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

Having landed by the brave, I carry out a sorcery attack without going between them.

Ten shots of a spear of temper.

"Gu...... damn"

The brave man manipulates the holy sword endlessly.

He cut off the spear of his temper and misted it.

Try to do just one thing as it is without scratches.

"Hmm..."

I observe the appearance silently.

Sophisticated swordsmanship.

It would be a skill that can be described as the domain of genius based on age.

With about five more years of drilling, you must grow into a fine swordsman.

Most importantly, his life runs out tonight.

That's a future that can't happen.

The sword you are using is just a magic weapon.

Looks like they're granting a holy light there.

It would be the ability I acquired when I woke up as a brave man.

(That's a powerful power of evil. Specializing in killing immortals)

When I was mortally wounded with that holy sword, my soul threatened to be damaged.

There may be an obstacle to the resurrection.

It's someone who can't be chronic because of their immortal properties.

Chosen to kill a demon king named me is the ability to clearly see.

…………

The brave man stares at me with his holy sword in place.

I said something.

Based on my actions so far, I thought they would launch an attack without question.

Eventually, the brave man opens his heavy mouth.

"Why are you doing this..."

When I heard the questions raised by the brave man, I understood his mood as well.

I'm not buying time by conversation.

He wants to know why I do the killing.

It would be an extremely natural psychology.

It is also possible to attack without answering, but because of this, I decided to respond.

For me, too, I thought it was necessary.

I wanted to hear what the brave men of our time have to say.

Once I have lowered my sword, I answer the questions of the brave.

"Because I am the Demon King."

"Because of you, my family is dead. I had to kill my gool-backed sister...... ugh!

"Right."

My actions created countless tragedies within the kingdom.

He continued to strike the human living area in the army of the undead, and I myself was exterminated by sorcery.

The victims will be enormous.

I bear an inexhaustible number of sins.

I know him well.

Then I understood it and I ran it.

I can't move to get strangled.

Knowing all evil, I am here.

The brave man looked at me flat and flat.

And leak a dry laugh.

"Ha ha, you're not heartbroken...... that's the Demon King"

The brave lean unexpectedly.

When he raised his face, his eyes were intensely murderous.

The glow of the Holy Sword increases.

The brave man pointed that cut at me.

"I'm a brave man. I will defeat you according to fate."

The brave man proclaimed with perseverance.

It's a face that has thrown away the stray dust.

I remember nostalgia in its appearance.

I was given the illusion that I might be looking at my former self.

…………

I reach for the Sword of Shapes.

Fingered the pattern and pulled it out at once.

Take the same setup as that man and confront the brave men of the Holy Sword.

Silence continued as we kept our distance from each other.

I can hear the hustle and bustle from the rear.

I guess the men of the fortress and the demon king's army are engaged.

I can't break my consciousness over there.

For a moment, it was fatal just to be distracted.

"Ha!"

It was the brave men who made the move first.

He approaches instantly from a crawling position.

I sensed the activation of magic.

They use highly sophisticated physical enhancement.

I quickly unfolded my magic.

There grows a black jade from the ground, trying to restrain the brave man.

"Depressing!

The brave jumped small.

Cut off the scissors with minimal operation.

He kicked the ground out and accelerated even further.

From there he sees me in the midst of the Holy Sword.

(You're growing in battle...)

Compared to the first time it was relative, the reaction rate was clearly increasing.

I'm still a brave man.

It is irrational justice loved by the world.

But defeat will not be tolerated by me.

If we perish here, the tragedy will repeat itself.

Human strife intensifies.

In a world without a demon king, this brave man would also be overpowered.

People who have remembered threats to mighty power will surely look to his end.

It is the end of the path once followed by me and that man.

Even if it didn't, it should be used as a convenient killing weapon.

A holy sword will be waved at the war against the hostile nations.

Either way, there's a lot of blood.

That's what happens in a human place like no other.

Such a future is undesirable.

I wanted to change somehow.

Even a distorted diagram.

Pre-build a world evil called the Demon King. But I wanted humans to hold hands.

Because ideals alone cannot speak of peace.

"It's over, Demon King!

The Brave unleashes a slash by the Holy Sword.

It's a longitudinal orbit through my torso.

If we do nothing like this, the Holy Sword will destroy the modern demon king.

(Regardless, I won't let you do that)

I concentrate my consciousness.

Staring at the movements of the brave men who were about to be slashed, I could grasp it so that even the fine actions would be in my hands.

At the same time, I intuitively understand how I should deal with it.

The swordsmanship of an ancient brave man who lives in his soul teaches him.

I return my wrist and move it to match the impending blade of the Holy Sword.

Each other's swords collided.

Make a tall noise and spark.

The slaughter of the Holy Sword does not strike my body.

On a piece of paper, it was stopped by a sword of shapes.

"Hey... ugh!?

Surprisingly brave men try to push themselves to the mercy of power.

But the Holy Sword does not move any further.

The crossing swords just made a rubbing noise.

"No use."

I waved my sword and played the holy sword.

Wary of pursuit, the brave jump backwards.

There was a red line running on his cheek.

Slight blood seeps from it.

This blade was plundered.

"………………"

The brave man wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand to confirm the bleeding.

He breathes with a hard look.

There was fear of the Demon King there.

For a moment, I thought I was no match for you.

I would have associated my own death.

He realized there was no absolute victory because he was a brave man.

"You'll be scared. There is no shame in it. Everyone has feelings."

I lay down the Sword of Shape.

The other hand, empty, hoisted overhead.

When the surrounding space flashed, hundreds of piles of air appeared.

Floating in the universe, they surround the brave from all directions.

All the cutouts were after him.

"Become..."

The brave man will also cease to speak of this.

He glanced at him so that he could suffer.

If you succumb to despair, death awaits you.

Even if you know that, it's hard to excite your mind.

Human spirituality is fragile.

I did the same myself.

During the Demon King crusade, I guess I didn't have to die halfway down the road because there was that guy next door.

The brave man today was lonely.

No one is coming to help him.

Instead, in the fortress behind you, the soldiers will be waiting for the salvation of the brave.

Side by side as the sun sets to the horizon, I tell the brave.

"- This is the Demon King. I'll teach you true despair."