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

"All of a sudden he disappeared, so I thought he'd run. Looks like you're not that much of a coward. You let your people get away with it, didn't you?

Acknowledging my appearance, Machia sighs with her hands on her hips.

I could see better looking down on this one in the distance as well.

They want to insult me everywhere.

He doesn't seem very interested in my subordination.

I guess the Demon King crusade is the top priority in her.

Others think it's okay to stay behind.

…………

I stand silently with a sword of vision.

Machia and I were still quite a distance away.

To such an extent as whether the bow hits or not.

Most of all, distance doesn't matter to me.

It depended on how I did it.

"Heh, you ignore it. You're crazy about undead habits."

Machia releases herself to killing.

Seems rather short minded to observe from a frustrating tone.

She leans her wand towards me.

Preliminary motion of sacred magic.

I can never be alarmed.

"I'll have an outdated demon king die. Whatever you've built, I'll break it and take it from you. Get ready, huh?

"If you hold me back, I will not forgive you."

I pronounce without roughing up my voice.

It was a word directed at the whole Holy Cane army.

You can't miss their outrage.

As it were, the Holy Wand army would deploy a massacre in Demon King territory.

There will be a lot of sacrifices.

I chose the path of becoming the enemy of the world.

I am also prepared for damage to my own army during the battle.

But it cannot be seen that helpless people are killed without meaning.

It is the duty of the Demon King to protect them more than he has shown obedience.

The Cane Army destroys it here.

"Ha, die like no other."

Machia hoisted her wand as she rang her nose.

Her magic increases, and chains of light appear massively in the air.

That number will go up to hundreds.

I keep an eye out for a series of surgical and magical movements.

I understood the approximate mechanism.

"- I see."

Immediately after, a chain of light was ejected.

Furious momentum looms as we crush the buildings on the track.

I walked into a nearby building.

At that time, the magic of the hidden system is combined and exercised, disabling sensation by magic or anger.

Jump indoors as you break through the door.

Multiple bodies were left indoors.

Is it the landlord?

This must have been put in the hands of the Holy Staff Army, too.

As I was observing the body, the wall exploded with the roar.

The chains of light are avalanche indoors.

(It's a lot of power. If you hit it, it's going to be easily shredded)

I travel with the Sword of Shape.

Moved straight to another adjacent building.

Then the subsequent chains, bending the orbit, strike.

(Do you automatically track the target?)

You can't tell where I am from Machia because it's a dead end in the building.

Nor can it be sensed by covert magic.

And yet the chains of light attack me precisely.

That is, it must be the art of tracking the subject.

Very high-performance sorcery.

Normal attack witchcraft is visually targeted.

There is also a tracking formula, in which case the subject needed some kind of marking.

This chain of light is after me without going through it.

It's just called sacred witchcraft, and they're different in nature from concurrent witchcraft.

(In the meantime, you shouldn't stop)

I jumped and moved upstairs in another building.

Jump to yet another building while destroying an impending chain.

You don't use metastatic magic because you care about magic drain.

This space is tough on the undead.

Always forced to wear out.

He was also devoting his magic to physical protection.

Normally, we should still be able to afford this, but the influence of being within this city still doesn't make it any better.

It is forcing a significant weakening.

It also seemed temporarily disconnected from the valley of the dead.

(You're in such a situation against me that I think you're joking about something)

I don't even feel angry when the conditions are beautifully in place so far.

Aware of how the world hates you.

Virgin Machia was born precisely to destroy the modern demon king.

That's why I never give up.

It is my duty to overturn this fate.

By the time Machia knocks you down, the world will be back on track.

Until the time the next Demon King is born, a barren battle between humans begins.

Above all, the enormous damage I have caused will be in vain.

The significance of the repeated and outrageous killings that have been carried out thoroughly by evil is lost.

That's all we have to stop.

Over many chains of light, I jump to the next building.

A part of the wall was cut with a sword and broke into the room to roll as it was.

Inside, there were soldiers of the Holy Staff Army.

The number is four, and they sit on the floor with their legs together.

Concentrating and exercising the technique.

"Huh... Huh!?

"Huh?

When they notice my intrusion, the soldiers panic.

They immediately tried to take the wand.

Before that I flash the Sword of Shapes.

Four soldiers' necks slipped off and a blood splash dyed the indoors.

It also comes down to me.

The soldiers who lost their necks collapsed at the same time.

I wouldn't have had time to feel the pain.

It is at least a pity.

These soldiers won't let them undead.

I am full of holiness in the city today.

It doesn't even shield me where I've increased my distribution, it just drains for no reason.

I shake off the blood attached to the blade and lean my consciousness towards the surrounding situation.

It was wrapped in spooky silence.

(The chain doesn't come. escaped out of range)

Or did you assume that even if you used it without darkness, it would just be intercepted?

Either way, thanks because this is how I can stop my hand.

It's the nerves that keep destroying all those dense chains.

I give in, I touch the soldiers who fall in front of me.

The body had a magical engraving on it.

All four are engraved with the same thing.

"... is it still true"

Through a series of events I grasped how Machia's powers worked.

First of all, her sacred magic is real.

That potency in itself is a substitute obtained as the Virgin.

It would be a pure force without any falsehood.

Except for magic.

Machia is collecting magic from soldiers of the Holy Staff Army who are in the city.

It emits chains of light with the magic it gathers.

It's extremely difficult to serialize all that technique personally.

It would not be possible without some source of supply as to how privileged the body is.

In Machia's case, it seems that was the Holy Cane Army itself.

By aligning the numbers, we are solving the problem of magic consumption.

(For example, measures are easy)

To sharpen her power, the first prerequisite is to reduce the number of soldiers.

Some hands attack directly with massive sorcery, as usual, but that one will be gone if prevented.

As things stand, I was forced to be unfavourable in various ways.

It doesn't taste good to overconfidently hit cheap hands with your own abilities.

We need to be complete and hunt them down by reliable means.

"... an authentic but tragic way"

In a scattered room of corpses I mock myself.

It was the first time I had fought so muddy and brutal since I became the Demon King.

This may have been the evil I seek.

(I just have to do it anyway)

In preparation for the battle against Machia, the magic consumption is suppressed.

Limit yourself to physical protection and enhancement, secrecy, and sensing without using the magic of the attack system.

Though considerable resistance is expected from the other side, they just have to be twisted down.

I have that man's sword moves.

There is no such thing as an enemy.

- I walked out quietly to slaughter and kill tens of thousands of soldiers led by the Virgin.