one does something, I release a fireball and blow up defensive magic.

A bone wolf was sprayed where the formation collapsed.

Destroy the soldiers without great difficulty.

In me and them, the character of existence is different.

Even a powerless blow without measures can easily determine a war situation.

Instead of the bouncing bridge that remained up, the skeletons were densely stretched over there.

It's the same procedure as when we built the stairs in the Valley of the Dead.

I cross the bridge of bones and get to the castle.

He broke the closed gate by magic and stepped into the grounds with dignity.

The merciless ravages by the undead also continued from there.

Kick the magician's troops positioned everywhere and turn the elite Knights of Kingsguard into ghouls without leaving them.

Thousands of undead were swept around the castle to increase the number of victims.

Confusion spreads acceleratively, creating a hell of a snort cry.

In the meantime, I proceeded in the castle without straying.

It's a place I've visited many times in the past.

I know the internal structure.

It was on the top floor of the castle that we arrived.

There is a goldsmith's door in front of me, which is tightly locked.

The whole floor was in one room.

This is the king's private room.

Explored in sensory magic, the lord of the room was locked indoors.

It's barely moved since my raid began.

Did you think that if you caged it, the soldiers would solve it?

For example, the prospect is sweet.

Even if they tried to escape, I was just confident they wouldn't let me get away.

I've come a long way to reunite with that man.

Try to use any means to capture him.

"Hmm..."

I analyze the door trick from the magic stream.

There were many stretches of junction by demonic props.

There are also traps that cast a curse on those who touch them without permission.

Smart, but would be the right equipment for a cage castle.

I grabbed the junction with both hands and tore it apart at once.

With the cracking sound of the glass, the elaborate surgical formula dissolves.

The immediately activated curse trap was absorbed by this body.

The curse is innocuous and harmless.

With the exception of the intrusive equipment, I kick the door unconstructively.

There was a spacious and luxurious room there.

Designed condiments are placed and decorated with paintings, gems, etc.

Behind the room, there was a king who would look at this one and consolidate.

The splendid crown on the red cape remains unchanged.

I'm just older than I remember.

There were more wrinkles on her face and more gray hair.

Still, it's definitely in person.

The king standing at the window stares at me with resentment.

"You evil treacherous immortal... what is the purpose"

"Dwight Harveldt. Do you remember this name?

To my inquiry, the king blued his face.

He roars with a bitter look.

"No way, you... No, you can't be. He was ten years ago..."

It seems that ten years have passed since my execution, to observe from the king's words.

I'm also convinced to feel the flow of the moon.

I don't put my thoughts on the table, and I keep talking pale.

"I can't believe it either. I'm surprised, too."

Several ghouls broke into the room from behind.

He would be a former soldier because he is wearing armor.

The Ghouls assembled a raging king.

"Hey, do what! Who do you think you are? Hey, don't let go!

The king crawling on the carpet summons.

The gools did not fit in and were thorough in their role of holding back.

Looking down at the helpless king, I tell him the truth.

"To bring peace to a distorted world, I have risen from the valley of the dead"

"Stupid! That's impossible! I don't know a few people who executed there, but never once did they become immortals!

The king argues desperately.

But I didn't care about that information.

Ignoring his words, I stick out the cloth wrap I raised in one hand.

"Why did you tailor us to sinners? She shouldn't have been killed. He said he always prayed for peace in the world and loved peace. She was the one who deserved the name of a brave man."

"That's why he was blind."

A bending king says in a low voice.

He was shaking his shoulders in small pieces.

"What?

"After the death of the Demon King, the way the world is, changes dramatically. At that time, a hero with too much power is in the way. Such personal strength is not necessary, but even threatens the country"

"... that you executed that man for self-interest and protection?

"Oh yeah! Non is the king! I think it's bad that you guys are being used properly!

The king with his face up laughs heavily.

It's a reopened attitude.

My eyes were crazy.

They've put a desperate situation in front of them, and they've thrown themselves away.

I guess you gave up survival when you found out who I was.

I turned away from the king as the uncomfortable laughter filled the room.

Trying to sigh, reminding me that it's a body that can't.

"- Enough, enough. Enough, okay. Shut that mouth."

I tell clerically.

Shortly afterwards, the gools were devoured by the king.

Make a noise with the bumps and chew the meat a thousand times.

A powerful king's arm was broken in an unexpected direction.

"Oh, thank you, oh, thank you!"

The king screams.

The gools are pressing me, so I can't move at all.

He was just being eaten meat.

It also equals livestock bait.

The carpet laid on the floor sucks blood and stains it.

"Oh, my God, you've become a demon king! It wasn't a mistake to execute him! Non is for the world and the country..."

The king makes his final claim against me.

The voice grew thinner and thinner, eventually scratched off by the chewing sounds of the gools.

That's when the crown rolls at my feet.

There is blood on the surface.

I picked it up and put it on my head.

It's just a joke.

This stuff has no value.

Looking indoors somehow, my eyes catch on a single sword adorned with walls.

That was that guy's weapon.

It has no special abilities, but is a famous sword that defeated the Demon King.

Above all, now, it's an important figure.

I didn't think you were wearing dust in a place like this.

"I'll have it back. This is his sword."

The moment I held the sword, I felt familiar.

I know how to handle it without shaking it.

It's like I've been using it for years.

When he took in his temper, he apparently absorbed that person's experience as well.

It essentially means you've got the sword moves of the brave.

At the same time I'm proud of that, I'm anxious that I and others can master it.

(... let's think of it as a farewell from that guy)

You don't have to worry too much.

Must be the force you need, so there's nothing else you can do to make the most of it.

Let this rot is what can be described as blasphemy.

After completing the requirements in Wang Du, I will travel through the bloody castle.

We'll be on our way.

It goes down a spiral staircase that is about to collapse.

Between the desolate glances, ghouls swarmed the corpses.

It would be aristocratic from clothes.

He eats unconsciously while wetting his fine clothes with blood.

I let them go and sat on the throne.

Place the cloth wrap with the remains on your knees.

The sword of shapes tucked in the sheath protruded against the floor and held it.

Screaming and disconnecting demons echo inside and outside the castle.

Looks like a surviving soldier is struggling.

It will be quiet by the time the sun goes down.

Now the king's capital has fallen.

Ten years ago the cause was severed and I can move on to the next phase.

That is true world peace.

Let's use this land as a base.

(... and it's ironic)

Watching roaming skeletons and gools, I think unexpectedly.

I had no idea that a wise man who took part in the Demon King's Crusade would invade the land of man by becoming immortal.

That's something I never imagined at the time.

Life is something you don't know how to roll.

- This is how I became a new demon king and built the kingdom of the undead.