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

A few days later.

The invasion of imperial territory by the Demon King's Army remained on track.

It is large that the troops that had been sent to the forest of the world tree were devastated.

That's right. The empire was also scattered with a lack of power.

He wanted to get the World Tree Forest and Elves enough to focus all that effort.

Although their mood is understandable, I don't think they want to help.

The Empire had gathered soldiers from all over to counter the onslaught of the Demon King's Army.

But to the extent that desperate measures also slow down this invasion, the damage itself is minimally contained.

The Demon King's Army was progressing as they turned the body into an undead to increase their fighting power.

The Imperial Army, synonymous with the mighty, specializes in the methods of warfare left to overwhelming numbers, but it doesn't make sense to the Demon King Army.

because we cannot take advantage by number.

The undead, who know no fatigue or pain, will even be cut off from their attacks.

However, these elements are only a range of errors.

The primary cause would be the presence of Grom and Henry on the front line.

There is no force in the Imperial Army that can stop them.

No matter how many measures you try, it's brittle as thin ice against the two executives.

Henry's sniping accurately kills the commander, and where the footsteps of the army have been disrupted, Grom taps into his anger and witchcraft.

It's a simple way to do it, but it's therefore extremely effective.

It is also extremely difficult to deal with.

Even I might attack if I had limited magic to use.

According to regular contact, we are now crossing imperial territory at a slow rate.

They're moving on with caution about the health drain of the subordinates.

It's a very accurate decision.

Nothing. There's no rush for them.

Living like demons and elves, subordination is invaluable.

It would be first and foremost not to let them die rather than to hasten the march.

I kept it well informed from me as well.

In search of greater merit, it is difficult to be executed an impossible operation.

Besides, when it comes to defending the king's capital, I have enough on my own.

What organization can deal with pushing over.

There is no need for the demon army to return in a hurry.

I spend time listening to reports of the war that will be brought about, while doing detailed administrative work and planning for the future.

One day, a large number of humans arrived in front of the King's Capital.

It is not a raid from another country.

Looks like the people we were urging the Lords to deploy have finally arrived.

To see how it goes, I move over and look down at them.

There will be between 20,000 and 30,000 people besieged by the undead.

The majority of men are inflexible, and some of them are mixed with women and children.

I was accompanied by many carriages.

Looks like they have daily items and food on them.

Quite a large area, but easily accepted by the King's Capital.

We have plenty of space at the moment.

Even this tenfold number would allow for immediate acceptance, provided that the food supply is stabilized.

(Well, go say hello)

When they stepped down in front of the people, they were engulfed with surprise and fear.

I don't think anything because it's a reaction I'm used to anymore.

Sacubas, who had responded beforehand, insignificantly withheld behind.

I spoke to people using the magic of loudness.

"Now you will belong to the Demon King's Army. You have no objection?

To a sudden cut out, people are silent.

It was certain that I was not pleased.

There's just no one to talk about it.

It is a wise decision.

I keep talking on administrative terms.

"The present Demon King's Army is engaged with the Imperial Army. So you..."

As we were talking, I sensed signs of approaching from across.

Nothing seems to exist, but the space is subtly skewed.

It would be a technique of perception inhibition that was also applied to the world tree.

I sink according to my instincts.

Something passed overhead.

In the meantime, they successfully avoided the attack.

I grabbed my opponent's body and pulled him down, lightly shocked him from close range.

A blue and white light can be played and the recognition inhibition is lifted.

It was the blackened man who showed up.

"Knock..."

The man groaned, poking out a dagger in his hand.

I flaunt it and crush the hand holding the dagger.

And I grabbed the man's neck and lifted it.

The sacubus that was holding back behind me leads me through a change of blood phase.

"Ma, demon king! Are you all right...... ugh!?

"No problem. More than that, it looks like the assassins were in the midst of the personnel provided"

The man is trying to get out of my hands, but it won't come true.

My strength is enhanced by witchcraft.

It was not something that could be forced to peel with manpower.

As I grabbed the man, I paid attention to the dagger that fell at my feet.

The blade is engraved with the technique of sacred attributes.

It's a weapon of immortality.

It is very expensive and not an easy item for an individual to buy.

I ask the upsetting Sacubus.

"Find out who this man is. Which lord sent you?

"Please wait…"

Sacubus turns the paperwork in his hand.

Upon ascertaining the identity of the man, she reported to me the lord she had sent.

The lord was an early obedient.

I thought it might be a priority to keep you safe, but I didn't expect you to plan something like this.

It was a little unexpected.

Exactly. I can't acquiesce to this.

"I'll be right back"

I tell Sacubus to transfer.

The flying destination is the city of your lord.

We make further transfers from there and break into the Lords' Hall.

He proceeded sideways down the hallway with a servant who slipped through his hips, breaking down the wall and stepping into a room in the back.

There, the lord was indulging the lady in liquor.

The lords and women freeze to the sight of me.

I inquire as I raise the assassin as I grasp.

"Do you recognize this man's face?"

"Huh... Huh!?

The lord is stunned and soon restores his peace.

It was a reaction I knew what was going on.

In other words, you authorized my assassination.

"Right. I understand now."

I indulge in the assassin.

Soon after the assassin screamed, he was burned to ashes by black flames.

I tell my lord as I pay my hand.

"The idea of assassination wasn't bad, but the stuffing was sweet. To this extent, you can't kill me"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The lord raises an unintelligible cry.

I moved him as I dragged him like that back to the waiting king's capital of the people.

Fly over and speak emphatically of the Lord's presence.

"Gentlemen, I want you to see this man. He's the mastermind of the assassination. I just brought him in."

The place was filled with a sense of urgency and silence.

Most people expect it to happen after this.

I'm sure the prediction isn't wrong.

It was my role to respond to that.

"This is what happens to those who turn to the Demon King's Army"

At the same time as I finished saying it, there was an anomaly in the lord.

Blackened from the toe, the spots emerge.

My skin further tore and sprayed mucus, and began to collapse as I bubbled.

That penetrates the whole body.

What I have imposed is a curse of corrosion.

The lord keeps savoring death alive.

The flesh was rotting and dripping down to the ground.

The people watching it scream and lag behind.

Eventually the lord became only bones and clothes.

Going down to the ground and letting go of his hand, the lord moved out on his own.

I run away from the spot making a rubbing sound of my bones.

I felt signs of people breathing.

Like the tragic death of a lord, I am at the end of the road.

It would have been just fine as a show.

I warn them.

"There may still be assassins lurking in this. But don't. I don't sprinkle my life for no reason. If you're confident in your assassination skills, I'll be happy to buy them. I want that power to serve the Demon King's Army. That's all from me."

I was told what I wanted to tell you.

You can leave the later instructions to your subordinates.

Finishing the conversation, I returned to the castle with metastatic magic.