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

The morning sun shines brilliantly on the streets of the Slave Autonomous Community at dawn.

The undead roaming the area slowed the movement down as soon as possible.

Weakened by sunlight.

I don't have any particular protection, so I guess it's natural.

The undead who overcome the sun is rare.

During the walking undead, countless bodies were scattered.

It is a victim of this disturbance.

There were also residents of the city, slaves and soldiers of the Demon King's Army.

Even to the extent that it was visible, it was considerable damage.

It has become part of a tragic sight, including a destroyed building.

Among the corpses was a mixture of unnaturally enlarged people.

Physical traits can be seen as covered in meat tumors or as the body melts and collapses.

Few corpses are indistinguishable from race.

Those bodies were the warcraft that caused this commotion.

I feel unspeakable before the tragedy around me.

It was never a good one.

(Sounds terrible)

Having transferred to the Slave Autonomous Community, I swept away the Warcraft with the Demon King Army.

The strength of every single Warcraft is not enough to highlight, but only enough to antagonize the inferior Demons.

Quite a threat to humans, but warriorly, the Demon King's Army was enough.

However, there were a lot of them anyway.

It is not the ratio of the southern part of the demonic kingdom.

There would have been at least a few hundred.

In addition, there was simultaneous and multiple noise in several cities, which even made people struggle to calm down.

Due to the spread of uncertain information, it is the beginning and end of killing each other by humans caught in suspicious darkness.

Riots broke out everywhere and people were scattered around fighting for the Warcraft attack.

On a scale that those secondary damage could not be ridiculed, when poorly done, it was momentum beyond the damage caused by the Warcraft.

I was conscious of dealing with it as quickly as possible, but there was enormous damage to the place.

The people of each city are now isolated in the junction.

It is meticulously crafted so that it cannot be destroyed from the outside or from within.

He was taking consciousness after further restraining each of them.

You don't wake up on your own first.

Leaving them alone just creates confusion.

The city is now crawling with a bunch of undead.

At dawn when they were witnessed, they would be feathers of useless strife.

I don't want to take any more extra casualties.

"No, I see you've finally settled"

Grom looks around and relieves him.

When he was relieved of his killing, he fisted around his waist.

Does it hurt my back?

Grom's tricks are strangely human.

For the convenience of using countless souls to build oneself, such habits may appear unconscious.

Even in this fight, Grom did what he always did.

Overlapping the number of places is also making the command of the undead more accurate.

He calmly observed the war and let even tough warcraft respond with a number of violence.

It would be an impossible craftsmanship without so much command, such as just skeletons and gools ravaging it.

I think that figure, which leads the immortal army, deserves more than I do.

Regardless, Grom himself was overwhelmed by a series of sorcery fights.

Now even more so, his combat abilities are extraordinary.

There is no way that a warcraft that has lost its reason can be countered.

Beside manipulating the undead, he had wiped out a wide area of warcraft with the art of remote lineage.

"It's been a good exercise. I could have been more satisfied with a few more."

Henry groans as he twirls the fruit.

It tickled from a nearby dewstore.

As far as he was concerned, he didn't have enough warcraft.

In Henry's case, this is not the strength.

I seriously think I would have liked some more numbers.

Henry won't be sick of the damage to the city.

It's just a battlefield to relieve my urge.

In those parts, Henry's feelings are thorough.

In a way, it would be a part to be hailed as ruthless or ruthless.

But this is his goodness.

Because it conflicts with me, I can give an opinion from a different perspective.

The stakes are in place, so you don't have to worry about being betrayed.

Let's call it an ideal subordinate.

(Nevertheless......)

I glance at the carcass of a rolling warcraft nearby.

There was a human face on each end.

A slave became a warcraft without any foretaste.

It's not the first phenomenon that happens naturally.

Warcraft in the first place refers to demonic variants.

Whatever the demons would transform, it was odd to be a warcraft to man.

I associate myself with the outbreak of the Warcraft in the southern realm of the Demon King.

The Warcraft who had a drug reaction were unclear where it came from.

Even now, the point is riddled with mystery.

That's all I thought about, I flash one hypothesis.

(Didn't those who were in each city become warcraft then...?

The situation of the sudden outbreak of the Warcraft is consistent.

If that's drug potency, it'll be a clue to the truth.

I analyzed the remains of a nearby warcraft.

Then it is determined that the drug is contaminated.

It was the same as the Warcraft disturbance in the demonic kingdom.

Now it's almost confirmed.

(Some drug is transforming the organism into a warcraft)

It's a hell of a potency if it's true.

I've never heard of such a substitute, and I should never go out there.

We need to check the distribution sources.

And make sure you can't formulate it again.

I summoned a secret detective from this city to a junction that quarantined its inhabitants together.

Bring out about a few slave traders with a covert guide.

Both seem to be prominent merchants in the Autonomous Communities.

When I woke up the slave traders, I started interrogating them using witchcraft.

It was mainly the slave trade route that made me throw up.

They gave me light information.

As a result, the majority of transformed slaves were found to have been provided by the Republic

He said there had been a massive outbreak of depreciated slavery, which he had been purchasing as it were.

Putting exploration in mind, the slave traders didn't know about drugs or warcraft.

It would be in the form of being used for that identity and connections.

I put the slave traders to sleep and transferred them into the junction.

Let secret detectives return to their duties, too.

Now I have the information I need.

I spin my thoughts.

(The Republic did too much. I just can't see it)

Civil unrest by bringing in demons.

Side stream of drugged slaves.

More warcraft disturbances everywhere.

I don't know what you want to do, but it's definitely to the detriment of the world.

If this occurs all over the continent, it becomes a world in which we must doubt the possibility of our neighbors becoming warcraft.

Peace and so much more, it was not the future I wanted.

We must destroy it immediately.

When I returned to the Demon King's Army, I spoke to Grom and Henry.

"The Demon King's Army is retreating into territory. Occupation of the Slave Autonomous Communities will be interrupted"

"Are you sure?

I nod to confirm the grom.

This invasion will be half-worked, but I had no choice but to do all this.

"I don't mind. I don't know what will happen in the future. If we're going to make it, we should wait in the king's capital."

It was possible to do as much later, such as the invasion of the Slave Autonomous Community.

Because of the damage done to each city, the Autonomous Communities should also be unable to move as before.

At least we have to be cautious about the slave trade.

I supposedly will refrain from making any leaps for a while either.

Henry asks me as I throw away the core of the fruit.

"Is the Admiral going back to King's Capital, too?

"No, I'm going to stop by the Republic. I'll skip the history, but we have to do the right thing in that country."

I declare in a resolute tone.

No matter how much, the Republic can't be left alone.

Currently, it would be the person you have to deal with the most.

Whether we destroy it or not, we intend to inflict punishment commensurate with the damage done.