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

"A prisoner comparable to a hero, or..."

I rebel against Luciana's words.

I had forgotten until now, but knew only one person in question.

Looking back at my lifetime memories, Luciana peeks into my face.

"Maybe, does anyone have any idea?

"It was ten years ago, so I can't be sure. Let's just go check it out."

"Right. If we don't get back to cover soon, they're gonna break through."

Me and Luciana fly to jail.

It won't take long because it's a straight line.

Moving around like that for now.

We arrived at a prison on the edge of the capital.

A boneless building with black as its precious, with a broken and dysfunctional junction.

The gold net surrounding the site had fallen, and the undead wandered everywhere.

"Here."

"Except for the prisoner, he's pretty much under control."

We disembarked on the premises and entered the prison from a damaged entrance.

It is also overflowing with undead inside, with prisoners and guard-like clothing individuals in the majority.

They are in a state of waiting for orders.

I wander indoors apathetically, with nothing to do.

I travel around the prison in Luciana's lead.

"Ahead."

Almost at the same time I hear the hustle and bustle.

Through the bend, there was an open space.

To see scattered dishes and dishes, this is apparently the dining room.

"Olah!"

I heard a good voice of prestige.

One man is swinging a long desk and kicking the undead.

Good prisoner clothes with barley hair.

His beard hasn't been shaved, and his face is hard to tell.

However, the fierce grin was clearly visible even from my position.

The area is littered with undead that have been damaged and dysfunctional.

It would be more than a hundred if I counted all the time.

That's all men have beaten.

I observe a man from a point a little further away.

"Is that the man..."

"You're doing more damage than you just did. I wonder what's really going on."

Luciana is slightly distraught.

If you look at this sight, you can also snort that kind of mood.

"By the way, did you know that prisoner?

"Not as much as I know him. I didn't think he was still in jail."

To my vague answer, Luciana looked more and more difficult.

She roars in arms.

"Dwight, I know you and you're a hero-like man of strength...? With such a human being, I think even the Demon King's Army would have grasped it..."

"I can't help not knowing. The man was imprisoned before the battle against the Demon King's army intensified"

"What have you done?

"Too liberal a character was disastrous to uphold discipline, and on the contrary, he sinned plainly. Close to the desolate, if you say so."

I don't have any direct knowledge with men, but I used to hear a lot about poor bareback.

A small country hired him as a soldier, originally a mercenary collapse.

Not to mention its strength, so much so that it was once named as a candidate for the Demon King's Crusade.

Had the man not been imprisoned shortly afterwards, he would have been on a demon king crusade journey with us.

Given the consequent execution in the valley of the dead, I'm glad I didn't have to be one of them then.

The fact that such a man is serving as a prisoner seems to be due to his preoccupation.

Sometimes I hear he was disciplined in strange places.

Outreach, he was interested in the life of the prisoner, and maybe he actually liked it.

Or just a whim.

Some of the information I could find out was that a man was in the mood.

Either way, it's hard to accommodate a man like him.

Weren't the small countries always chilling their liver, too?

There is also a risk that he will seek escape on a whim.

"I guess I haven't been executed because I've been spared that strength. I never thought I'd be a prisoner ten years from now."

"It's not the same kingdom that drove you into the valley of the dead."

"... not at all"

Even while doing so, the man was destroying a huge number of undead.

Using a long, blood-coated desk, it moves endlessly indoors.

I don't mind if the wreckage of the undead is reusable if it is reassembled, but it would also be dangerous to leave too much alone.

That's what I thought, and that's when I tried to step out, a man turned this way.

"Hey, you black skeleton there! Yes, it's you!

A man often speaks through.

You obviously seem to be referring to me.

I face Luciana.

She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

Sounds like you're up to it.

I divide my subordinate undead to the left and right to make my way to the man and move on.

When the man lowered his half-broken long desk, he spoke in an easygoing manner.

"It's the undead's best balls here, isn't it? I need to talk to you for a second."

"What?"

"I'm also tired of dealing with miscellaneous fish. Let's take a ride."

The man suggests with a grin reminiscent of the beast.

It's not an atmosphere where you're joking.

Apparently, he's serious over there.

I stop my leg and respond with a little distance.

"He said it was a one-horse hit. I have time for you, etc."

"Hyah ho woo"

A man moved out so as to block my words.

He walks down low like crawling through the floor.

When he reached my sight in an instant, he released a spinning kick in a pruning motion.

I slip away from my upper body.

"Mm."

A strong impact ran under his chin and bone fragments flew.

The kick was plundered and crushed.

When I was a human, my brain would be shaken and unable to move, but today I am the only immortal of bones.

This level of damage was not significant.

"That's brittle, Oi! Let's have more fun."

The provoking man rolls out his fists in a sharp orbit.

I activate defensive magic on the brink.

The man's fist crushes in defensive witchcraft and even creates cracks.

However, the attack speed slowed slightly.

In that gap I jump away and take a distance.

(... that's a hell of a destructive force)

I honestly admire it.

The man had no sign of using witchcraft.

Only a pure martial attack made me pierce my defense.

I don't know how much you're doing, it shouldn't be that easy to break, but it's actually shown off, so I can't even deny it.

Whatever it is, melee is bad minutes.

I have mastered a variety of combat skills in the Valley of the Dead, some of which excelled in melee attacks but were somewhat underpowered to deal with the man in front of me.

The only thing is, that guy's swordsmanship can counteract it, but he doesn't have to bother fighting in his opponent's area of expertise.

I was a wise man in my lifetime.

I specialize in long-distance flattery.

The ability to be immortal was also for magicians.

I manipulated the surrounding undead and made him jump to the man at the same time.

Unlike earlier semi-automatic attacks, I have given clear orders.

The coordinated movement was making it difficult to deal with each step.

"Ooh?

The man is surprised with his eyes round.

As he quickly grabbed up the long desk, he swung it around using his entire body.

The undead disperses with the roar.

The attacks of the undead will not arrive.

The man made him try and do it with just one blow.

(Can't you do it the way it is now?)

Most of all, the time spent on a single blow is deadly in combat.

I stuck my hands together and released an oversized fireball from it.

The fireball that burns the floor progresses on a man swallowing track.

I can't see the man I missed dodging.

The fireball crashed straight into the indoor wall, causing a huge explosion.

Large walls and floors are chosen, and white smoke rises.

…………

I stare at the explosion point without alarm.

After a while, a shadow appeared out of the white smoke.

"That hurts. I almost got BBQ."

The man blurs as he pays off the dirt on his torn prisoner clothes.

The bleeding was slight and, if you look closely, burned the palm of his hand.

I can't believe it, but I guess I stopped that fireball with my bare hands.

Even defensive enchantment walls can be easily crushed.

Luciana rushed to observe the man.

"Demon King Sama, are you okay?

"Oh, no problem"

Fasten Luciana trying to touch the missing jawbone.

Damage is resolved if the flesh is switched.

It was fine even if it was made of wood dust.

Luciana, on the other hand, glances at the man in a creepy way.

"Who is he really? It's no match for a hero. He's outnumbered his hero. Incredible......"

I can't help but wonder.

I answer her questions as I prepare my next sorcery.

"Henry Blarkin, a constantly winning and undefeated warrior, the man who was said to be closest to" the Demon King Killer ""