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

I observe John showing up.

The wearable golem that wrapped him was illuminating the light of magic.

They're already starting to run.

I feel a secret stone reaction from the box on my back.

(I don't know. I didn't know you were hiding further measures)

Even if I admire John's proximity, it would just stop here.

Seriously, it seems that fortified armor is the last fort.

Nor is that the weapon of destiny.

It was only a close substitute for evil.

I descend.

When I landed in the position where I looked at John, I quietly set up a sword of sight.

I'm not moving from here.

There was no rush.

"Demon King!

Driven by deviant emotions, John rushes toward us.

He shed the magic of holy attributes on both hands, forming a wide range of blades.

I jump in with that up.

"Ha!"

John pulls the blade of both hands and tries to stick it out towards this one.

Before that I waved my sword on the horizontal line.

The slashed blade of magic scatters lightly.

(The movement is monotonous. too much offense)

I could see you were aiming for a one-shot special.

I guess John realized he can't win a battle that relies on skill.

That's why I'm only a bad hand at making a big mess of stand-ups, but I'm not kind enough to teach you that.

He's in too much of a hurry, pushing himself down the path of self-destruction.

I contracted my magic in one hand.

Strike it as a shockwave into John's torso.

"but ahhh..."

John with his eyes open blows away.

He reached on his way down the ground and stood up hard and succeeded.

And exhale blood abominably.

Reinforced armor had damaged chest and abdomen.

The area is brittle and peels off.

Clothes wet in sweat and blood were exposed.

"Give it up. You can't beat me"

"Shut up, Yeh!

An exasperating John unleashes the cannon.

You tried to point that at me.

"No use."

I emerged in front of John with a short-range metastasis.

Cut off the cannon before it was fired and burst the palm bottom on his face.

John turns back a lot of momentum.

The shock broke my helmet and flew off.

The neck could not be cut a thousand times, probably because the protections of the reinforced armor were working.

"Uh-oh!"

Screaming John rolls out a lavish spinning kick.

I stopped it with one arm.

I don't care if my temper arm crushes, I'll kill John.

".................. ahh"

Backward John strokes his own body.

My torso was torn diagonally.

The wound would be breaking ribs and damaging the gut.

Soon blood will overflow.

"Fuck, fuck."

Panicking John slurps the box on his back.

Then the reinforced armor glowed and covered the wound.

When the light goes out, the bleeding heals and the wound is blocked.

It's healing magic.

I guess I diverted the magic supplied.

Suicide, such as using the power of the Spirit as it is, but I couldn't afford to hesitate with John now.

If I was lost, I would have died of a lot of bleeding.

He must have had to rely on it too.

I point out to John the Rough Breathing when I complement the damaged arm with a grudge.

"You're the main character. Didn't I?"

…………

John doesn't answer, he just stares at me.

There was a fighting spirit rolling in there.

Burning in the heart of righteousness.

Shortly after, John hit me.

I take my fist and attract it.

And he had an elbow punch in John's face when he fell ill.

"-"

John sprays his nosebleed, but he stomps and rolls his head out.

His forehead crashed into my nose and upper jaw.

The sound of a broken bone rings.

(Big guts)

When I grab John's face up, I leave it to the momentum to slap him to the ground.

John groans as he paints on his blood reflexes.

"Gu... Ugh..."

John follows my leg.

The face full of dirt was in tears.

However, the will of war has not disappeared even fine dust.

John sticks his knife against me.

A trembling blade tip was eating into the bone, albeit slightly.

The sound of burning would be due to the fact that the sacred attribute is granted.

I kick John in the ass.

He leaned back irresistibly.

They can't help trying to get up, and they're scratching the soil vainly.

…………

Looking down like that, I exercise witchcraft.

The soil protruded behind John, becoming a cross about his height.

Go on, stretch out the chains of magic and tie him up there.

John in captivity is desperate.

But neither the cross nor the chain breaks.

mischievously his strength was only taken away.

"Damn, how could I - like, no... no, I am! I was supposed to hunt him down! If the robot adjustment isn't sweet - no. Really, what can I do..."

John summons aloud as he shakes his face.

Completely confusing.

I don't have the same look for a moment.

The content of the statement was also disjointed and very incomprehensible.

(The two intrinsic personalities at best...?

The endangerment of life may have upset some equilibrium.

It just seemed like it.

"I need to get home soon... TV, the shows I watch every week, but - I don't know, I don't... it's funny. I'm recording tonight... Yes, from..."

John keeps squealing in the wrong direction.

Those eyes seemed to look somewhere that wasn't here.

The agony that seeped into my face until earlier is fading.

"John Doe"

When he walks over and speaks up, he becomes a true face.

He was also looking at me with a good eye focus.

It seems to have returned to reality.

"What... are you going to kill me? Try it! Our technology is innovative! Are you going to crush that possibility?

John barked with his eyes running blood.

Tied to the cross, yet he diligently insists on his own worth.

The opinion was not wrong.

An inventor named John Doe is a branch in history.

I ask him as I point around.

"You don't think anything of this city? Everything is destroyed. It's the result of a leap in technology."

"That's because you've invaded! We didn't mean to destroy the city! It's all the responsibility of the Demon King's army that we..."

Wave your sword to block his words.

As soon as that happened, John stiffened.

A twitchy red line emerges around his neck, from which there is blood.

The light is lost from John's eyes.

Slowly drooling his neck, he stopped moving.

I shake off the blood on my sword.

Glimpse of the cross stained with blood and tell John.

"That's right. All responsibility rests with me. You should resent it fully. But I killed you."

No matter how noble thoughts and claims he had, he needed the power to accompany it.

It doesn't make sense that you only have a mouth to line up beautiful things.

Sure, I'm the worst demon king ever, but I had enough violence to push my purpose through.

It is a power that does not yield to anyone and overshadows even fate.

That was the difference from the humans we have slaughtered so far.

That's when the edge of my vision starts to brighten.

From far away, the morning sun was about to show its face.

The dawn has come.

Glimpsing the corpse of a sunlit cross, I put the Sword of Shapes in my sheath.