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

Over a hundred piles of anger float in the universe.

They had been ejected one after the other from every angle.

"Chi...... ugh"

The brave man strikes down the impending pile with the holy sword.

That's quite a response rate.

Much time has passed since the battle began, but he is still scratching his feet.

Don't die, the brave man stood around desperately.

But its entire body has various scratches, large and small.

The accompanying bleeding was dyeing the meadow red.

Even the brave ones haven't completely dealt with it.

"Demon King......!

Occasionally, brave men approach me.

An unexpected attack, but I let it be taken without difficulty.

Fly the pile from there and strike back.

In my lifetime, I would have used a variety of defensive magic.

You must have been aware to distance yourself from the brave.

I don't need to be obsessed there right now.

That man's swordsmanship outweighed that of the brave.

It is a power cultivated by the inexorable exercise and the death fight against the devil clan.

It's not that easy to go beyond.

The brave man was struggling against the pile of temper.

To revive as if nothing had happened, no matter how much we destroyed it.

On the other hand, I still have some leeway.

After all, there was a difference in power between the brave and me that could not be overridden.

I generate a spear of anger on hand.

I fired it with my finger movements.

"... Huh!

The reacted brave man plays the spear with the holy sword without turning around.

At the next moment, a pile released from behind the brave man captured his right thigh.

A sharp tip wet in blood breaks skin and pops out.

"... ugh!?

The brave man moaned on one knee.

Release ten piles to fold there.

"Gu...... uhh"

The brave man was forced to roll down the ground and take evasive action.

Prevent minutes that are likely to hit with the Holy Sword.

Still, one pile decided his flank.

Brave men eat and bind their teeth and endure.

(Will you still die? Shiitake)

The anguish that spills over into the living flesh is immeasurable.

Normally, the undead should proceed immediately.

The brave man resisted only by the power of his will.

"Ahhhhhh!

When the brave man shouted at me with his wounded body, he rushed out at me.

Extreme light swelling up with the holy sword.

He skips the slash of light by shaking it up.

That's all I expected, I immediately took defensive witchcraft.

A crack runs on the surface that has been slashed by the light.

Before the brave man's bottom line, he remembered signs that his defense was about to be broken.

(It's something I do well...)

I exercise additional sorcery.

Hundreds of squirrels stretching from the ground gather in front of me and become walls.

The walls of the bamboo burned but were cut off by the slaughter of light.

That's when something passes the edge of my vision.

He was a brave man through the side of the walls of the wax.

He came running through the slaughter of light.

"Die yeh!

The sharp orbital holy sword was about to snap my neck.

I reciprocate with a sword of shapes, trying to pierce the brave man's chest with a cut.

The brave man sprinkled his blood and flew away, spurting with a single hair.

I'll shoot my spear in there again.

In parallel, countless piles were also moved.

Brave men succeed in paying spears with the holy sword, but they cannot cope with piles.

A rain of avalanche piles showered his back.

"Goha, ah...... eh"

The brave man threw up blood and fell at the foresight.

Sinking in blood, he is trembling in small pieces.

I look out for the brave on a faraway roll.

"You're done. I've decided to fight."

"Gu... ma, not yet..."

The brave man pokes the ground with the holy sword and rises spilling blood.

Her face is blue and white, and her eyes are not focused on this one.

It seems that he is dying even if left alone.

"Give it up. It's pointless where I got up here. There's no chance you can win."

As I tell you, the brave man shook his head and refused.

He looks up as he flies his blood.

"But if I die here... there will be peace in the world..."

"Peace."

whine unconsciously.

What we were chasing was a match.

Yet the position is bipolar.

The brave man approaches with his holy sword like a cane.

"You, even... If only you were defeated, the world would be at peace... heh!

"That's a mistake."

I denied it in a resolute tone.

The brave man gives a surprising look.

Because of that.

Let's make sure I was a little concerned.

That's what I thought. I ask the brave.

"Claire Button. Dwight Harveldt. Do these two names sound familiar?

…………

The brave man full of blood thinks.

I guess I can't grasp the intent of my question.

I'm not sure if I should answer.

Meanwhile, I kept waiting silently.

After a while, the brave man who has breathed opens his mouth.

"About ten years ago... I killed the demon king of the time and tried to take away his power... the fallen heroes. That's what happened...?

It's a rebuttal to your ideals.

I fired a pile of temper and pierced the brave man's hands and feet.

The brave man lays down on the ground again.

I punched an extra pile in there.

The brave moved the holy sword on the verge and defended it painstakingly.

Throw out your arm immediately after and vomit blood.

The blade of the Holy Sword was losing light.

"Defeat the Demon King to restore peace. It would be an extremely straightforward way. But I couldn't."

"What do you mean..."

"I tried, but I failed."

Numerous sights pass through the back of the brain.

Memories of being cursed by the people in the valley of the dead.

Vision closed with an arrow stabbed in one eye.

The look on that man's face standing in the abyss of death.

Payback to us for saving the world represented a mistake of choice.

I still have pain in one eye and chest.

Even though it is a part that no longer exists.

"O brave man of the Holy Sword, who knows no name. Nothing you claim is wrong. It's the way I used to be."

I'm more of a crazy person.

Demon kings who do all that is evil and treacherous will be defeated by the righteous apostle, the brave.

Exchange it will save people.

I followed that man, believing so, and finally crusaded the Demon King.

"The world is just so cruel and filled with despair. So much so that your ideals are mocked and thrown away."

"... Ugh..."

The brave man is already a bug breath.

It was best to move only my neck and look up at me.

It was a miracle that he was still alive.

Blood flowing out of the wound is soaking soil gently.

"Even if you stepped over my corpse here, you would have tasted deep despair sooner or later. And know what my words mean."

I walk over to the brave.

Its appearance of piles buried all over his body was pitiful and helpless.

But mocking is unacceptable.

He is a young man who carried the burden of bravery and ran for justice.

He's not bad.

It was the world, including me, that was wrong.

You can't just live with correctness.

"You're dying soon. But I will inherit that will to wish for peace. I don't think that's what you want."

…………

The brave do not answer.

He didn't move as he leaned down.

Blood on the ground. The whole place spreads.

(Has he finally died)

I try to wake his body up to make sure of it.

In a moment, a bloody hand grabbed my arm.

"Give it up, will you? Ahhhhhhhhhh!

A brave man who is supposed to be a full-blown creator rises.

He waved a holy sword burning in white light as he pulled my arm.

- Brilliant.

That's all I told you, and I flashed a sword of shapes.

As soon as possible, the brave stop moving.

His torso cracked diagonally and quietly bled.