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

A simultaneous shooting of arrows burst into the Imperial Army.

Relentless stabbing of soldiers to disrupt formation.

Those who extinguish were heard from everywhere.

However, the damage is minimal.

Of the tens of thousands of troops, only about a hundred were injured.

Overall, it would be insignificant.

(No, it's not)

I observe the battlefield, I find it strange.

Some soldiers were coughing up.

Those who are unable to move on their knees or are vomiting are also scattered.

They all happened near where the arrows were stabbed.

The soldiers, who perceived the anomaly, began to retreat in haste.

I ask Henry.

"What have you done?"

"I planted a powdered poison in the arrow. It is sprayed at the same time as it stands. It'll be scattered and non-toxic soon, but it'll be intense when it works."

Henry explains it well.

He had a lively look on his face.

It's not just a battle freak, it's a fan of these kinds.

Henry does not hesitate that it would be inhumane.

He is the man to execute if he deems it optimal.

"Reduce the number of opponents efficiently with less effort. If you know it's poisonous, your opponent moves bluntly. Eat through that gap."

Henry, speaking floating, bowed and sniped.

A merciless shot pierced the forehead of a commander-like man far away.

The man falls with his eyes open.

Henry continues and releases his bow.

Now I caught another soldier's forehead.

He was just about to send instructions to the others.

Both are difficult distances to identify with bare eyes, but he let them shoot him as he deserved.

"That's great."

"Ha, I don't give a shit about praising you, do I?

Henry, in an upbeat mood, masterfully manipulates the bow as he talks.

He shot the commander-like one after the other.

Thoroughly destroying the chain of command is indeed his way of doing things.

Meanwhile, poison arrows were fired by demons.

Even if it doesn't hit you, just being nearby hurts you.

The Imperial Army was restricted in nature and movement.

I am devastated by a great deal of confusion, including the fact that the commander is being overthrown.

Most of the Imperial Army was already trying to get around to dealing with this one.

I leave it to a few to crusade the undead on the forest side.

I suppose you thought the attack on this one should be a priority.

It's a reasonable decision.

I thought it would come that way.

So much less, the Imperial Army released a counter-arrow.

They come down from overhead at an overwhelming density.

It's an ambush, a shredded but controlled move of commanders.

Soldiers are used to fighting.

The overall quality was very high.

But it's only the realm of man.

I was powerless to deal with a true monster.

We have to show the difference that we can't even overshadow in our efforts.

I exercise the magic of the wind and jump the rain of arrows.

Some of them had magic enhancements, but that doesn't matter.

I'll just leave it to the magic output and blow it up.

The rain of arrows off track fell around the Demon King's Army.

There's no harm in this one.

Totally intact.

"The Admiral's magic is amazing at all times. You'd think so, wouldn't you?

The applauding Henry speaks to the static Logan.

Logan frowned slightly.

He glances at me with a rugged look.

"... right. That's the Demon King."

Logan speaks for a few moments.

Words were backwards, and the look was that to a friend.

Others are so trivial changes that they do not notice.

Witnessing the power of the Demon King did not change his attitude.

I'm secretly relieved.

That's when I perceived the sound of cutting the wind looming.

It's an arrow aimed at me.

Expand defensive magic and play it in front of you.

(Sounds like you tried to hit me by accident)

Pick up the broken arrow and discover a disputed archer in the army over there.

The aim was precise.

In some cases it could have been a direct hit.

They also have excellent archers in the Imperial Army.

When that's what you think, Henry kills the archer with a sniper.

"Ha, there are innocent people"

Henry also states as a matter of course.

Ranged combat was his single-pitch.

A bow made of dragons has an overwhelming range.

When Henry's skill combined there, the entire battlefield was no longer his offensive range.

It is only a threat from the enemy.

(Will I stay active for a bit too)

Think of it that way and eject a spear of anger.

The gliding spear skewered several soldiers together.

The soldier who is sacrificed is eroded and undead by indignation.

The undead thus created began attacking his former companions.

Those who are devoured and killed also rise as undead.

It was an already familiar method of warfare.

Now the Imperial Army soldiers will not be able to approach us easily.

Looking at the proliferating undead, a light-emitting phenomenon occurred in the sky.

It was the lion with the phosphorescent light that emerged from it.

The lion hits the Imperial Army as it raises and lowers its wings.

Tear down the soldier with his nails and chew a thousand with his fangs.

From his mouth, he exhaled the flames of the Red Lotus and burned down the army.

Swords and spears are not even played on the body surface, and magic spreads when it touches phosphorescence.

The lion instantly kills all his soldiers.

The soldiers didn't have room for dust to attack us.

(Those are phantom beasts created by spiritual witchcraft)

I realize who I am at a glance.

On this occasion, there is only one user.

…………

The operator in question - Logan - was concentrating with both hands together.

I have narrowed my sharp eyes further from time to time.

Henry, who stopped shooting, was impressed to see the phantom beast unilaterally slaying the soldier.

"Well, that's what the elves keep. That's outrageous."

"... not for very long. Fold it up quickly."

Logan tells him to groan as he stares at the battlefield.

When I looked closely, I was sweating from all over my face.

The teeth are eaten and tied up all the time.

Maintaining all that phantom beast is a considerable burden.

A few elves would otherwise be able to work together to create a few inferior individuals.

In the first place, Logan specializes in the art of auxiliary systems.

There should have been no fitness for surgery as specialized in attack as a phantom beast.

It would be the pride and willingness of the Elf clan that he used the phantom beast even when he could not do so.

It is the assertion that he is not merely sheltered by the Demon King.

Regardless, it would also be a return of interest to the Empire in an attempt to take home.

"Now it's time to storm. Admiral, do you mind?

Henry, bowed down, asks with a shitty look.

To see that figure, the hoop of reason was about to come off.

There are still signs of a rush.

I make Henry snort.

"Fine. Crush it fully. You can destroy it."

"Ha-ha-ha, isn't that the best order! All right, you guys, let's go. Wow!

The joyful Henry ran out of the lead.

The demons follow it abruptly.

As a result, only a few undead were left in a strange situation.

"... your new buddies are so noisy."

Logan says in a slightly frightened manner.

The lion's phantom beast running around the battlefield disappeared, trying to evaporate.

He seems to have decided that his first role is over.

It's good because I don't have much trouble being forced to fall.

"It sure is noisy. But they're trustworthy."

I groan watching the Imperial Army begin to withdraw.

All kinds of motives and beliefs are those who have decided to serve the Demon King.

They will fight for me until then when they will die.

"Right. Relieved."

…………

I see Logan.

He looks to the Demon King's army ravaging the Imperial Army.

The side was firmly determined and prepared.