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

The next morning I stand on the balcony of the castle.

I had a bottle of wine in my hand.

Remove the cork with your fingers and stir up its contents.

The wine in his mouth spilled with a sneezy sound.

Jaws, cervical vertebrae, ribs, etc. are relentlessly wet and can stain the robes they have worn.

I roar at the unique discomfort.

"Can't you still eat and drink..."

Visual, auditory and tactile are present, but there is no taste and sense of smell.

I wonder in what way the body of bone alone feels.

It is also inexplicable that a voice can be uttered.

I'm not sure about the undead ecology.

After a little verification, I move my consciousness under my eyes.

There were countless undead overflowing there.

They are the people of the king's capital and are now turned into ghouls.

Most of them lost their lives when they were distracted.

I was allowed to divert the body.

Individuals with ongoing corruption would be those who had been buried.

It arose because of my impatience.

Few appearances deserved to be called skeletons.

The undead are gathering cramped.

It didn't fit off on the castle grounds and stuck out in the castle's downtown area.

The undead, the majority who are not here, are letting them roam the outer perimeter of the Wang capital.

If anything, it was so that I could sense it.

(You were ready a while ago.)

I view the streets of Wang Du from the balcony.

Everywhere there was a gloomy air.

Intense fog is also spreading, creating an environment that does not attract live animals.

It is now reminiscent of the valley of the dead.

When I think all of this was executed at my hands, it makes me think a lot.

Most of all, regrets are dust-free.

My revenge over a decade is complete.

I was able to make it go so smoothly that I clapped it out.

Regardless, this is just a preface.

It's the real deal from here on out.

The next goal is true world peace.

It's an abstract expression, but it decides what exactly to do.

After suffering and grinding in the valley of the dead, I was making one discovery.

Humanity unites while the evils of the world exist.

Peace is built in the meantime.

It gives priority to the survival of mankind and refrains from great strife.

It was once the Demon King who was responsible for the evils of the world.

Whatever its ideology and purpose, it is true that it was preventing conflicts between states.

Everyone devoted themselves to the Crusade of the Demon King.

There was a cross-border tie there.

It was none other than us who broke the distorted equilibrium.

I crusaded the Demon King after the death fight.

Regardless, that's what I did to save the world.

People also wished for the death of the Demon King.

But reality is ruthless.

Because this is what happened when I went around.

The brave men were executed, the wise men turned into immortals, and the king's capital became an endemic land of the undead.

As for the end of Hero Tan, it would be too tragic a development.

The idea that if you turn down the great evil, you will be at peace was a mistake in the first place.

What lies ahead is human strife.

It is the dawn of an ugly war in which nations and nations kill each other.

The most important factor would be that the demon king is no longer a deterrent.

Without a common enemy, even your neighbor will be fine with pointing the blade.

The execution of me and that man is part of it.

We do not have an idea of the current world situation, but I am sure the same tragedy is repeated.

Such a world is undesirable.

Far from peace, it is more of an opposite pole.

True world peace is established by the reign of immortal evil.

That is, if I become the Demon King and continue to terrorize the nations of the world.

Always give a sense of doom, so that it is not considered to be, for example, a dispute between humans.

That should unite people with nature.

They will join hands to kill me.

Of course I'm really not willing to destroy the world.

But don't be taken for granted.

Don't even let someone knock you down.

Keep threatening humanity forever.

That is the responsibility that defeated the necessary evil of the Demon King.

It was the only role I could represent.

(We have to be prepared for that...)

More than naming the Demon King, we have to prepare the ground for it.

I want the distribution first.

Because the numbers are sufficient, what is required is a highly personal distribution.

Now I have the power of the valley of the dead.

It is the highest ability of Necromancer magic.

I'm going to synthesize the collected undead and make it a powerful individual in one piece.

I tried several times during the fall of Wang Du, so I was able to grasp the guidelines.

There are advantages to creating strong devolution.

In addition to reinforcement, we can be prepared in case.

As long as there is an undead of subordination, I will not perish.

because it is possible to resuscitate from the remaining individuals.

If I say so, it's equal to the number of my life.

Due to this characteristic, it is not a bad thing to have a sturdy whole.

Because that reduces the risk of my doom.

I must not be crusaded.

It was urgent to increase immortality in order not to repeat human tragedies.

"I will be a new demon king."

Once again, solidifying my resolve, I turn my consciousness to the undead.

Exercise your powers by shaking your kneaded arms in a horizontal line.

Then, suddenly, the undead and the others were engulfed in purple flame.

The purple flame will spread and cover one side to the point.

A scream of resentment boils from the earth.

The souls of the dead are suffering.

The mood grows thicker swirling through the atmosphere.

I felt this land contaminated with my skin.

The purple flames that surround the under-eye undead eventually come together to build one form.

Finally, he left the white smoke and disappeared.

The undead, who should have been there, had been burned to the ground without a trace.

Instead, the anomaly of the integral bone is nestled.

"Is that the synthetic result?"

I climb out and keep an eye on the aliens.

Back long enough to be shoulder to shoulder, the skeleton of the foundation is close to the human type.

Three pairs of accessory arms grow from around the ribs.

The head is a cow bone with a fine horn.

In the left and right orbits, the red flame is shaking.

He wrapped his more intense temper around him like a robe.

I can clearly tell by its appearance and intimidation.

It's an awesome undead.

(Top of the Skeleton species?)

Given the enormous amount of magic, it also has the properties of a rich lineage.

Without exaggeration, it would be comparable to the Demon King who once crusaded.

It is unexpected that so far an individual will be born.

Even though I said I consumed a ton of undead, it was clearly beyond my limit.

Did the various elements mesh well?

Immersed in reflection, the bull-headed immortal, who was immovable, looked up at me.

The swing of red flame eyes stops.

"You created me."

It was a voice that conceived hatred.

I have a clear self.

Besides, it seems my reign has not arrived.

That said, it's huge that we can have a conversation.

If it is possible to communicate the will, it can also proceed peacefully.

"Sure, it's me."

"Num!"

A cowhead sticks out one arm so as to block my words.

From there a black lightning bolt was released.

Lightning flies to me in a straight line.

(Is the conversation impossible? opponent is rampant)

I jumped off the balcony.

Black lightning bends at an unnatural angle and comes at me precisely.

The tracking function or the operator seems to be able to move it at will.

I jumped a water bullet out of my hand and hit lightning to offset it.

Further create and land a magic force field in the air.

I maintained a positional relationship where I could look down at the bullhead.

"Fuhaha, wouldn't you do it? You just made me!

The cowhead deformed his wrapped temper into his wings.

Flying over it with its wings, it radiates a black flame from overhead.

The same goes for the lightning earlier, but the main ingredient is irritating.

This undead named Bullhead seems to handle his temper well.

Compared with applied power, I wouldn't stand a tooth.

(But I don't feel like losing)

I push back with a magical wind.

Blackflame only antagonized for a moment, but pushed back into the wind.

Keep on refluxing and attacking the cowhead.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

A black-fired cowhead growls.

The body of the bone was slightly burnt.

However, it does not appear to be fatal.

They also seem to have equivalent endurance.

"My power... and behold!

The cowhead points his hands at me and fires a series of black thunderbolts.

It's as dense as heavy rain.

Each of the lightning strikes has enough destructive power for high-ranking sorcery.

Even tens of thousands of armies would be easily annihilated.

I have multiplied my magical boundaries.

Prepare a hundred translucent round shielded pieces of it.

A soon pouring thunderstorm struck the junction.

Sparks and explosions burst.

Cracks ran into the junction, breaking apart one after the other.

The aftermath of the destruction leads to the rear castle and sharpens walls and spires.

The attack by magic ended in an instant.

My junction was roughly half alive and only crushed the superficial junction.

Of course I have no harm to myself.

(It's something that even low-level surgery can prevent...)

I honestly admire the surrounding terrain that has been destroyed.

That was a good validation.

In my lifetime, I also boasted a lot of magic for humans.

But there are still racial limitations.

In order to counter the demonic tribe, at the time, he had a variety of ideas.

Stacking an uninterrupted drill there finally led him to be called a wise man.

Currently, I am strong without small work.

As far as one point of witchcraft is concerned, it would not allow other followers.

After all, the grace of the valley of the dead was great.

"What..."

The cowhead was stunned.

The thunderstorm must have been a full-blown attack.

It was unharmed and overwhelmed, so I couldn't help but solidify it.

Meanwhile, I deformed the remaining junction into dozens of spears.

Adjust the tip to align the aim with the bull's head.

"Give me a break."

When I moved my fingers, the spear fired intermittently.

At a rate that leaves the sound behind, the bullhead is forced to defend itself.

My temper unfolded like a wall.

A launched spear crashed into the wall of angst.

Black fog gushing from the hit point.

One spear after another arrives and scrapes the wall.

"Oh, my God, this is good. No, no!

I hear cowheads screaming.

He seems desperate to withstand the spear onslaught.

Besides, that only buys time.

I cracked my consciousness on the waiting spears and punched them together.

The walls of Qi are scattered and the penetrating spear hits the torso of the bullhead.

"Gogga......!

The cowhead crashes.

With a big hole in his torso, he let his temper wings unfold again.

He's trying to control his posture and avoid collisions on the ground.

"I won't let you."

I cut my wings with a wind blade.

The cowhead clashed from head to ground.

Rolling around wrapping dirt and smoke in the impact of the fall.

"Guru... oh, my..."

The cowhead rises groaning.

The missing part had been compensated for by impatience.

Even fatal injuries can move would be the endemic immortality of the undead.

"It's time for you to listen to me. I don't want to fight."

"Goaaa!"

When I got off to the ground, the cowhead jumped like a beast.

A total of eight arms each hold a weapon that would have been made of temper and magic.

They attack us in a motion that is unusual and prone.

(- visible)

I produced a sword with magic and gave it a flame attribute there.

And prepend the trajectory of the bull-head attack.

It's someone's combat experience gained in the valley of the dead.

That includes that guy's sword moves.

I swung down the burning sword from the great upper section.

Crush without leaving any weapons that were in orbit and slap the torso of the bullhead obliquely.

"A, Gahoo......"

A half-baked cowhead fell to the ground.

When I stick my sword up its back, I force it to absorb the magic and temper it encloses.

This took away the art of resistance.

I don't have to worry about being imitated in some weird way.

I look down at the dying cowhead.

The orbital flame swayed weakly.

"- Kill me. I'm defeated."

The cowhead squeals in a small voice.

The harsh atmosphere had disappeared until earlier.

The loss of power seems to have calmed him down somewhat.

I shrug my shoulders when I notice that change.

"There's no way I'm going to kill you. What do you think you created it for?"

"... what do you mean?

The cowhead asks in surprise.

The orbital flame flashed.

I say pale.

"I want you to be under control. We can also make them obey without question, but we want to respect free will as much as possible. Please help me."

…………

The cowhead gazes at the hand offered.

I don't have an expression, so it's hard to tell, but apparently it's flashy.

Chewing my words and trying to understand what they mean.

If you want to defy, you have to use rough means, but you should take the initiative and attach cooperation.

An undead with a strong ego is precious.

I also have impeccable combat skills.

Thinking about the future, I wanted to help.

A long silence comes to the scene.

I didn't overlap any more words and even kept waiting for answers.

…………

Eventually, the cowhead shudders.

The immortal, laying face to the ground, shook my hand in a grisly motion.