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

The damaged golem rises.

A demon cannon that ran out of ammo fell off.

I guess they separated it unnecessarily.

'Ugh... Huh?

As soon as John raised his voice, the golem mellowed.

Even if I had to step on it and not fall down, I was suspicious of the behavior of the ends.

Apparently there's a lag in the magic circulation.

Damage to various locations is causing dysfunction.

Originally, the Golem is structured like a miracle.

I've never seen a weapon so precise.

So it goes broke with a slight deviation.

The more damage, the more pronounced the impact will be.

"Damn......"

The golem stops at the front.

It never struck me as harsh as it had been earlier, it just made me feel better.

Seems to me that it makes no sense to repeat a bad attack.

John, the pilot, is on strong alert.

(The demon cannon ran out of ammo and the rays were able to reflect. Avoidance by metastasis can also be used almost unlimited)

None of Golem's attacks were enough to kill me.

Even if I am inferior in pure force, there is a difference that cannot be overridden by the versatility of my abilities.

There are clear limits to the weapons manufactured.

No matter how ingenious you are, you can't get out of the design framework.

It is the absence of the concept of growth that makes it arguably the ultimate weakness of weapons.

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I let my temper seep out of my body and complement my melted flank and one arm.

The repair area became a woody texture rather than bone, but there were no minor problems.

I was able to move my hands without precipitation.

At least I'll have it until I finish this fight.

In the meantime, Golem was watching me.

I keep a moderate amount of time so I can shoot light at any time.

I've dealt with it like it breaks my heart, but it looks like I'm still going to fight.

Among the disadvantages, John hasn't given up winning.

Instead, he regained his calm and was exploring the thread of reversal.

Flipping from fierce, he is no longer speaking.

By hunting him down mentally, he said he was going to make him lose his temper to resist, but he rejected it and aroused it.

John is surprisingly obsessive.

Since then, my masterhood has kept me without being superficial.

The bumpness and bad giving up around here may be considered a heroic temperament.

At a time when I am single and challenging the Demon King, I am the bearer of extraordinary gall power.

(That's why I can't be alarmed. if we don't keep going steadfastly)

As things stand, what I should have done was limited.

First destroy the giant golem and take the built-in secret stone.

And kill John Doe.

The conversation so far turned out to be impossible to reconcile with him.

I can't pull through to the Demon King Army.

Let it live, I say, and it will cause trouble again.

We couldn't leave his ideas and technical skills alone.

Though John is being driven into distress today, inadvertent approaching is forbidden.

My greatest fear was to bathe the power of the Great Spirit from close range.

The Golem still maintains a high output.

Even the soul may be damaged if the entire body is wiped out by light or similar attacks.

That was more dangerous than an attack of poor sacred attributes because it involved my resurrection.

So we must definitely disable the Golem with a ranged attack, make it impossible to fight back, and then take away the secret stone.

When I made the policy, I just exercised my technique.

A golem reacted to it, turning both hands this way.

But I don't shoot rays.

They're still wary of reflexes.

A series of damages had cautiously judged John.

Therefore I can build my art with dignity.

I spread my consciousness across the capital.

I sensed bodies scattered everywhere in the process.

Various bodies are found, such as those devoured by the undead, those crushed by rubble, those burned to death by the rays of the Golem, and those who lost their lives in battle.

synthesized them with the power of the valley of the dead.

The roaming undead is then mixed together.

I summoned the synthetic to me.

Soon a creepy chunk of meat crawled over the rubble and appeared.

It's potato-like. It gathers from all over and piles up in front of a lagging golem.

A huge amount of blood and bone joined together with the sticky sound.

"Hey, what's this..."

Between John's flashes, the meat mass formed with a giant human form.

It looks like a red mud doll, big enough to shoulder to shoulder with the golem.

On the surface, someone's face, hands and feet, etc. were raised and sunk.

Contains resentment, spirits and intense enthusiasm all over the capital in the finishing touches in a meat-hunk giant.

This transformed the meat-hunk giant into an undead wrapped in black flames all over his body.

An alien that cannot be achieved in normal sorcery - it is a Necromancer giant that only the Demon King can produce.

Standing in the universe, I tell you toward the golem that remains solidified.

"Many of these include those who were killed by you. You should taste their hatred."

At the same time as I finished saying it, the Necromancer giant ran out drooling blood.

He jumps to the golem in a beastly motion.

"Son of a... Huh!

The golem emits instant light.

The Necromancer giant went straight ahead inevitably.

Even with holes in several parts of the torso, he punches the golem without slowing it down.

"Grr!?

The golem rolled over the rubble.

He manages to stop even as he triumphs down the building that was still safe.

The beaten abdomen was dented and sparks scattered.

The Necromancer Titan is a collection of corpses, not organisms.

So there is no steeple or anything.

Every part of the body consists of bones and muscles, burning resentment and spirits with anger to convert them into strength.

By its very nature, it had gained just enough combat ability to exist for only a short time, but to be able to counter the Golem.

The Necromancer Giant becomes a horse rider by pressing on the Golem.

That's how he struck up his fist, with fierce momentum.

It's a physical attack with tremendous force.

The imperfect Golem's defensive magic was instantly broken through.

Heavy mass fists destroy metal bodies one after the other.

The exposed internal mechanism was continuously exploding.

Automatic repairs can't be done in time, and I guess we don't have enough spare parts in the first place.

Let go of me. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

John exclaimed, firing rays of light from Golem's fingers.

The Necromancer Titans are quickly shot through, but soon the flesh will sweep and the hole will be blocked.

Fist streak never stops.

The ground beneath the golem sinks in the aftermath of the blow.

"Shit, shit, shit! Why are you doing this?

Golem's arm protruded and pierced the torso of the Necromancer giant.

Regardless, the attack will not stop.

On the contrary, the meat becomes entangled in the fist of the golem and cannot be pulled through.

John had lost his normal mind.

That's right, he's also upset by unexpected attacks.

The Necromancer took away the psychological advantage of the size of the golem.

That's when the head of the Necromancer giant was torn.

It wasn't damaged by some kind of attack.

It was deployed spontaneously.

A sad growl emanates from it.

"- Huh."

Both hands of the Necromancer giant grabbed the head of the Golem.

Keep pulling at your disposal and pull a thousand pieces.

The head of the metal was compressed by a sliding finger and pulverized by fine wood dust.