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

Between the removed glances of the body.

I set up as many crystals on a platform as I could hold.

In it, the remains of that man are enclosed.

It was magically processed for protection.

I stroke the crystal with cautious hands.

"Again, you're not coming back..."

Nature and whining leaked.

I mock myself with all my heart about it.

Only the remains in front of me cannot be undead by virtue of my ability.

Is that man's soul refusing, or is it my emotional problem?

Either way, it must be kept strictly.

If you disappear into some kind of clap, you can't take it back.

I sealed it in the crystal because of those circumstances.

I plan to release her one day when I bring her back to life.

Let's not be lost until then.

Looking at the crystal silently, I heard the door open behind me.

It is the bull-headed immortal who gives in and enters the room.

The orbital flame is still burning.

The cowhead has advanced the carpet in a crisp motion.

"Demon King! We've prepared your meal. Come on, come on, come to the dining room! I made it more on my arm!

"... I'm sorry, but I can't eat or drink. You'll see by the looks."

I answer as I sit on the throne.

The bull-head expressed surprise with a great deal of motion.

Move loosely and drop your shoulders.

"Oh my...! That makes me sorry...... this grom, my whole life's unconsciousness!

Bullhead - Grom regrets clenching his fist.

After a while he hits his hand, he keeps talking about it all with the name proposal.

"So how about a selection of meals! If ordered, I will bring you a selection of items to run through the Wang capital. By the way, if it's the right color for the Demon King..."

Speaking to rap, Grom takes the liberty of proceeding with the topic.

I hear it, I held my side head down with my fingers.

I had a headache somehow.

If I was alive, I would be rubbing it loose.

I mourn in my heart before my subordination to name a candidate for life and clothing.

(Damn, how did this happen?

Three days have passed since my encounter with Grom.

He became my loyal minister.

The unscrupulous attitude disappears like a lie and is now united by a disgusting word and deed.

My personality was completely rounded up.

Grom said he was impressed with my purpose and how it happened.

He was declared to work devotionally as an executive of the Demon King.

It's been at this rate ever since.

I named it Grom, by the way.

I took it from the name of a historical saint, but he seems to like it a lot.

The damage, which was so terrible, also instantly regenerated when given magic and temper.

Now it's moving around fine.

With a comparable power to the Demon King, his vitality and resilience are extraordinary.

As I have learned in the last three days, Grom is knowledgeable on top of his dexterity.

Regardless of his dexterity, it's odd that he's just born knowledgeable.

I thought so and looked into it and discovered some facts.

Grom is a collection of resentments and grudges.

They mix together in my surgery to establish themselves as new individuals.

As a result, Grom had a fragmentary inheritance of the experiences and memories of the deceased who became a vegetarian.

That's why you have common sense and can exercise magic.

What a convenient existence.

I guess the meal that you made for me also uses someone's cooking technique.

Grom is more competent than I imagined.

It can be described as a very submissive and trustworthy subordination, although it is sometimes unfavourable to add or subtract care.

He will definitely not betray.

It was exactly the undead that deserved to be called loyal.

"Grom"

"Yes! What can I do for you?

Grom replies with pleasure.

He was stretching his spine beautifully.

It is brilliantly disproportionate to his appearance.

I rise from the throne and tell.

"You can wait until you give the order. I'm going to go get supplies."

"What are you talking about? Do it! If it's a chore, I'll take care of it. Don't even bother the Demon King."

Grom stands before me.

I felt more agile than I did in battle.

Orbital flames are filled with no heart or sense of purpose.

What drives him that far?

I really changed the leopard compared to the first time I met him.

In the end, this time I decided to break it.

Ask Grom to procure supplies in the King's City.

It was also a big hassle to convince him.

"I'll take care of it. Though strange, this grom, necessarily does what the Demon King commands... Yay, dust in here! I shouldn't. I have to clean it."

Grom stared at the edge of the room, holding a rag or a rag in his eight arms.

Use them fully to clean the indoors.

Satisfied, he gracefully graced before leaving the room.

The figure is reminiscent of the old butler of the caretaker.

Watching the whole thing from the throne, I felt like sighing.

(... no, but. no different that Grom is excellent)

It's a delightful miscalculation to have managed to subordinate that powerful undead.

I would like to meditate my eyes on some oddities.

The willingness to work for me should be affirmed.

I don't care about Grom.

I have more to think about than that.

This morning, I communicated my presence to every territory in the kingdom.

It also tells him that if he vows to obey, he will not attack.

I don't want to kill me and the people who surrendered without darkness.

You're welcome if they follow me.

It is undoubtedly the first step towards peace.

I am also concerned about the reaction of neighbouring countries.

The King's capital was taken over by the undead.

You can assume that the information is well known.

How will nations respond to the manifestation of a new demon king?

Sooner or later we'll be sure to form a crusader.

You can't leave me alone.

Perhaps by now it is time to scratch the users of holy magic.

(If I don't set up enough environment to call myself the Demon King, too)

I would like to improve the land and also provide for further distribution.

I want an ally as personable as Grom.

It is essential to act organisationally.

I wanted to get in shape as a land of the undead and eventually form an army.

That's still all we need to be prepared for to be the evil of the world in perpetuity.

(Is there anyone somewhere who would like my subordination)

In his lifetime, there were a handful of organizations that believed in the Demon King.

If my presence is well known, there may be contact from such forces.

But such an organization runs the risk of storming out in a way I don't want.

I still have to be a trustworthy person.

It will be a later challenge to collect the distribution.

When I thought about it a lot, I heard footsteps from outside the room.

Quickly rushed.

Normal undead doesn't run like this.

I knew immediately whose footsteps it was.

"Demon King, I'm here to report you!

"Did you make any moves?

Ask Grom, who opened the door and jumped in.

Grom nodded as he increased the orbital flame.

"Yes. Apparently an army has been dispatched from the nearest territory. Little by little, we are progressing towards the Wang capital."

"The goal is to recapture the King's capital. Just like I expected."

The king is dead with the center of the country devastated.

I guess nobles can't even leave it alone.

Literally, it is a matter of kingdom survival.

It was premeditated to take me down with all my might.

However, I am concerned about the speed at which the troops will be dispatched in three days.

Has a good martial officer done a quick formation?

Or a bunch of fools driven by achievements and emotions?

"And what will you do? I'd be happy to destroy you."

"I'll go. We must inform them of the return of the Demon King. Grom, I'll leave you to your absence."

The recapture army will perish in disguise.

I want to feed the world on the threat of me.

If the fall of Wang Du is followed by great damage, people will understand my dangers, too.

At present, there was no response to the obedience communicated to each territory.

In view of this incident, it would be helpful if you would express your will.

"Ha! I'm in awe! We will protect the castle of the Demon King with all our spirits!

Grom puts his hand on his chest and knees one on the floor.

Reliable reply.

His prowess would most likely allow him to deal with whoever raided him.

Has the strength to line up with previous demon kings.

I'm sure the army will be able to deal with them, but there's no problem with that.

"Okay, I'm coming"

"Whoa, Demon King, wait a minute"

On the verge of dealing with the Retrieval Army, it was retained by Grom.

It looks a lot more serious.

Is it something I forgot to report?

"What?"

"Let's change our meals! It's a sunny stage because of it. Let's show them what a demon king is like with a despicable human being."

Proudly stated, Grom let the flames on the left and right roll brilliantly.

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I travel to the Reclaimed Army by transfer magic.

In my lifetime, I was able to transfer visual distances.

Sometimes it was used forcefully as a trump card for the exit of the front, but it is quite burdensome.

That was greatly enhanced by the fact that it became undead.

It can be used almost inexhaustibly, and the transfer distance is considerably longer.

At the same time he was reminded of the limits of man, knowing the power of the immortal.

Vision switches at the same time as the surgery is activated.

I was thrown out into the sky.

The earth stretches far below.

The fall began immediately, so a force field was created in the air to land.

The wind puts clothes on.

I wore a dark green hooded robe.

It is decorated with gemstones on each end and has a magical effect.

It's a range of errors for me, but not a bad luxury of appearance.

The first prepared by the tenacious grom was a bright red robe.

In addition to gold embroidery, gems are scattered.

It was glowing brilliantly with the remnants of the wearer's magic.

Anyway, it's flashy and, to put it bluntly, a bad taste.

None of them would be practical either.

The nobles must have done their best to tailor it.

Apparently Grom wanted to glamour me anyway.

He was also advised to wear the crown, so he just made me say no.

Negotiations led to the current robe as a compromise.

It seemed a little unfortunate, but I had no choice.

Neither did previous demon kings like anything more gorgeous.

I walk in the air while creating a force field.

So much less, I discovered an army traveling to and from the ground.

I'm flying the flag.

If you stare at it, you will see that it belongs to the territory that was in the information.

It is a recapture army for the fallen King's Capital.

I watch the march from above.

Count all the way down to 20,000.

That's quite a size.

In addition, it stretches the boundaries of holy magic.

It would be an undead measure.

He's seriously going to get the King's Capital back.

(How could I have organized this many armies in less than three days)

If you march as far as the King's Capital as you can, there is a risk of damage that cannot be ignored.

I am not gentle enough to shut up and watch, although I have enough power to deal with it easily even in the grom.

I'm going to frustrate people's wars here.

That way, there will be no more darkless outcasts this time either.

Consequently, it reduces the sacrifices on both sides.

It's a really desirable development.

I don't mind antagonizing me, but I'd be in trouble if I was rushed to death too quickly.

"It's a show. We have to slaughter them flashly..."

I point my hands at the recapture army on the ground.

I opened my palm and scratched it.

That reminds me of my battle with Fujigrom.

There were also various ways to use the product.

This is my opportunity, so let's do a little imitation.

I mixed temper and magic to build the art.

form into the world as they adjust.

What I could do that was a black sphere.

It floats at the tip of both hands and lacks substance.

It's like a gas.

The wind never shapes me.

Doesn't make any difference, it just exists there.

(Failure...?

When I was anxious, the sphere inadvertently began to fall.

Head to the recapture army ahead.

Leave it to the free fall to accelerate.

The soldiers raised their faces and shouted something.

Some point fingers.

I think I noticed a sphere approaching from overhead.

Immediately arrows and magic were released into the sphere.

The sphere does not change orbit at all and continues to fall as it takes in the objects it touches.

The soldiers' attacks do not make sense.

It was as if he were beating a chunk of water.

The sphere eventually contacts the junction.

Pushing it apart without any minor resistance, it landed on one corner of the army.

The next moment, that's where the explosion takes place.

The soldier, who was directly hit, became flesh and scattered.

Those who were somewhat apart are also seriously and slightly injured by the shock.

The bursting sphere melted and became a fog of impatience, which began to spread to the surrounding area.

When they turn into tens of millions of black hands, they hit the face of the reclaimed army.

"No, don't... Fuck, fuck... yeah..."

"I don't want to die yet! I don't like it, in this place......"

"Hey, hey, help me, give me that! Somebody!

Those who are caught in the black hand die in agony.

They were transformed into undead at the same time as desperate and attacked by the living.

Those who are devoured and slain will join the new undead.

It's a repeat of the sight of the king's capital.

It is no longer as familiar as everyday.

The synthesis of temper and witchcraft was successful.

Various things are likely to be done through the addition or subtraction of combinations and formulations.

The wear and tear is also insignificant, so I want to improve my practice from now on.

Those who notice me in the air fly arrows and sorcery.

It's a little depressing, so I prevented it with wind magic.

At its current altitude, nothing can be fatally injured.

eject additional black spheres in return and keep the undead damage magnified.

Soldiers attempting to fight back were chased away by the Undead to deal with them.

The chain of command is completely paralyzed.

Without effective help, the soldiers are unilaterally eaten and scattered.

Ultimately, it became a scatter, and the slightest survival escaped to its own life-saving.

"Well done."

I manipulate the undead on the ground to keep them from chasing the defeating soldiers.

They still had a role to play in getting me to say and spread my word.

Ten years after the death of the previous demon king.

We need to make it known that a new threat has emerged to humanity.

Destroying the Repossessed Army, I missed the back of a fleeing survivor.