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

Before we do that, we must first sweep away the Demonic Qiao Army in front of the building.

I have trouble leaving you out of the way in the future.

Even in the sense of saying no to worries, they'd better end it.

I don't even take the time, so I'm going to smash it all at once.

I began to exercise my magic.

Mix your temper in there and make sure that you can stay put.

A pitch-black sphere was generated over the head of the Magic Army.

That whirls and increases density.

The golems, tanks, etc. were compressed with unparalleled force.

A regular person would just get close and his flesh would decay and become undead.

Sooner or later, the Demonic Quorum Army noticed something strange.

The first move was the golem.

attempt to destroy the sphere by means of a finger cannon.

The released bullet hits the sphere, but is taken inside and disappears.

It just ripples on the surface and has no significant effect.

It was like dropping pebbles on a lake.

The tank starts moving simultaneously because it cannot be shelled due to distance.

However, the shelling itself is unlikely to make it, as it seems to be hitting each other right and left.

The soldier in the strange armor had changed his blood phase and was evading.

Only the Golem continues to attack without moving the scene.

The only reason is because we don't have a pilot.

I believe that even if it is destroyed, it does not directly lead to the death of the operator.

(Sweet idea though...)

I activate magic while watching a golem that uses artillery for swallowing.

The sphere burst, turning into a black turbulence and overflowing the ground.

The golems are swallowed up without the art of exchanging before a massive temper.

I couldn't see it while flooding and putting up white smoke.

Tanks are similarly pushed away by turbulence.

You were in a hurry for that sight, multiple cannons activated.

The light emitted wears a nearby building and an unlucky soldier takes a direct hit and disappears.

The rolling chariot was melting away in disgust.

Meanwhile, the soldiers jump.

He landed on the roof in a slight outward motion to escape turbulence.

Everyone is pale in the face, staring at the turbulence ravaging under their eyes.

"... Hmm"

I keep an eye on that figure.

It was a physical condition that could not be explained by physical strengthening alone.

Apparently, that strange armor has a setup.

The soldier's wrapped armor had a strange shape.

It's bigger than the average thing and has a box on its back.

Magic was circulating inside the armor and the box.

It's quite an output, converted by a regular magician, for about two.

Considering the amount you can exert personally would be considerable.

Using that magic, the armor seems to improve the wearer's physical abilities.

That is why we can move lightly.

Apparently, that armor was also a form of weapon.

The box on your back is filled with fueled magic.

A surgical ceremony was also planted to control the armor.

Is it a subspecies of the Golem to see the surgical ceremony from the pedigree?

He wears small golems all over his armor to aid the soldiers in their movements.

(Interesting. It's not in the material I've ever gotten. Is that your own new weapon?

It's completely separate from conventional armor.

Overwhelmingly agile when compared to tanks and golems.

Soldiers wear it directly, which makes them highly skilled in melee combat.

It would be more capable of dealing with a variety of situations than other weapons.

Excellent overall strength and versatility.

"It's an awesome invention. John Doe sounds like a real genius."

"If you're complimenting me? Coming."

Honestly impressed, Logan raises a warning voice.

Soldiers evading the black turbulence were approaching us to convey the roof.

Looks like you just noticed our presence.

Their artillery was equipped with a magic blade at the tip.

Holy attributes are firmly granted.

It's a weapon that combines melee attacks.

(Quite the gear, but the prospects are still sweet)

Having so decided, I exercise my curse and manipulate the turbulence that immerses the ground.

Lifting the turbulence in its entirety, it exploded over it.

The splashy temper rains and pours.

"Ugh, what is it!?

"Ahhh! Eyes ahhhhhhh!?

"Hi-hi, okay? No, I don't want to! Who!"

The soldiers who bathe in it stall.

They rolled around on the roof, smothered and transformed into ghouls.

Heavy rainfall soon ended, but all soldiers attempting to approach had been wiped out.

Everyone and he are equally turned into ghouls.

Only Logan, whom I protected by witchcraft, was safe.

The downpoured air evaporates and extinguishes.

The soldiers were handsome but brittle.

Because he was too specialized in mobility, he had no defense against witchcraft.

That doesn't make sense.

When someone like me who could use witchcraft without chanting was his opponent, it only became dressed up.

There was a groan from a nearby building.

It was the undead in the robe that slipped off the window.

That goes on and on about ten people appear.

They took a slow walk and left somewhere.

The undead today are the sorcerers who manipulated the Golem.

They were indoors and, of course, they haven't been in a shower of anger.

When I said why it was transformed like that, it was caused by the golem caught in the first turbulence.

Being able to remotely manipulate the golem means there is a magical connection.

By tracing it, it is possible to attack an otherwise impossible operator.

I interfered with turbulently swallowed golems and took the initiative of the manipulation ceremony.

And he refluxed his temper, and brought modulation to the surgeon.

It would have been just an unexpected event for them to have been sure of their safety.

As for Qi, he routinely repeated his exercises so that he could manipulate them freely.

Doing so will make the surgery more diverse.

Now that any technique that was not feasible in my lifetime can be used, I have no hand in not taking advantage of it.

Logan sighs in sight of the tragedy around him.

"Tell me when you're going to use the temper technique. It's bad for the heart."

"... do good"

I answered a few moments apart.

Unfortunately, there are times in battle when such care cannot be taken, so we cannot make a commitment.

Most importantly, Logan wasn't seriously complaining either.

He was trying to protect himself by letting me develop the technique before I protected him.

I was wondering what I was going to do next because we had been dating for so long.

As we descend from the roof, we go in front of the huge building.

There is no such thing as a magic army appearing from inside.

According to sensory witchcraft, there seemed to be quite a few.

You realize it doesn't make sense where you headed for the interception, you're quiet by the unnatural.

I pay attention to the entrance to the building.

It's sealed off by sorcery, but there's no sign of a trap.

You'll be able to destroy it in one hassle.

If you only steal a secret stone, you can also use extravagant means, but that doesn't make the dialogue with John Doe a reality.

The risk of damage to the secret stone is also considered.

It was necessary to identify him from the signs in the building and proceed safely and peacefully.

When I thought so and tried to put my hand on the door, an odd murmur rang.

I stop my hand and explore the source of the sound.

Magic props were installed next to the door.

I hear the murmur is coming from there.

The murmur that keeps ringing becomes clearer and clearer.

I eventually realized that was my voice.

"... ma, suka. Can you hear me...... '

I heard a man conceived of nervousness.

It has a hard tone and is a voice that peeps at this one.

Logan and I looked at each other, and I responded accordingly.

"I hear you. Who is it?"

"My name is John Doe."

The Lord of the Voice answered, seeping in some hesitation.