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

I have decided to disperse the power of the Demon King's Army and turn it to deal with the approaching Republican Army throughout the territory.

Send executives and associate executives to their commanders.

Things were progressing simultaneously and multiple times.

You can't make it if you're consolidating your power and moving it.

Even if I remain slightly anxious, it would be best to hand it in.

I trust them.

Some, some reason is at stake, but I can only hope that you work well.

As things stand, those who can cross with warcraft and demons alone are precious.

I need you to work hard.

On the other hand, I travel to the capital of the Republic on a transfer.

I'm not taking my men with me.

It became this extraction in relation to the allocation of personnel to deal with the Republican Army.

I'm enough here.

If you fight with all your might, your subordination was sometimes shackled.

This is a war with the Republic.

Then you should investigate the capital in the central region.

I don't think the bulk himself is lurking, but I wonder if he has any clue.

Civil unrest by the main warriors broke out in the land.

If Bulk intends to tailor the Republic to a new Demon King army, he may be secretly preparing for it.

Even if I didn't have a clue, I didn't mind.

It will only destroy one important city after another, starting with the capital.

Let's fight the curse in the same order as the old demonic realm to further transform the territory of the Republic.

If it were to be a massacre of that magnitude, some action should be taken even in the bulk of it.

Until now, they've only been hit, but we have to strike out on offense from here.

Just turning to the back, it's the kettle they think it is.

The Republic should no longer have been allowed to survive.

As Bulk thought, it is transformed into a demonic country.

It possessed a homogeneous threat to the demonic kingdom and was a scourge for world peace.

In the future, it will cause a lot of anxiety to people.

(So destroy it thoroughly. It's time for the Demon King to show his command.)

I emerged over the capital as before.

Looking down the city from there.

A dense warcraft was spreading all over the filling.

He roams pointlessly with a groan.

It's strangely adult for a warcraft, and it doesn't look like they're attacking each other.

The sight was reminiscent of the undead under my control.

I guess Bulk is putting it under control by some means.

I watched the Warcraft and this time I saw the interference of the surgery.

It still seems to be manipulated.

(Are the remaining individuals here for the defense of the capital?)

I guess with a glimpse of the Warcraft.

I may intend to drain the Demon King's Realm with the power of the first battle and let it attack me in vain later.

Which would be better to rule it out.

That's how I observed it, and the Warcraft noticed this way.

Winged individuals and individuals with excellent leg strength approach simultaneously.

Overtake the breath of the flames and ice that have flown by defensive magic.

Quite powerful but no problem.

The Warcraft flew in without setting them apart.

It launches attacks by nails and fangs.

There were no gaps left to the numbers.

(But no problem)

I walk through the air and wave the sword of shapes.

A demolished warcraft fell to the ground.

The attacking individual becomes a piece of flesh and scatters.

It's a beast.

I'm only intelligent enough to be attacked by a group.

That tough flesh didn't have enough skill to take advantage of it.

As I continue to wave my sword, I exercise witchcraft.

A small fireball released from his hand fell to flow.

And then jump inside the warcraft and explode.

The warcraft, which was hit directly, scattered as it burned.

Ruptured fireballs absorb and reconstitute their magic.

Now it was swollen about twice.

The resurrected fireball explodes when it hits another warcraft that was nearby, absorbing more magic and enlargement.

That fireball bursts semi-permanently as long as the target is present.

By absorbing the magic of the person you bombed, you increase your power.

It cannot be sustained when it is a human opponent because of its magic power, and it exerts immense power when the subject is a warcraft.

All you have to do is leave it alone and auto-track and kill the Warcraft.

That fireball is my own modification of existing magic.

It was developed to massacre warcraft.

You can't use it where you're on your side because you can't pick a target and it's a non-discriminatory attack.

However, an occasion like this one was close to an optimal solution.

Furthermore, I turn my consciousness to the carcasses of the warcraft that have been scattered.

The carcass was alone, and leaned over, and became an undead of a hundred pieces of flesh.

One creates an endless amount of human alienation.

The ingredients were scattered as much as possible, so I did not hesitate to combine them.

And the great multitude of the hundreds that were able to do so shall be cast into the beasts of warcraft that are still alive.

We had trouble discussing each other, so we let them go in the opposite direction of the exploding fireball.

The Warcraft kick their hundreds with all-over power.

He roared up and pulled his torso into pieces, or stomped his head to pieces.

And even open your big mouth and chew it up.

Countless hundreds of feet were instantly defeated.

But hundreds of feet are undead.

There is no steeplechase more than a leaning of meat.

Even if crushed, separate chunks of meat connect to each other to resuscitate.

Barefoot began to fight back against the Warcraft by demonstrating its shambles.

The murdered warcraft becomes undead as well and moves to increase the number of new victims.

The situation was gradually covering up.

(You're all right now)

Look at the undead devoured warcraft. I judge.

Now we're ready to go down.

Left alone, the Warcraft will be banished.

After that, if you look at the fit and release the fireball, the undead will increase on its own.

If organisms are opponents, my powers have an absolute advantage.

It is pointless before the power of the valley of the dead, even if the rule of art is imposed.

Any effect can be sealed to effect.

Having unleashed the means for annihilation, I began an investigation in the capital.

Explore the facility where he started as he chopped up the approaching Warcraft.

Various instructions and warcraft medications were found in the process.

New information about warcraft drugs and civil unrest can be found in places where none of them could be explored by a secret detective.

However, those were things that had already passed.

Nothing useful at this stage.

(Not much progress, but I can't help it)

I release the fireball that is rampaging outdoors.

You can leave the rest of the Warcraft to the undead.

The harvest was scarce, but it was able to preemptively deprive the Republic of its great power.

If they invade Demon King's territory, I will attack the Republic alone.

In terms of invasion speed, I'm much faster.

Let's destroy the city as many times as we can until the bulk shows up.

With strong pride and commitment, he shouldn't be able to acquiesce in my outrage.

I sensed a suspicious magic reaction in the vicinity when I tried to move to another city.

Not long after, the window breaks through and something rolls in.

It was the lower demons who showed up.

She is stripping her white eyes, cramping, and spraying foam from her mouth.

The magic in my body was scratched by some kind of interference.

The demon clan, who rose and rose, turns his white eyes to this way.

"- Dwight Harveldt. Long time no see. Is the Wise Man retired?"

The Demons ask in a tone that makes them look like little fools.

The mouth applied to the foam was delightfully distorted.