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

Bright red stained vision.

A good amount of returning blood wet me.

I pass it down all over my body. I don't wipe it, I sit quietly.

The brave man was touching the slaughtered spot.

Blood erupts intermittently.

Whether he pushes his hand, momentum never weakens.

The blood kept gushing.

"... eh"

The brave moved his mouth slightly, but not his voice.

He sighed and threw up blood.

When I clear my ears, I roar like a beast.

(That's just the limit)

Look at the brave man. I judge.

The Sword of Shape was cracking his torso.

The wound wasn't shallow either.

It is clearly fatal.

It was not a matter of temper to do something about it.

".................. ooh"

I thought I was going to fall as I was, and the brave man stepped forward in an inexorable move.

It spills blood and comes close so that it bites one step at a time.

I never stop when I'm about to fall.

My obsessive-burning eyes stared only at me.

The holy sword that remains shaken up trembles.

It was only put up to punch a knife in me.

Exhausting the lights of his disappearing life, he proceeds diligently.

And finally, he took me in between holy swords.

"- Eh."

The brave man waved down the holy sword in such a way that he would fall halfway.

A blade of slow speed touches my neck muscle.

Holy light scorches the surface of the bone and tries to devour it even more.

But that was it.

The Holy Sword strokes down from my shoulder to my torso.

The slaughter of his whole body remained only to cleave the robe that wrapped him around.

The brave man is stiff in a position where he has swung through the holy sword.

The fine dust doesn't even move from there.

I didn't even hear a slight breathing noise.

I peek into the face of a brave man.

The vain look, it's not one blink.

Both eyes had lost light.

I haven't seen anywhere.

The brave man, he was dead.

At the end of the day, he fulfilled his mission as a human brave man, withstanding the power of temper.

There is nothing else to pay tribute to for that figure that fought beyond its limits.

A tiny noise rang.

A crack is running on the holy sword.

The white light fogged and the blade shattered and scattered.

Leave only the pattern and disappear.

The brave man's wish was to bring peace by defeating the great evil.

Just like I once was.

Let us say that the peace-loving heart is authentic, even though we do not know the developments that await ahead.

I turn my heels back to the fortress.

The fortress burned red, illuminating the darkness at night.

I don't hear any screams or terminators.

It must have already been occupied by the Demon King's Army.

In the evidence, a new undead roams around it.

This was a natural consequence.

Without the power of the brave, there is no such thing as the art of resistance.

It was not confirmed directly, but it appears that a unilateral battle has unfolded.

"Demon King!

Grom, who found me as soon as possible, rushed to great momentum.

He stopped suddenly during the collision to see if I was injured.

I wonder how worried I was.

I gently pull the grom apart.

"I'm not particularly injured. It's okay."

"Oh well... you're safe and above all..."

Grom openly appeases.

The opponent is a brave man of the Holy Sword.

I guess I was also thinking about the possibility.

Actually, I ended up worried, but I can't help but worry about him.

"Hey, Admiral. You look good."

It was Henry who showed up with an easy-going greeting.

It has an atmosphere that I don't think is immediately after the battle.

I was just telling him about the red stain that attached to his clothes and what happened to his bloody fist.

Come on. You must have buried a lot of soldiers.

It seems to him that the exchange of life is not so different from everyday life.

"I would have liked to have fought the brave, too. Were you strong?

"Very much so. He was worthy of that name."

"I envy him."

Henry says really sparingly.

He is a raw combat maniac.

I kill repeatedly for my own pleasure.

There is no vengeance on humans, etc., and it depends on the mood.

He also belonged to the Demon King's Army because he could enjoy the war.

The way it is is is never a good man.

But he is already an essential man for the Demon King's Army.

In the first place, I myself am not in a position to criticize someone for good or evil.

I intend to join hands with him in the future.

"Demon King Summer."

Luciana flies out of the fortress.

She spreads her hands wide and jumps on my neck.

Grom was on the verge of jamming him, but Luciana made him try to dodge him in a flimsy manner.

"It's not amazing, I can't believe you beat a brave man! A feat as the Demon King."

"Is that so delightful?

Unexpectedly questioning Shaggu Luciana, she frowned a little.

"Isn't that obvious? Sama, the previous Demon King, couldn't accomplish it. Beat the brave men and you."

"... sure"

Luciana points me out and my memory evokes.

I miss everything when I look back.

It was ten years ago.

The time spent in the valley of the dead was severely stagnant.

I just repeated myself the question with the wreckage of that man.

(- It's okay to think back later. Now is not the time to immerse yourself in sentiment)

We should see reality more than we have in the past.

Not if you're relaxed.

Luciana, who sees inside this one, trivially leaves me to report.

"The fortress is completely occupied. Surviving soldiers are also being held captive so that no one can resist. What are we going to do now?

"The purpose of the Brave Crusade was fulfilled. The Demon King Army returns. Get ready immediately."

Each of the three men under my command returned to the fortress.

All you have to do is leave it to them.

I found myself on the spot, holding a sword.

With his sword on the horizontal line, he shakes off the blood of the brave.

The blade was carefully wiped with a robe and gently tucked into the sheath.

I look up into the sky.

There were full stars spread out there.

Beautiful enough to feel horrible.

It develops a fantastic sight, roughly a tragedy on earth.

Unconsciously I confess.

"- Becoming a demon king, I killed a brave man. It's an act that defies the course of time."

The currents of the world must have wanted the victory of the brave.

Evil is ostracized by force that cannot be resisted.

That has always been considered good.

I was one of those in my lifetime.

I wanted to use my talent for good.

It can't be right to slaughter humans.

Not to mention that it was never an acceptable act, such as manipulating their corpses to wage war of aggression.

It is above all the evil I hated and tried to eradicate.

I cannot help but feel the irony of destiny in the present situation, which has become its decentralization.

"But I will continue on my chosen path. If we are to achieve world peace, let us fall everywhere."

I don't hate any sacrifice to achieve my goals.

I am the worst demon king in the world.

Accept all stigma and responsibility.

What distorts a crazy world is if it's not a crazy being.

"I'll show you a new world when you come back."

An empty pledge that will not reach anyone.

I told the night sky that.