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

Having loaned the materials from the magic workshop, I gather the weapons of the prototype and the magic cannons of the outer walls and transfer them to Wang Du.

It's a place where no one in the castle enters, so there won't be any trouble.

Transfer the materials to match.

Now I have the information I was looking for.

You will also be able to strengthen the Demon King's Army.

I then moved on to a castle in the middle of the capital.

So he kills the aristocrats and emperors of the main warriors.

I knew his face and name with prior information.

Although somewhat resisted, the interpretation is only a range of errors.

There was also no one strong enough to call him a hero.

He may have been killed in battle by previous incursions by the Demon King's Army.

I was basically just waiting at the castle to hear the state of the war, but it seems the ravages took place more than once.

Grom and Henry were in the war, so there's no point in that happening.

It is impossible to confront them unless they are of such a standard.

There will be a take-back on the elimination of the main warriors, but if moderates and neutrals become proportionally larger, there will be no problem.

After that, the policies of the whole country change from one to the next.

In the first place, the present empire is not in a state where wars can be waged against other nations.

Promoting war and aggression in this devastated imperial capital can only be seen as a vanity.

No matter how you fall, you'll grow up for a while.

That is enough.

"If you punished me for this, don't ever go against me again"

Tell that to the missed, and I will go out of the castle.

It's up to them if the threat works.

Fighting the Demon King is not a problem in itself.

However, you can't try to fall into another country in the process.

We will not let human strife provoke.

In the future, the empire can be destroyed if we plan something that is not good.

The remnants of a country that has been fragmented will be swarmed and absorbed by other countries.

In some cases, the development is also viewed.

Still, I don't want to destroy it without darkness, so I just hope it moves according to my ideals.

Whatever it was, this served all our purposes in the Imperial capital.

All we have to do is join the demon king's army waiting in the occupied city and build a new border.

It's not that much of a hassle, though it's some hassle.

Basically, you just have to look at the repeated acts within the kingdom.

With regard to the treatment of the territory taken away, we shall think about it later.

You will be left alone for the time being.

It's troublesome even if they plan an extra rebellion, so maybe we should implement as much as collecting personnel.

While I think about my upcoming plans, I stop the undead roaming around the city at the same time.

The Empire has already done too much damage.

I'm really doomed any more.

I've explored it with sensory magic, and it seems that the majority of those who survive are evacuated to several places in the Imperial capital.

He seems to be hiding in a sturdy building and doing his undead well.

Comparing survival with the number of undead, several percent of the population of the Imperial capital had been sacrificed.

It'll be just fine.

It depends on the way it is done, but a relapse would be possible if we worked with other territories within the Empire.

I try to take the undead back to the king's capital and interrupt it on the verge.

Because I detected the presence of an undead that still kept rumbling.

He's killing those who survived, not listening to orders.

(What the hell are you talking about?

I am unintentionally surprised.

It was a phenomenon that had never happened before.

From this feeling, it is the one who has been undead by my hand that is rampant.

Perhaps domination is not complete.

It is the ego that remains in the individual that resists.

He seems to have such a tough mental power that he can jump my orders.

All I could think of was that.

Anyway, you can't just leave it.

There was no one in Imperial Capital who could just stop the rampant undead.

The soldiers also mostly join the undead.

I rush to the scene with metastatic magic.

That was the fountain square of Teito.

As I grasped in sensory magic, the individual in question is bloody and rampant.

Purple electricity pouring all over Zhu Yi's body armor.

As the greatest feature, there is no top from the neck in its undead.

Knight without a neck - it's Durahan.

Durahan was carrying an axe for salary.

And the neck of a man who missed his escape is pulled from behind.

Grabbing his rolling neck up, he rested in a position that touched his own head.

…………

Durahan suddenly calmed down after gaining his tentative first head.

Stop on the spot and stop the killing.

But as his neck lagged and fell, he roared and moved out again.

Now cut off the neck of the nesting ghoul and lay it down again like its own head.

You weren't convinced, you immediately had a seizure and resumed the killing.

All of this is meaningless behavior.

Besides, he was killing the living and the undead around indiscriminately.

The square is littered with countless necks.

Most of all, I don't care about Durahan's bizarre behavior.

My interest was in the look of it.

For familiar gear, purple electricity that can make noise and play.

Only one person in question comes to mind.

(Definitely. That's Dorda the Thunder Bomber.)

Dorda, who was killed by me, apparently unintentionally undead.

When I slashed my neck off, my temper flowed into my body, which I guess accidentally transformed.

Whatever it was, it wasn't a phenomenon that happened so easily.

In addition to Dorda's own qualities, my aspect as immortal must have been too strong.

It seems to have affected him when he was supposed to die.

Even while I'm guessing, Dorda kills another human being.

And he laid his neck down like his own.

It belongs to a middle-aged man with a mustache.

Somehow similar to Dorda in his lifetime.

I flew a fireball for Dorda.

Dorda waves with an axe in an incredibly agile motion, scratching out the impending fireball.

Thunder magic had been granted to the blade.

A false head turns slowly here.

Waking pale eyes.

He has eyes reminiscent of him in his lifetime.

"neck da... neck,... send cose"

Dorda borrows someone else's mouth and speaks out.

A face that was vain claims anger.

"Nono, neck... where, dual..."

Hearing the words, I understood Dorda's principles of conduct.

He wants his lost neck.

That's why we're taking the other person's neck.

What an annoying and extreme story, but I can't criticize it because the cause is on me.

"Your neck is gone. It doesn't exist anymore."

I tell him.

It's not a provocation, it's a fact.

Dorda's neck was burned to dust by a flame of temper.

No matter how much he searches, he will never find it.

In the meantime, Dorda's entangling purple electricity increased in intensity.

It's a glow that just keeps covering your eyes.

The axe for the salary scale endures the magical flux as it sweeps.

If I take that slaughter, I'm not just sorry.

There was just something to make me feel that way.

Even if you stop being human, the great pirates of the past have a corresponding hegemony.

(- Coming)

The moment I was sure, Dorda ran out.

The movement exceeds the maximum speed of life.

If you haven't improved your motor vision with magic enhancement, you can't really see it through.

With the momentum of the storm, Dorda came under an axe.