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

Bulk's words shocked me less.

I knew from a long time ago who the magic reaction was.

But once again, when it is made clear, it cannot be an ordinary mind.

To me, the Demon King is all that matters.

"Ha, you're going to react well. I'm glad to show you."

Bulk, who pleasantly slapped his hand, let him gently raise his right arm.

At that time, my green eyes glanced at me.

"Dwight, I know what you want to ask. Why does the right arm exist? Wouldn't you?

"... oh, I'm not wrong"

I nodded honestly.

This idea is discernible.

Then it would be wise to be honest and pull the information out.

Advice, Bulk speaks with a good face.

"This is what I restored. It uses the horn of the Demon King as a catalyst and uses multiple curses to build it. The horn was conceded during his lifetime. After a plea that lasted three days and three nights, I received it right away."

Bulk stared at his right arm, not least, and suddenly began to cheek.

He laughs sloppily with a shuddered face.

"This overwhelming magic and temper...... haha, I can't handle it. Just your right arm. This is it! You know exactly how great that one was. Ugh!

"That's a bad taste. Are you replacing your worshiped arms with canes?"

"It's not a cane replacement. I need your help. Don't you see the honor?"

Bulk, with a mocking look on his face, took his face off his right arm.

Yes, I assure you.

I don't even want to know.

"Ha, it seemed like it was too early for you. Well, it's a big difference if you think you'll just stay on your right arm. Let's show it off now."

Bulk put his right arm by his side.

Then the cross section of his arm twitches and creeps up.

From there the shoulders and torso grew.

It further swells up to areas like the neck, lower body and left arm.

Now it was just a chunk of meat, but it was slowly forming a human form.

(Leaving it tastes bad)

I try to kill, I think on the brink.

I intuitively perceived the danger.

This was the man's battle plan.

He whispers that we should not approach the detour.

Instead, I shoot in a few sorceries.

All were absorbed into meat chunks without sound.

Not damaged at all.

(Impossible conversion rate)

It takes in the magic and indifference of the hit surgery.

If you attack with a sword, you will be sucked out of power.

The meat mass was exerting extreme regenerative power.

Bulk, who saw my behavior, squeaks his tongue as he waves his finger.

"You shouldn't do anything extra. This condition is beyond my control. All you have to do is express yourself."

It was just the right arm. That's rapidly changing shape.

It was close to what I knew.

The moment you recognize it, numerous sights flash across the back of your brain.

"... eh"

Even if you feel a dull pain in your head, keep watching without distraction.

If there's a gap even for a moment, you have to poke it there.

Behind my thoughts like that, the growth of meat chunks never fades.

His whole body was already shaped and he was working on the composition of the details as he made a blood splash.

Interfering in the present state would eat lethal wounds with entanglement.

(Is it safer to attack a stable place when this happens?)

After observation, I conclude.

Doesn't get busy when you get your hands on it poorly here.

Nothing is more dangerous than half-activated magic.

In the past, there have been stories of one city being destroyed by preliminary sorcery failures.

If you look a little further, you can see the king's capital.

We should act cautiously here.

Bulk, on the other hand, shifts the subject eventually.

"Speaking of which, you were wondering why I was alive. I'll teach you a souvenir of the underworld."

I guess he became convinced of the victory and wanted to talk about his own achievements.

You can let me talk to you on my own.

Chronic heart always creates debacle.

Lending my ears to bullshit is a shame, but in relative terms, I gained a lot.

"Ten years ago, I did die in your magic. But only self-extinction was spared. I guess my obsession made me do that. You should have the same procedure. If we confront each other like this, we'll see."

Bulk was right to point it out.

It is, for one thing, the gift of obsession that I lived to be executed.

With all sorts of emotions swirling, I was turning into a vulnerable immortal if I realized it.

I have lived and endured ten years while extending my questioning myself.

"It was easy after that. Over the years and months he repaired his damaged soul and took over the adaptable human flesh. If you crush that human spirit in the finish, it's sunshine and resurrection."

Knowing the circumstances of the bulk, I admire his snubbing.

It is brief, but its content was unimaginable.

It is not something that a dead man can do to repair his soul on his own.

That's what Bulk tried to overcome with his obsession alone.

I know exactly how revenge he was on fire.

At that time, a flame of qi erupted from the meat mass mixed with scales.

The appearance finally moves to a stable state, making a sound that can be burned.

Bulk put his hands up looking excited.

"Sora, we're going to rebirth. Scratch me!

A flame rising to its climax calms down over time.

Nestled in the traces of flames was one sub-man.

He wraps a mixture of scales and crusts around his whole body like armor.

Nothing on the skin is exposed.

The look is reminiscent of a heavy armored knight.

(- I miss it. I can remember it like it was yesterday)

Ten years ago, mankind's rival dropped the world into chaos.

Evil incarnation where me and that guy played a death fight.

My predecessor, the Demon King, was there.

"Ha-ha-ha! This is supreme! This is the end! The Demon King is finally back! Thank you, Dwight. I owe it to you."

"What do you mean?"

I learned to catch on to Bulk's words laughing high.

I don't remember helping the demon king resurrect.

If I could stop it, I would have dealt with it earlier.

"On the right arm of the Demon King, I used a catalyst in addition to the horns. You know what I mean?"

…………

"It's the ashes of the modern brave and the Virgin. You buried him in the dust."

I have a point in explaining the bulk.

The bodies were disposed of by me.

After burning them to ashes, they buried them each where they fought.

I guess Bulk uncovered that.

While I was in the capital of the Republic, I stole two ashes.

I must have researched the location beforehand and looked at the opportunity.

"There was nothing left in the ashes. But the magical value is immense. Wouldn't it be possible for a wise man to guess? What does the ashes mean?

"- The one who defeats the Demon King. The One Killed by the Demon King."

I answer flashing.

That's all I could think about.

Then Bulk points at me in tears.

"Excellent! You're right, Dwight. These two meanings matter. The former attracts events to bury you. The latter turn and imply the survival of the Demon King. Both are indispensable elements in this revival. You killed the brave man and the Virgin so we could make it happen!

Those who defeat the Demon King refer to the existence that kills me in the sense it is.

A demon king can be defined as someone who has been murdered by a demon king because he has misinterpreted it and the demon king has not been murdered.

The logic is that it is odd that the Demon King, the winner, is dead because one of them is dead and a loser.

Slightly leapfrogging, but sometimes not perceived in that way.

By using the ashes that encapsulate these meanings, the bulk established the effect of the procedure.

(That's a boulder. It's called brilliant.)

Various lineages exist in witchcraft.

The spells that Bulk specializes in exert their power by accumulating reason, deception, and stitching.

At first glance it looks futile and makes sense there.

The world is distorted as a result.

This resurrection was a unique idea for Bulk, a magician.

It is a method that cannot be imitated by a human being, provided that there was a first-degree catalyst in place.

The paradox that demon kings are born to kill demons.

Bulk tried to get it done.

"False demon king. I will bury you and rebuild a true army of demons."

That's what Bulk says. One arm sleeves up.

His arm was engraved with a surgical ceremony.

Bulk makes it touch the Demon King.

The surgical ceremony becomes countless snakes, crawling through their arms and infiltrating the Demon King.

Apparently it anchored its soul in the flesh.

It maintains a high level of stability compared to when it was a meat mass.

Bulk laid his hand on the shoulder of the Demon King.

"I have planted the art of slavery in the soul of the Demon King. I have self, but I can never resist."

"Didn't I worship you?

"That's why! I want the Demon King to be an ideal being. My brains will be reflected, and it will be exchanged forever. Whoo, what an honor! I wouldn't have waited this long!

Bulk raises his voice of joy.

It was an eye immersed in madness.

At the same time as worship, I feel the joy of dominating.

Bulk spoke to the Demon King crying.

"Demon King, do you see the immortal in front of you? That's Dwight the Wise. I will destroy it with your hands."

…………

The Demon King looks up slightly.

I felt my gaze from behind the crust covering my head.

I can't read that emotion.

Magic began to concentrate on one hand of the Demon King.

Scales and crusts overflow from your fingertips, creating a single spear.

It was the weapon that once tormented us.

It is an unjust demon spear.

"Huhahahahahahaha! Dwight, that's it for you. Come on, sacrifice in the Dark Ages!

Bulk proclaims with an evil mouthful.

Shortly after, the Demon King's arm moved and the spear was sumptuous.

I feel reflexively, but quickly.

- A penetration of the divine speed by the Demon King was piercing the torso of the bulk.