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

The next day, the lab contacted me.

They say the identity of the drug contained in the body of the Warcraft has been found.

In conclusion, the drug was made of material that could be collected from the former demonic territory, which seems to have the effect of forcing the organism to mutate.

It was generally the result as expected.

Human beings in the Republic were going to the former demonic territories, probably to obtain raw materials for drugs.

Water and plants that were in high concentrations were what we were looking for.

It is not surprising that a study on a year-by-year basis could have produced drugs like this one.

Regardless, it is a big problem from an ethical point of view.

With so many illegal potions, efficacy like this one was unprecedented.

A series of warcraft disturbances occurred when a drugged person was in a city outside the country.

The expression of the potency appears to vary in time, and the abnormality cannot be detected until it is expressed.

Sensing measures around it were thorough.

The manufacturer of the drug must have witchcraft skills.

(I didn't expect to be able to generate warcraft everywhere without anyone noticing...)

It must be inhumane, though not in a position I can say to turn the living into undead and rule.

It should not have been an easy world to execute.

I'll try to stop it early.

The lab called the drug a warcraft drug, and they're going to do further analysis in the future.

I am currently trying to manufacture a cure.

Success is suspicious, but it would be a case to challenge.

Deployment that won't happen very often, but there is also a risk that drugs will be administered to the distribution.

I have no choice but to give up when I say so.

Now that we know the cause, we need to establish a countermeasure.

(The cure is important, but we have to move forward with a radical solution.)

If you keep turning around and responding, the damage will only continue to increase.

Although we want to capture the mastermind as soon as possible, we have not yet been able to identify where the key lies.

Still, there was an action that I could take.

The easiest thing to do is destroy the old demonic territory where the raw materials for the Warcraft drug can be picked.

Raw materials are not so easily cultured.

That was born because of the magic and temper of the former demonic realm.

Reproducing that environment elsewhere is a daunting undertaking and not very realistic.

So republican humans will go to the former demonic realm when they manufacture warcraft drugs.

They collect raw materials there.

If raw materials are no longer available from the Old Demon Territory, it becomes necessary to manufacture warcraft medicines just for the amount you have in hand.

Manufacturing speed will decrease significantly and there will be less laziness in their plans.

I was going to find the mastermind in the meantime.

As long as we figure out who's pulling the thread behind it, we can eliminate just the person.

In pure combat ability, I am rarely inferior.

That would not be a struggle unless it were a non-standard being like the Great Spirit.

As long as we find someone, we can hope for a prompt solution.

All you have to do is retrieve the stored warcraft medicines and capture those who have been given them, and they will put an end to this commotion.

At that time, the door between the eyes opened.

It was Grom who showed up.

He didn't look particularly hasty, nor did he have the atmosphere to come to some sort of report.

I ask Grom.

"What's up?"

"No, I was wondering if I could help too, depending on your visit to the Demon King"

Grom tells me to peek at this one.

As things stand, the Demon King's Army can't move, but I guess he wants to contribute.

I feel like I can't stay or stand, and I think he came directly to me for instructions.

"Right. Thank you for your care."

I was honest and thankful.

Grom is as loyal as ever.

I didn't want to scorn his aggressiveness here.

I was going to go to the former demonic realm now, but because of this, I can work with Grom.

That's what I suggest to him.

"Not so much work, but I need a little help. Can you ask for it?"

"Absolutely. If this grom is for the Demon King, let him jump into the Fire!

Grom asks me to answer in an exhilarating way.

Even if he jumps into the Fire, there is no obstacle to his body.

It would make you take a wide walk through the flames.

But now that is his word of loyalty.

It would be wild to point it out either way.

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Me and Grom moved out of Royal Castle on a transfer.

Ahead is the old demonic realm of the dark wilderness.

Grom looks around.

"This place..."

"It's the old devil's collar. We have to do something about this place."

"What exactly are they going to do?

Taking Grom's question, I return the answer I had prepared in advance.

"Wash the atmosphere and thoroughly destroy the territory. We're going to make sure we never produce raw materials again."

I also thought in the castle that it would be a priority to implement measures for warcraft medicines.

If we make this a dead place where no grass grows, it will be difficult to manufacture new warcraft drugs.

At least mass production at the most recent time was impossible.

Grom utters an impressive voice as he strokes his jaw.

"Ho... that's bold again. That's the Demon King."

It was a glom to praise me, but the movement of the ends was unnatural.

He's behaving like he's exploring something.

Probably trying to get used to the old demonic airspace.

The land is quite special.

In humans it is enough to cause bodily harm.

A suitable environment for Grom, the top immortal, but nevertheless required some familiarity.

Where Grom calms down, I give him instructions.

"Try to absorb the mood around here."

"Yes, I understand!

The nodded grom stretches out his eight arms.

When he became royal and stationary, he began to concentrate his consciousness.

The magic and temper contained in the air is taken into his body.

Soon Grom moaned bitterly on one knee.

"Gu... this is... quite harsh, you know..."

A temper that is not its own exhibits a kind of rejection.

The foreign body feels great pain.

It would feel like tearing yourself apart.

Together they are eroded to the soul.

I once did the same thing in the valley of the dead.

So I know Grom's anguish very well.

"If you get used to it, the burden becomes lighter. You have to bear with me somehow."

"Ma, Demon King...! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Grom gets up screaming.

The absorption has stabilized as soon as possible.

The ambient temper fades and eventually disappears completely.

Only this nearby temper had disappeared.

There was no grom left to suck away.

"Hmm, that sounds like a success."

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Grom was severely out of breath.

It is quite worn out.

You shouldn't be able to breathe in the bone body in the first place, but he was still out of breath.

It is unclear why.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course... I can still do it..."

"You can rest a little. I also want you to absorb the chi in another place. I'm going to wash myself around the place, too."

"I understand, I did…"

Grom sits back.

He seemed to need a break until he was resurrected.

I'll put him down and transfer.

He then took away all the temper and magic in the former demonic realm.

Slightly remaining demons also kill, further destroying the territory with a series of curseless hits.

Grom was also added along the way, and the rate of destruction increased dramatically.

Thus did we transform the former demonic realm into a true wilderness.