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

Tons of meteorites fall at densities like heavy rainfall.

Magical protection was applied to every one of them, making it impossible to destroy them easily.

The first would undoubtedly be the work of Bulk, but not the technique he exercised.

Bulk, who specializes in spells, was poor at attacking magic in general.

Big magic like bursting meteorites should be unusable first.

(... this has reached the realm of the curse)

I already knew who used magic.

When I was in the capital, the magic reaction I sensed would be the surgeon.

I really want to go deal with you, but I have to do something about the meteorite group first.

If it stays like this, the king's capital will collapse in an instant.

Exactly that was something to avoid.

I stare at the meteorite group and complete the analysis during the moment.

Confirmed magic flow and lineage.

This makes the procedure a little easier to work with.

I unleashed a gravitational wave upward, weakening the momentum of the meteorite group.

Drop speed decreases or no heart.

But that's only a slight difference, too.

The magical resistance applied to the meteorite had made it less likely to exert the influence of gravity.

(Looks like he's seriously trying to crush Wang Du)

While maintaining the gravitational wave, I exercise the following sorcery:

As I waved one hand, I let a spear of anger unfold forward.

That number is 30,000.

Everything has the power to just wipe out a lousy castle fort.

It was an anti-military technique, not an interpersonal one.

Shoot out an angry spear lined up on one side.

The spear approached the meteorite group under the acceleration of gravitational waves, making a roar and hitting it.

A protruding tip runs a crack on the surface of the meteorite, bursting so that a subsequent spear breaks in.

That's how he wore meteorites and crushed them one after the other.

I guess I didn't assume this much destructiveness, no matter how resistant it was.

Soon most of the meteorites were crushed and turned into fine rocky rain.

(Now the damage has been reduced, but it is still insufficient)

I add the technique so that it folds.

A spear of spirituality spreading through the universe lost its shape and became an indeterminate spear.

They entangle the crushed meteorites and put them together.

From the point where it touched, the meteorite fragments were seen to melt.

Exercise a flame curse on the finish in ten consecutive rounds.

The wild pitch-black fires covered the sky and incinerated meteorites tangled in twilight.

By the synergy of burning heat and qi, all cuts will be extinguished.

So when the flames went out, there was a blue sky with no clouds overhead.

The meteorite group has no shadows or shapes left.

First of all, I seem to have been able to take off my predicament.

At that time, I felt murderous from far away.

I flash my sword without turning around.

(This is...)

A small object with impending slaughter was severed in two.

I fall. I see them.

Flying out of the blind spot was ice the size of a bean grain.

There's a good amount of spells in there.

They released it at high speeds from afar.

A method of attack would be close to sniping by artillery or bows.

It was reproduced by magic.

(The meteorite group was a positive move, was fate a sniper now...)

While I am half impressed with the unplugged way, I move to the sniper point.

That was a long way from the king's capital.

in a clear meadow.

In front, there stood an unrecognizable wind man.

He is a man with green eyes in neat blonde hair and dressed in spilled noble clothes.

Behind his back, he had an evil grin about his righteous appearance.

Malice carried throughout the body is no longer man's.

(- Different contents)

I can feel it in my soul and flesh.

I'm not being manipulated.

My body seemed to be being taken over.

There was a feeling in the atmosphere of the man's incomprehensibility.

I have gained extra certainty because I was talking to you earlier.

"Bulk, huh?

When I asked, the man rejoiced.

Make me laugh all the time not to tell you I've been waiting.

"Exactly. Someone broke my flesh, so this is how I'm gonna have to borrow it. Totally inconvenient."

Bulk moaned deliberately.

While I vomit words that criticize me, my mouth was stuck with an unpleasant grin.

More bulk than the ex, he's not the kind of man who clings to flesh.

The story of inconvenience was also not something that I could tell how far it was genuine.

To see the amount of magic he encloses is about the same as it was ten years ago.

Actually, I guess you don't care that much.

Bulk turned his gaze to the king's capital.

When he sees nothing happening, he snorts in a grumpy manner.

"I didn't expect to be completely prevented from cursing that scale. I don't really want to admit it, but he just has the power to bear the Demon King's name."

When Bulk puts his hand on his face, he starts laughing heavily, whispering.

It was a broken laugh like a doll.

He speaks quickly.

"... Ha ha, you have always been. I have broken the measures that I have strained because of this, at the heart of it. I'm always in the way. You still want to kill me, you want to kill me, you want to kill me, you're out of control. Ah!

Bulk's eyes peered through the gap between his fingers.

The blinking glance was burning with fierce hatred.

Besides, I'm weeping blood.

Never acting.

Seriously, it was Bulk's genuine emotion.

"How can you ruin the plan...? We're almost there. Stop impertinent imitation..."

"I don't know your circumstances. Until I fulfill my purpose."

I gave it back pale.

Observe the behavior of the bulk in it.

While this exploded his emotions, he didn't have enough clearance to poke surprises.

If a forceful attack were launched, there would be a painful hand fight back by spell.

Some spells are irrevocable.

Now that I'm the Demon King, it's possible that I can play it without difficulty, but sometimes just in case.

Don't underestimate the bulk.

I still had to be cautious.

"Woohoo, you were like that ten years ago... the most natural enemy of my life. How troublesome than a brave man. I also learned of the ruthlessness of being evil by becoming a demon king. I hate it... I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Bulk scratches his head and screams.

Repeated rough breathing.

From the peeled fingers of his nails, blood was pouring out.

After a single epilepsy, Bulk returns to me.

As he stroked his hair, he wiped away tears of blood with the sleeves of his clothes.

Soon the nails are regenerating.

The exhaled bulk grinned bitterly as he calmed down.

"- I'm sorry. I got disturbed. Confronting the cause made me feel daunted."

That's what Bulk fishes his nose for.

What he took out was a subhuman arm.

Gray skin with blue scales on each end.

It was shining brightly in the sunlight.

"Well, Dwight. Do you know what this is?"

…………

To inquire I will be silent.

As for who I was, I was almost certain.

From the arm, I feel an unusual magic reaction.

It's what I sensed in the capital of the Republic.

It would also be the work of those arms that have dropped earlier meteorite groups.

After silence, Bulk shrugs his shoulders in a playful move.

He stroked his arm like he loved him.

And say what you expected.

"Don't you want to answer? Then I'll tell you. This is the right hand of the great one, the Demon King."