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

I took Jura to the southern city of Demon King's Land.

Screaming and angry choruses were woven in the city.

People are fleeing, and firehands are rising from houses everywhere.

Around it are enlarged orgasms and reservoirs.

A high concentration of magic is discoloring the flesh.

He was doing all he could to destroy it in an irrational way.

That's the Warcraft.

In my lifetime, I also burned my hands to deal with it.

The magic that covers the body surface makes the magic work worse.

It also has an unusual life force and does not stop activity early even if it causes fatal injuries.

There were countless wounds on the bodies of the Warcraft.

Probably soldiers and mercenaries tried to fight back.

However, it does not appear to be an effective hit.

Again, the difference in strength is too great.

With Warcraft against him, it couldn't even be a time buyer if it was a combined force.

I exercise sensory magic.

The number of warcraft in this city was four, and nearby cities and villages were similarly raided.

A total of thirty-five, including individuals roaming the no-one's zone.

It doesn't matter what you think.

Assuming even a tenth of the number is abnormal.

(I wonder what the hell is going on)

After a little exploration, I didn't feel any particular surgical formula from the Warcraft.

That is, someone isn't manipulating me.

If there were a surgeon powerful enough to manipulate the Warcraft in the first place, my senses would be captured.

That said, it is a difficult situation to think of as a natural occurrence.

Even if coincidences continue to overlap, I don't think this is going to happen.

I was in such a uncomfortable situation by then.

To name a few possibilities in my head, I didn't have enough evidence to make a determination.

The mere inference on this occasion cannot shed light on the truth.

Priority should be given to dealing with warcraft first.

As long as you collect the ingredients, you'll see the full story yourself.

"Visualize hostile individuals - move to alert."

Yura gazes at the Warcraft.

This time, she was bringing the golem of a dedicated plane.

He stopped by the lab and borrowed it.

They say the damage sustained in the mock battle has been repaired and some improvements have been made.

The director has also asked me to try and see if it works in action.

"Master, may I have your order, please?"

"Give me a minute. Do the right thing."

I will return it accordingly to Yura.

I concentrated my consciousness to do the prep.

I want to spend some time educating Yura, but if I do it for a long time, there will be damage in other cities.

Exactly. I had to avoid that.

Prepare to solve the problem.

I captured precisely the position of thirty-five warcraft through the re-use of sensory witchcraft.

of which all individuals, with the exception of the two preceding ones, shall be held under a curse.

It absorbs the target's magic and increases its endurance.

It is impossible to cut a thousand by force.

Even if it was far away, this much artistry was possible.

(Hmm, you don't seem to have a problem)

Now the Warcraft can't move.

The Warcraft will be utterly defenseless unless I release them of my own free will.

It would be so safe that even if the baby came close, it wouldn't be a problem.

It is inherently so close to impossible such as rapid powerlessness.

Nonetheless, it was possible to achieve it because I demonstrated my power as the Demon King.

Indeed, the Warcraft outweighs the Demon Clan as well.

But in other words, it would mean that it would only possess power to the extent of the demonic race.

In addition, the Warcraft lacked intelligence and had no ability to respond to surgery.

There's no reason why I can't handle one hassle.

Rather, it was definitely a prey to outfits.

Now the only remaining threat was the two warcraft in front.

There is no other way in.

I can give Yura a chance to learn a lot.

That's what I decided. I sent her instructions.

"Evacuation and rescue of people are paramount first. Build the perfect battle space."

"Accept the Master's orders - we will initiate operations."

Yura, possessed by a dedicated aircraft, walks.

When she grabbed the injured and fallen people, she threw them at a distance.

We're going to run that continuously.

"... it would be a lie"

I ordered evacuation and rescue, but I didn't think this was the way to go.

For a moment alone, I soon exercise wind sorcery.

Take the injured in a soft breeze and carry them straight to a safe place.

First aid was also provided by magic at last.

Few were seriously injured because of the Warcraft, but heal to a point where they do not die for a moment.

While doing so, Yura was forcefully completing her payouts.

When she confronts the two Warcraft, she approaches the Warcraft of Auga.

A warcraft sensing Yura launched a beating.

She grabs the arm and connects it to her back throw.

A warcraft that danced through the universe was slammed into the house and fell to the ground with a roar.

Regardless, the underlying house is collapsing.

As Yura jumped on top of the Warcraft, she showered her fists in a row at an unnoticed speed.

Warcraft was crushed flesh without being able to resist.

Even at that distance, I hear constant bursts.

(The sharpness of the movement is increasing...... are you working out)

Ultimately, Yura stepped on the head of the Warcraft once and for all.

Warcraft cramps his limbs only once, he pulls out his powers and stops moving.

No matter how much life force I said, there was a limit to that.

Yeah, if you do that and get your head crushed, you'll die instantly.

Yura continues on to the Warcraft of Lizardman.

Now he pushed from the Warcraft.

A roar breaking the air echoes around.

While taking it directly from the front, Yura was calm.

She radiates light from both hands and melts the body surface of the Warcraft.

At first only the scales shredded, but eventually the flesh began to mix there.

The light that originates from the power of the Great Spirit wears half-magic protection.

A heavily damaged warcraft still dares to advance.

While there was a hole in his abdomen, he opened his mouth and jumped at Yura.

On the verge of being bitten, Yura shows off her retreat.

As she flew and adjusted her posture, she dazzled the face of the Warcraft with light.

A warcraft with burnt eyes screams and slams into tears.

Meanwhile, Yura formed over the head of the Warcraft, from which she accelerated and released her heel drop.

A strange noise sounds and the head of the Warcraft sinks into the torso.

Blood that pops up intermittently.

Warcraft wandered in flutter and fell quietly.

I never get up.

Like the Orga Warcraft, he appears to have died from the remarkable destruction of his head.

Jura, who defeated the two Warcraft, returned to me with refreshment.

She presents her report in upright immobility.

"Ended combat action - crusaded hostile individuals. I ask for this critique."

"I was able to fight with a brilliant standing around. However, humans do not throw. Don't unnecessarily destroy the building either. That'll make it even better."

Yura demonstrated a tremendous fight against the Warcraft, but there were still difficulties in other respects.

Instead of letting it compliment you, you should tell it as a challenge.

Jura has the power to reflect on it and make the next use of it.

"Understand master ratings - incorporate them into future improvements"

After a few thoughts, Yura makes her snort with the body of a dedicated machine.

There were still warcraft everywhere.

I'm going to let you see the growth in it.