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

"Who are you? This city is supposed to be sealed off at the junction, but how did you break in?"

The girl says in surprise.

It was a tone of clear contempt for this one.

The other sceptre kingdoms are wary so that magic can be released at any time.

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I secretly exercise sensory witchcraft to explore the situation throughout the city.

On the other hand, I decided to respond to the conversation as a time buyer.

"... who are you?"

"Me? My name is Machia Lynn Meady. Tortier. Virgin, may I tell you something? It's your job to kill a filthy undead like you."

Virgin Machia speaks in a confident tone.

Her words will be true.

The sacred spirit overflowing from the luxurious body boasts an unusual concentration.

I was uncomfortable just looking directly at that brilliance, and if I had eyes, I might have been burned.

Just get close to Machia and Ghoul and Skeleton will be purified without question.

The power of purification deployed around this city is apparently caused by her.

Instead of massive ritual witchcraft, it's not even holy witchcraft.

Machia is naturally exasperated and all that holiness in order to see an easy-going mood.

There is no magical drain.

I'm not just a person.

It haunts a more powerful holy spirit than I've ever seen.

That's what comes close to being in mythology.

(Virgin Machia Lynn Meeditortia. I know its name)

He is a symbolic figure of the Holy Cane Nation in this era.

Pre-information says it's a political puppet, with little real power.

Though a user of holy magic, that skill should have been crowded.

There has been some transformation in Machia today.

"Answer my question, too. Who are you?

Re-conscious with inquiries from Machia.

I answer with dignity.

"I am the Demon King"

"What, is that true? You're poorer than I thought. Doesn't the undead look better sleeping on the side? He fought so hard. Thanks to you, I got away with it."

Machia talks like a mockery.

Are you trying to provoke this one to lack calm?

Or maybe it's simply bad character.

Whatever it is, it would be a bad idea to react to her words.

I expand the effective range of sensory witchcraft in the meantime.

That led to the discovery of interceptors, starting with Henry.

They are lurking in the city.

It's a little far from here.

The number had decreased considerably and the signs were oddly rare.

It seems that the accompanying elves are misleading their whereabouts with covert lineage sorcery.

Probably because they can't be found in the Cane Nation.

It's a good decision as it stands.

"Fair enough. Will you just die? I think it's time for a break."

Machia, who sighed, waves gently.

Then her underfoot glowed and a dozen chains stretched out of it.

The chain twitches like a beast in a quick act, coming at me in a straight line.

I didn't move off the spot, breaking looming chains one after another.

Not as fast as I can catch up with that guy's swordsmanship.

Instantly destroy all chains.

Machia applauded the swallowing as she watched a series of sights.

"Wow. I can't believe you're intact in this attack, that's the Demon King."

"Virgin Machia. What is the root of your power?"

"Oh, you mean sacred magic? About ten days ago, you suddenly mastered it. Thanks to you, your status will be elevated at once. There was no trigger, so it might be a gift for me."

Makia reveals herself lightly.

She called it sacred sorcery, not sacred sorcery.

Indeed, her power is too powerful to call it holy sorcery.

Seems to think of it separately from the existing technique.

If you believe what Machia told you, she took holy magic after a sudden awakening.

She doesn't know what caused it herself.

What an unnatural story.

Normally, I would doubt the possibility of lying.

But I knew something similar.

In other words, he is a modern brave man.

The youth suddenly mastered the power of the Holy Sword, backed by the world.

Until then, a soldier slaughtered the army of the undead alone.

It is an event that I think may be of some sort.

Virgin Machia was chosen as the savior of the world.

Considering that it was prepared to destroy the immortal Demon King, the inexplicable also fits.

I'm also convinced that she suddenly gained a great deal of power and that this is not the only compatible thing with her abilities.

Being to defeat me, it's decided in their favor over there.

"Anyway, just die. How dare you put a foil on my name?

"If you can do it, do it. I will kill you."

I point the cutting edge of my sword at Machia.

Machia laughed with her nose and her underfoot began to glow simultaneously.

Soon countless chains will emerge.

"Oh, don't say that in this situation. Yeah, it is."

Machia waves both arms.

A large number of chains were ejected along with it.

Countless chains push over like turbulence.

(... the murder of the Virgin is second to none)

If we fight here, we can't save those who can, either.

I broke the restraint on the chain that stops the grom from sewing and transferred him in charge.

The destination is a corner of the city, far from the Holy Staff Army.

There were bodies scattered around.

An unarmed person.

Those who lived in the city.

The body shows signs of being killed with a spear or sword.

Must be by the Holy Cane Army.

I felt angry, but now I even wasted that time.

Grom, are you okay?

I slap Grom on the shoulder with my voice.

The bones on the cracked cowhead do not respond.

Trying to speak again, a small flame lit up in one eye.

I feel a gaze from it.

"Ma, ma, ma... if, so... yes, ma, can't..."

Understanding the situation, Grom first uttered words of apology.

He is deeply reflecting, even though he says he is cut off weak.

I shake my head to the side.

"They were bad. You have nothing to lose. I'm sorry I'm late."

Had it been quicker, it wouldn't have gotten so bad.

It would be my responsibility, for one thing.

"I'll take care of the rest. Focus on recovery."

I will tell you all about it and forward Grom to the King's Capital.

I'll leave the rest to Luciana.

Grom is dying, but it's not too late.

If only we could get out of this purifying space, we would start to gradually recover.

Then I moved on to the Interceptor Army.

The building collapsed into a rubble zone, so Henry emerges from a gap in the waste material.

"Hey, Admiral... you're here"

Henry was injured on one leg and was also dragging on as he walked.

There are no other noticeable injuries.

Can you move?

"Damn, here we go. They took refuge in my men. I turned the grill, too."

Henry beats one leg and laughs bitterly.

Less self-derision was mixed.

He's stunned by his actions.

But soon after laughing, Henry gets a serious look.

He pointed to the surrounding debris zone.

According to sensory witchcraft, there are numerous living reactions lurking.

"Undead's subordination has almost been wiped out, but the demons and elves are still there. Scattered and hidden nearby, but the Admiral would know that, wouldn't he? If we treat the wounded, we'll make it."

"Well done. You're an excellent commander."

"Ha, that's a delightful assessment. When you get home, have a drink with me."

Henry raises his hand laughing.

Tilting his neck to the mysterious trick, he was prompted to imitate.

In his wonderfully raised hands, Henry meets his own.

It didn't sound good because I'm a bone.

(Is that some kind of signal?

I don't remember deciding on such a code.

I wasn't sure.

"... well, fine. Sounds like a general."

Henry shrugs his shoulder because of my faint reaction.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem to meet his expectations.

While I am sorry, I have forwarded the Interceptors together.

Ask them to focus on treatment in the Wang capital as well.

I'm going to beg Henry to explain the motion of holding hands after I return.

(before that, finish what you have to do)

Resolved I used metamorphotic magic and returned to the Virgin Machia and the Holy Staff Army.