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

An approaching demon king has unleashed a spike.

I identify her movements and try to reciprocate them with the Sword of Shapes.

On the verge of a collision, the orbit of the spear changed.

When I lift this sword with the tip of my ear, it presses me to pierce it.

(I'm reading this swordsmanship...?

I understand instantly.

The Demon King is a master of mastery.

It is the only masterpiece played the battle between that man's sword and each other.

If the experience at the time remained, I was also convinced that the diversion had thus failed.

I step in face-to-face.

A spear spike plundered his forehead with a gust of wind.

The sound of bones scraping and cracking sounds.

Paralyzing pain ran, but it was negligible damage.

I am immortal.

Unlike the living, rarely can it be fatal.

Even if you try to get your whole body turned into wooden dust, you can resurrect as long as you have a spare body.

I flashed my sword as I packed my time.

"Colour."

The Demon King defends himself with a tilted spear.

Hard noises rang, scales and crusts splashed.

The slaughter crushed the spear.

"How about this?"

Even if the weapon breaks, the Demon King will not move.

When she grabbed the broken spear backwards, she was beaten with a stone clash.

I take it in a very small junction.

I jumped back and took my distance in a flash until it was destroyed.

The demon king looking at this one smiles at the spear.

She has called out as impressed.

"Good move. Did you turn to swordsman?

"You know that. This swordsmanship is nothing but a borrowing."

I don't give out emotions, I give them back resolutely.

I can never get to this realm just because I tried.

Reproduction will probably not be possible first, even through the semi-permanent life of the immortal.

It is because of the absorption of technology and experience in the valley of the dead that we were able to meet in a pseudo manner.

The Demon King exhaled a deep and long breath.

He seemed to have distant eyes in the back of his helmet.

She speaks in a variety of emotional voices.

"... oh, you can't even forget. The fat of the brave man who slaughtered me. The Lord is using it. To see how familiar it is, you've killed countless lives, haven't you?

"I needed it for a purpose"

When asked, I answer.

What has been repeated so far has been a number of unacceptable massacres.

Sinless human beings have equally turned undead and squandered their lives at will.

The mission is no longer the only thing I bear.

I am here at the expense of tens of thousands of lives.

Never stop.

Make my death meaningful.

I had that responsibility.

The Demon King, on the other hand, looks at me and strokes my jaw.

"Hmm. Speaking of which, I didn't hear you. What is the Lord's purpose in naming the Demon King?

"It's about becoming an indestructible world evil and deterring human strife. That's how we achieve permanent world peace."

The demon king who heard the answer solidified.

He seemed to be thinking of something.

I can also hear a little roar.

Eventually she shrugs.

"- Interesting. For a fine purpose. But the path is endlessly steep. Are you ready to keep going?

…………

I point the cutting edge of the sword of shapes at the demon king.

I don't need words.

This was the manifestation of will.

Now I don't have to be questioned.

Ever since I became the Demon King, I've decided to be ready.

Otherwise, we haven't finished this far.

The spirit would have been broken.

The Demon King, who saw my reaction, leaks laughter.

I could see a definite dear there.

"It's a good deal. Not bad."

A spear was created again from the hands of the Demon King.

There resides an intense sacred attribute.

I had a visual acuity.

That's what modern brave men used.

It was a holy sword at the time, but no doubt about it.

(Did you gain the ability by taking in the ashes?

If you can think about it, that's all you have.

Apparently, the ineffective ashes in particular exerted their power by being incorporated into the art of resuscitation.

It was no surprise that it had such an action.

Above all, we cannot deny it any more than the Demon King is using his holy power in front of us.

"This isn't the end of the break - let's go."

The demon king takes the reins.

It doesn't taste good to get scratched over and over with that spear.

It would be fatal for me to be immortal.

It can also lead to soul damage.

I let out a flame of frustration before she moved out.

The flames burn down one side of the perimeter.

But when the demon king spinned the spear and tangled the black flame, he scratched it out as it was.

"That's a shame. Is that all you got?

I use magic instead of reply and fly thunderbolts and wind blades from one hand.

The demon king spawned scales and crust shields in his empty hands.

She walks straight through the disease while preventing witchcraft.

There I fired a pile of impatience.

The pile plunged into the shield, but it did not harm the demon king.

Keep typing in. The results were the same.

The Demon King approaches without losing momentum.

(meant to increase penetration considerably, but a lot of defense)

Now thoroughly recieve the thrust of the unleashed spear.

The demon king has only slightly disfigured.

Taking advantage of that moment, I run my sword to accompany the spear.

Break the shield you've been interrupting, step further in and roll out the slash.

A slaughter struck the Demon King's torso.

"... eh"

The Demon King has fought back with a series of spear thrusts, so he shifts to the rear.

If you take it properly, you'll be disadvantaged as soon as possible.

It's a good idea to avoid this place for sure.

Transferred to a slightly further point, I confirm her damage.

On the torso of the Demon King, there were slashes on the diagonal.

There is bright red blood spilling out.

I wanted to cut off my torso if I could, but it seemed like a shallow step in.

The wrapped scales and crusts of the demon king clasped, blocking the wounds and making them invisible.

I guess he's starting to heal on that inside.

She gently strokes her blood-swet torso.

"Pain...... there are no moments where you can feel more raw. Don't you think?

"If you can win without getting scratched, that's the best part"

"Kuhaha, your lord is still solid. Even if he changes his appearance, his fundamental character hasn't changed. Stay a wise man who supports the brave."

From the feet of the laughing demon king, something emerges.

Around the universe sounding a clear metal sound was a chain made up of holy light.

Dozens of chains roam around her as if to protect the Demon King.

Just looking at it like this hurts my non-existent eyes.

That is the sacred magic of the Virgin Machia.

You can't even forget it.

That chain of light annoyed me for a long time.

I had a hunch at the time I used the power of modern brave men, but it seems the Demon King can also use the Virgin's abilities.

Both are deadly forces to me.

It is the highest point of view against the Demon King.

I think it's just against the rules, but where I protested, it doesn't make sense.

The Demon King smiles bitterly when he sees his own spear and chain of light.

"With all this holy power, the Demon King can no longer be named."

That said. She gazed at me, spearing low as she crawled.

A killer that gets sharpened.

The air begins to gush again.

"I'm still going to grow. Follow me to death."