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

The black great tree continues to grow with a twinkle.

It is the magic of the giant Golem that nourishes it.

It inhibits the flow of magic circulating by overwhelming absorption, resulting in poor golem movement.

"You're a licking imitator...!

Golem pointed the rays of his fingers at the great tree.

The rays only scrape the surface of the trunk and do not lead to cutting.

Much of the magic is being squandered on the trees, which weakens the momentum.

Still, by carefully projecting it, I manage to cut it off.

The great tree, which has lost its support, leans as it tears wide apart.

Peeled off the head of the golem according to gravity.

But the rest of it begins to grow again.

It's deeply rooted throughout the head, and even cutting it doesn't make sense.

It would be difficult to pull through all the roots without having to.

"Damn it! What's going on?

When John exhaled his evil state, he separated the destroyed head of the golem.

When he makes a roar and falls to the ground, he is immediately rusted by his curiosity.

The loss of the supply of magic also withered the impatience that was about to grow and disappeared.

A metal plate cuts out of the cross section of the lost golem.

It assembled automatically, forming a box shaped boneless head.

Apparently, the golem has built-in spare parts and is able to repair damaged areas.

The shape differs from the first would be to make it compatible with other areas.

It is thought to be able to fix it with the same parts wherever it breaks.

It is only close to first aid and is not a complete restoration.

Still, it would be groundbreaking to be able to repair it during battle.

A blue light lights up the box shaped head.

Obviously I was staring at this one.

With no more absorption by the Great Tree, the Golem seems to have been revived.

"Damn demon king... you will definitely kill me!

The rays of the golem and the shells were activated, along with the exasperating voice of John.

Weapons mounted all over my body strip me of my teeth.

(You lack calm. I have no idea how to attack)

Do not take evasive action, I nestle in the hollow.

If you avoid too much, the damage to the city will increase.

As things stand, we are not going to destroy this capital.

Above all, we don't have to bother avoiding it.

In response to the looming rays, I strike down an irritating fire and offset it.

The rebellious nature played a role.

I am also confident in the amount of magic I have, so I don't have to worry about being pushed in in an instant.

In addition, Golem's enclosed magic power had been analyzed.

It is easy to adjust so that it can be successfully offset.

Then a dozen shells flew in.

I deploy defensive magic forward.

Thousands of specialty barriers.

The shells were slowing down every time they wore barriers, even as they pushed forward with momentum.

The finesse of surgical destruction is wearing off.

I'm adjusting the barrier so that's what happens.

Where all the barriers had been broken, a net of magic was deployed.

Take hold of the shells without leaving them and use the elasticity to bounce back.

"Become!?

John was stunned and put up both arms of the golem.

A shell bursts through defensive witchcraft.

The explosion plunged the steel forearm and the impact disfigured the Golem.

lagging back as we roll through the sea of debris.

"Hmm."

I confirm the damage to the golem.

Both arms that had been shelled were spraying sparks.

Something's wrong with my fingers.

The operating mechanism must have broken.

Human beings fall under the category of nerves.

It was not a part that could be repaired by replacing parts.

"You're gonna do it... I just had a little fun."

"Right."

During the exchange I notice a change in the golem.

Golem's demon cannon was deactivated.

Probably out of ammo.

Unlike tank cannons derived from magic, demon cannons need physical ammunition.

I guess I lost what I loaded.

Since then, Golem's long-range arming has been limited to light rays.

It appears that no other weapon is equipped.

I just couldn't seem to afford to enrich the area.

I can also say I don't need it in the first place.

Given the performance of the Golem, a demon and tank cannon would have been enough.

Normal enemies can attack from outside the opponent's range and complete it.

Melee attacks are also struck by steel giants.

I guess it is unthinkable that it will be a long-term battle, as it is today.

It must be originally a weapon to fold all at once in a short-term showdown.

Weaknesses around here should also be overcome if the improvements proceed, but I did not allow it.

I'm glad I discovered it at this time of year.

If further development had been under way, it would have forced more struggles than it is now.

The magnitude of the damage could also have increased by multiplying it.

'You, how magical... shouldn't it be strange to be so depleted?

"That's our dialogue."

'Ha, you don't seem willing to take it seriously...... ha!

Golem walks bent.

Along the way, when I eagled the rubble, he threw it at me.

(I see. That's how it came)

The debris released through the rigid arms became a mass weapon with considerable destructive power.

It would be more powerful than lousy grand magic.

But what is being interpreted is an attack carried out in misery.

It's not as difficult to deal with as it is.

I sprayed them with wind magic.

The rain of debris passes right by.

Not a single thing was hit.

- There's a gap!

John's voice like a winner.

Immediately after, polar rays were emitted from the torso of the Golem.

The rubble was a trap to distract me from consciousness, and it seems that this was my destiny.

"Sweet"

I generate mirror-like barriers and receive light.

Then the rays refluxed and went straight back to the torso of the golem.

'Whoa!?

Golem dodges as he flips himself.

The torso cannon is melted by the rays plundered, and the right shoulder is choosen and the arm is detached.

Major damage, but the damage was kept to a minimum by aggressive motion.

Had the rays been direct, there would have been a big hole in the torso.

John, the manipulator, would have extinguished the coal and only the secret stone that would have withstood the output of the light should have remained.

The golem kneels on one knee to shelter the damaged right shoulder.

A metal plate appeared from the cross section and welding was carried out.

Shoulder damage was blocked after a short time.

It looks slightly unnatural, but it doesn't seem like a major obstacle to movement.

The blue eyes on the box head stare up at me.

'Holy shit... what did you do!?

"It's a curse for reflexes. Analyzing the Golem's magic made it usable."

I answer honestly because it is not information that should be kept secret.

He wanted to use it to match Golem's full blow, but the prospects seemed to work.

Although it would have been nice if the battle had been decided by the current reflexes, I wouldn't even be that greedy.

One more thing, it didn't make any difference that I was able to crush John's bills.

Now he can't use the light in a detour.

That psychological burden would be enormous.

A situation in which measures are gradually sealed surely cuts off hope.

If I've seen the light so many times, I can figure out how to deal with it, even if I don't like it.

Even when I became an ugly immortal, I was a wise man.

This much artistry can be done in one hassle.

In my life I have fought against those who are proud of their mighty power.

There's only enough to really count, such as the fact that the situation was favorable.

I intend to be aware of the battle against the superior.