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

King's capital on the verge of sunset.

The Demon King's Army had assembled in the square.

We are going to crusade the brave.

The defense of the King's capital is entrusted to the remaining demons.

There are no problems due to multiple defensive magic exercises.

Hundreds of thousands of undead roam the land alone.

It would be near impossible to defeat it.

Due to the work of scouts, the current location of the brave men was accurately known.

He is resting in the fortress of the leadership.

The fortress was a central part of its territory.

I guess they're ready to go wherever we show up.

It seems that the leadership is quite exhausted by the repeated battles against the undead.

Says it's a number that victims can't ignore either.

Not to say that there are brave men, but what they perceive is personal combat power.

I guess there are a lot of hard wins if you look at it as a whole.

I was going to poke him there by surprise.

(Finally...)

I am aware of the sword of shapes hanging on my hips.

The spirit was calm.

I'm already getting ready.

There is no shaking.

The new Demon King will wipe out the brave.

I take a glimpse at the demon king army that aligns.

Everyone was silent and waiting for the time of the departure.

I can see you holding back your feelings for Dawn.

I exercised metastatic magic.

At that time, I feel a slight sense of resistance.

They still have a crossroads of metastasis jamming at their destination.

It's just terribly brittle.

I can see you applied it in a hurry.

Most of the kingdoms had already turned into demon kings.

Maybe I couldn't afford to collect magicians.

I increased my magic output and forcefully destroyed the function of the junction.

Immediately afterwards I feel a flash of flotation and the surrounding sight changes.

It was a meadow where the redness of the sunset mixed with the darkness of the dark night.

Fortresses rise above the sleek hills ahead.

Countless bonfires were installed around the perimeter to keep the lights from going on.

Several soldiers look at this one and hesitate.

A shitty noise rang from metal to metal.

It would be an alarm that would convey an enemy attack.

You can hear the hustle and bustle from within the fortress.

They seem to be moving into a combat posture.

(Is there a brave man in there?)

I'm sure he's resting in preparation for the next battle.

I have to tell him that consideration is unnecessary.

His place of death was here.

"Henry."

I call my men names.

The man who could carry the dragon's bow advanced confidently.

"Oh, leave it to me."

Henry stared at the arrow unaware, setting his aim at the fortress.

He groans with an invincible grin.

"I'll give you a shot at the wake-up call."

A single shot that flew with the wind-cut sound penetrated a robust fortress.

Some of the fortresses collapse, mainly where they are worn.

I heard screams and fury.

It belongs to a soldier who got caught up in bad luck.

It is a damage that I do not believe was caused by a single arrow.

(It would be good as a preemptive attack)

The opponent is a brave man of the Holy Sword.

Wherever possible, you should sharpen your power without approaching.

If we continue to attack unilaterally like this, the other side should move out on its own.

We wait for it with a tiger's eye.

Where the collapse of the fortress had healed, the soldiers had unleashed fire arrows.

A few of them come down from overhead like rain.

Fire is an effective attack on the undead.

Easier than holy magic, it also secures a light source.

It was just a means used up in previous aggressions.

I, who lead the army of the undead, can't be taking no action against it.

I put my hands together to produce a gust of wind.

Instructions are given with fire arrows scattered.

"Grom, next"

"Ha! I did!

The grommets immediately move forward so that they are replaced by Henry.

As he crawled up off the ground, a black claw began to drift.

Concentrated temper.

Grom's manipulative temper flows to the fortress alone.

One bonfire after the other, wrapped up in curiosity, went out.

The entire fortress is engulfed in darkness.

The soldiers inside will also be inhaling the poison of temper.

Now they can't fight satisfactorily.

"That's good. Well done."

"Thank God I'm happy!

Grom puts his hands on his chest.

A less orbital flame of joy is spraying up, covering his head.

"Demon King Sama, shall we proceed with the sabotage?

"Right. Proceed as you should."

When I was questioning Luciana, white light was emitted from the fortress.

The impatience that spreads instantly is scratched off.

In concurrent sacred sorcery, such imitation is not fulfilled.

Delayed and magical light is lit.

It must have been installed by a magician instead of an extinguished bonfire.

(The light now...)

Observing, a shadow appeared from the fortress.

He raises a sword that wraps around the holy light and looks down on us.

"Are you here?"

I stare.

Was my age around the time I passed twenty?

Maybe late teens.

Younger than I thought.

The blonde-eyed young man wore armor that seemed to be of better quality than the average soldier.

The eyes set on determination and justice are burning in core anger.

That face carrying the mission was somewhat reminiscent of that man.

A brave man.

He is the hero chosen by the world to conquer the great evil of me.

The brave man raised the holy sword high.

In common sense, the blade can't have arrived at this distance.

But as a reality, he stands.

It was obvious what you were going to do.

The brave man waves down the holy sword.

It was the slaughter of white light that was released from the blade.

It flies to the Demon King's Army, choosing the ground.

I rolled forward a defensive magic that included distraction.

devise to angle rather than perpendicular to the ground.

When taken directly from the front, it threatened to be destroyed.

Soon the slaughter of light will clash into defensive magic.

After showing a few moments of antagonism, the slaughter was diverted to the sky.

It bursts far overhead and brightens the sunset sky.

The light quickly disappeared and darkness returned.

Having confirmed that, I look back and tell Grom.

"I pull away the brave. You guys focus on the fall of the fortress. I'll call you in case."

"I understand! Good luck!

I made a visual metastasis and moved in front of the brave man.

The brave man looks at this one and is stunned.

"Oh, you... ugh!

"You're a brave man. Can I help you?"

I exercise witchcraft.

He reached out from his torso an immaterial hand and grabbed up the brave man.

I will remain bound by my power.

"Guh, this... ugh!?

A brave man began to send the power of the Holy Sword.

We're going to sweep it away with the slaughter of light.

It just doesn't taste good when you take it at this close range.

Therefore I say pale.

"Fighting here is devastating. Let me change places."

Before the slaughter was unleashed, I threw off the brave.

It is a meadow zone with nothing, in a direction away from both the demonic army and the fortress factions.

The brave man dancing in the air waved the holy sword during the fall.

The slaughter of the light fired, it targets me precisely.

(You're good at being aggressive. I'm used to fighting)

I obstructed slaughter with defensive magic.

The slaughter of misaligned light runs right through the side.

The aftermath caused a deep crack on the ground.

"This is the demon king...!

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!

"I'll do it. We will!

Soldiers coming out of the fortress try to kill me.

But I don't have time to deal with them.

I have to deal with the brave.

You can't keep your eyes open for a moment.

"Out of the way."

Wave one hand to activate the procedure.

A spear braided with temper skewered a dozen soldiers.

Soldiers rot from the stabbing point and only bone bodies are left behind.

The body rang its jaw and moved out.

Soldiers transformed into skeletons enter the fortress with spears of anger.

At the foot of the hill, the Demon King's Army was starting to move forward.

All you have to do is leave it to them.

The more the fortress disappears, the more it falls.

(I mean, the rest is up to me)

You can never fail.

Let us defy destiny everywhere.

I made a firm vow to go to the brave man who fell into the meadow.