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

With the ex-request army undead, I return with metastatic magic.

I was dubious as to whether it was possible, but I succeeded without difficulty.

It's convenient to be able to carry roughly 20,000 troops in an instant.

Can be applied to a variety of operations.

Even if you experience just the decrease in magic, it's not exhausting enough yet.

If we engineered the surgical formula to be suitable for population metastases, the depletion would be more suppressed.

Around it can be described as a show of the wise man's arms.

The benefits transformed into this figure are immeasurable.

It wasn't just the magic performance that improved.

We should also let the technique that we never thought of in our lifetime materialize.

To be a permanent evil, we must not be imprisoned in the human frame.

I'm not proud of my current power, but I'm going to lay down an even more groundstone attitude.

The destination of the flight on the transfer was near Wangdu.

I didn't go straight to the castle because I had a little errand to run.

It was the valley of the dead that headed.

So he returned part of the undead to the body and dedicated it to the valley of the dead.

It is the result of half-intuitive behavior, following the temper of dwelling in my soul.

As soon as I gave my body away, I felt the amplification of my power.

Seems to have gained more power.

The valley of the dead, which was clear with what I took in, begins to be wrapped in fog again.

The Valley of the Dead is my source of strength.

It seems that contamination with air has strengthened my presence in relative terms.

This is a beneficial find.

Let's continue to dedicate corpses in the future.

(I think I took in the power of the Valley of the Dead. But the truth is, the valley of the dead may have taken in a being called me)

It doesn't matter if that's what comes to mind.

It has no effect on my course of action.

I don't care what the means are if I can gain my strength as a demon king.

As a precaution, he protected the valley of the dead with great junction magic, and took the remaining undead for the king's capital.

(Everything is going well so far. No problem at all)

The recapture army, which sought an early solution, was devastated.

Similar forces would have been assembled everywhere, but knowing one thing about this one should hesitate to leave the army.

You must realize that even if you simply count them, they won't be enemies.

In the future, we will be meeting to investigate and take measures, and will attack after grasping my abilities.

Whatever the operation, it takes time to get to action.

That's fine.

As things stand, it's impossible for people to crusade me.

Neither do they scatter their lives for no reason.

Because I don't want the complete doom of the world.

We just want to continue to pose a threat to the Demon King and to maintain peace between mankind.

Unless there was an attack on this one, mankind was going to leave it alone for a while.

I have something to do with me while the other side prepares.

I arrived in King's Capital while I was thinking.

I go on lonely streets.

Along the way, I broke up the undead I got in this battle.

I don't plan to use it either, so I'll let him wander around Wang Chengchi.

I walk from there to the castle.

Somehow he wanted to explore the streets of the king's capital.

There are traces of blood all over the street, and houses lined up on the verge of collapse.

Many buildings have been completely burned to a crippling appearance.

The rotten ingredients were discolored without anyone to clean them up.

Everywhere is desolate.

A suddenly collapsed routine was described as commonplace.

My heart hurts, but I have no regrets.

It is my chosen path.

Dwight Harvelt, a wise man who once contributed to the Demon King's Crusade, is dead.

What we are here now is an immortal demon king who repeatedly kills.

It would be my responsibility to do it through more than make an irrevocable choice.

We cannot waste the sacrifices of people who have died.

As we were ascertaining the traces of people's livelihood, we eventually arrived at the castle.

I casually look up at the castle and stiffen its appearance forward.

Originally it should have been a blue roof on a white wall, but the whole thing was wrapped in red and black gloss.

Blue flames are lit everywhere.

The castle consisted only of a joke-like calamity.

(What happened to the gap with a slight glance?

No, I know who did it.

I fly between sights in the castle with metastatic magic.

There is no change when it comes to this indoors.

At the same time as he sat on the throne, the door opened and Grom appeared.

"Welcome back, demon king! We watched the game in farsighted sorcery, but you were wonderfully brave! Me (me), I was so moved that I could almost cry..."

Grom, shivering, knelt to flow.

He takes the action of wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.

A flame burning in the orbit scorched the edge of the handkerchief.

Are you serious about fulfilling it?

There's nothing impossible about Grom's personality.

Though I have difficulty judging, it was not the case now.

When I set aside my thoughts in my chest, I ask the kneeling grom a question.

"What does the castle look like?"

"Yes, we've changed it to something that's perfect for the Demon King's castle. In parallel, we also have defensive magic, so we don't neglect to take care of intruders. What do you think, you liked it?

Grom's a good guy. Explain in the tone he just asked me.

Looks so proud.

How can you express your emotions so far when your face is a cow's bone?

It should be the same as me in terms of bones, but there was a big difference in affection.

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I glance at the grom.

He was softening his gaze.

You want me to compliment you.

I feel like I'm shaking it if I have a tail.

I think you did an unsolicited imitation of the castle's appearance, but none of it is harmful.

I'm not obsessed with anything.

Honestly, it wasn't anything that bothered me no matter how it was remodeled.

And Grom, instead of just changing the appearance of the castle, is simultaneously trying to raise the bottom of the defensive surface.

Analysed in the magic of the sensory system, a huge number of techniques were used.

If you break in without permission, you'll be wiped out immediately.

So much vicious sorcery is used.

Due to multiple ties, it's even suspicious if it's possible to break in the first place.

Even looking around the world, tighter security is rare here.

I can see a single scale of Grom's motivation and strength that set up the equipment so far in a short time.

Slightly empty words and deeds almost make me forget, but they are outrageous.

If he cares about it, one or two of the continents can be erased from the map.

That is what makes the annihilation of humanity so realistic as well.

I was more demonic than I was.

"The castle's defense was oblivious. Thanks for your consideration."

After thinking, I put in words of labor.

Though arbitrary, there is little to blame for.

You should praise Grom for his efforts more than that.

My word-grabbed grom burned up the orbital flames violently.

"It's a pleasure to say...... Huh! No, it was worth the trouble and thinking about the look. It's an honor to help you with this Glom, Demon King!

"I'm honored to have a good manpower, too. But I want you to talk to me in advance when you do something in the future."

"Ha ha! I hope you can use the brains of your loyal servants."

Grom answers with his forehead on the floor.

Absolute loyalty to me.

It can also be called worship of the Demon King.

I laughed bitterly in my chest at its thoroughness.

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"Ma, Demon King, it's tough!

Two nights later, a grom of great panic arrived during a glance.

Apparently, something has happened.

"What's up? Is that an intruder?

"Yes, no, I don't... Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to take a look in person"

It's a bad tooth tone for groms.

Seems to be something I have trouble reporting.

I just sensed the entire king's capital in sorcery.

If there are any anomalies, this should help you find them.

Numerous reactions are then caught around the gate of the outer wall.

That number is approximately five hundred.

They are assembled in front of the gate.

Certainly not an intruder.

The opponent does not step into the King's Capital, but is waiting on the spot.

It is also convincing that Grom is confused.

Arm wrapping, I unraveled the magic and turned my consciousness back into the blind eye.

"- Hmm, sounds like a visitor."

"How will you do it? If you command me, I will be destroyed."

Grom emits disturbing signs.

seep hatred and killings.

If I nodded, the momentum seemed to jump out by chance.

"No, I'm going out. Follow me."

"Ha! Understood!

Grom extinguishes his killing spirit and salutes.

The mind switches horribly fast.

In front of my order, I guess it's out of the question, such as the precedence of personal feelings.

It is surprising to Grom's loyalty because he naturally practices it.

I exercised metamorphotic magic and took Grom outside the castle.

The destination is the outer wall of the Wang capital.

Just in time to see how the main entrance looks.

I landed on the edge of the wall and Grom floated next door.

From there, keep an eye on the population in front of the main gate.

If I were alive, I'd have a bad outlook because of the darkness at night, but it doesn't matter in this body.

visibility is maintained as during the day.

It was a bunch of demons gathering under my eyes.

The green kid is a goblin.

The big ghost is an ogre.

The obese body on the pork side is oak and the small body on the dog face is cobolt.

It is the sacubus that has bat-like feathers in its crooked corners.

There were other demons of various races.

"This is an awesome army... strange that I couldn't detect it until just before"

"It would be the magic of covert systems. Nothing to be ashamed of. It's the other guy."

Grom turned this way to my words.

He inquires a little reluctantly.

"That mouthful... What if the Demon King knows their identity?

"Oh, I know. It's a lifelong cause."

As the two of us exchanged, a group of demons noticed this way.

They shout out in amazement.

The upset propagated, and five hundred groups made noise on an unpackable scale.

Silence at a certain moment when it does.

It was at the same time that the leading Thacubus raised one hand.

A grom stroked his jaw, which I perceived in vain.

"Hmm. Looks like that Sacubus is the leader. Who the hell are you?"

It is also a matter of not wandering.

You should talk to him first.

With that in mind, I speak of the answer he asks.

"She was following the demon kings of her predecessors - one of those four kings of heaven"