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

The demon king dares to attack.

It's a transcendental spear.

He is wrapped in crust and scaly armor, yet maintains a quick movement.

It stood around to seal this sword move.

In addition, the spear's power is broken.

The power of the Holy Sword is granted, so it purifies the body just by plundering it.

It's extremely troublesome because it's carried out with the exceptional skill of the Demon King.

It is the flock of chains of light that are released as they sew between them.

Chains strike from all directions.

Moreover, unlike in the time of the Virgin, it is not an automatic tail.

Because the Demon King is manipulating it of his own free will, he has weaved his own motion of transformation.

A series of attacks had already hit many times.

Thanks to this, all parts of the body are damaged, and the limbs may be separated if not reinforced by temper.

If you were alive, you would be dead.

(That's ironic. opposite of what it was then)

The demon king standing in front of him uses his holy power to hunt him down.

I was fighting against it with evil temper.

I feel something in this situation that I have been ordered to do somewhere.

Nevertheless, the Demon King's ability to fight was remarkably improved compared to a decade ago.

Even without the power of the Holy Sword or the chains of light, it clearly outweighs her during her lifetime.

If it's the same as then, I should be knocking it down.

(Probably due to the technique used for resuscitation)

I judge that from the battle so far.

A new existential significance had been implanted in the Demon King today by the Bulk.

It is an element of "the one who defeats the demon king".

The ashes were enclosed, close to the shape that took over the mission of the modern brave men and the Virgin.

A demon king of the past, but with a heroic aspect.

As a result, her powers had been greatly lifted to suit me.

It was a realm that could never be transcended by just a demon king.

"What's wrong? This is not the power of the Lord!

The Demon King repeats an unstoppable series of attacks.

A spear that swings endlessly vertically.

I play the chains of light flying from the blind spot with magic.

If you don't keep your consciousness in all directions, you'll be killed in no time.

It was such a harsh attack by then.

Increase concentration to the extreme and even keep moving the Sword of Shapes.

The Demon King abruptly sighed as he held meetings with hundreds of them.

She whispers.

"... I wonder what the brave man would think if he saw the Lord now"

"- Huh"

Her whining was a non-listenable word for me.

That's the part I was trying not to think too deeply about.

Trying to kick him out of his thoughts immediately makes him slightly crazy at hand.

There's no way the Demon King would miss such a shake.

There's a gap.

A spear was knocked in to wear the right orbit.

Half of my vision is stained with darkness.

There was a fierce pain burning in the back of my head.

The chain of light that kills me winds up and fixes my limbs.

White smoke rose from where I touched it.

The pain of purification is beginning to erode hands and feet.

The demon king who caught me slapped me on the shoulder with a spear and looked at this one.

She sighs loudly.

"Sweet. I can't seem to overcome my weakness even though I'm immortal."

…………

I can't argue.

I was aware of the weakness of my heart.

There shouldn't be any strays, but movement is dull at the heart.

That is irresistible and resentful.

"It's over. Let me return the demon king's name."

That's what the Demon King puts up a spear.

He was trying to pierce my soul.

I'm sure there will be no suffering, and you will perish in an instant.

(- but that's troublesome)

I suppress temper in my body.

Purification by chains of light accelerated and the place of confinement decayed at once.

The broken hands and feet take me out of custody.

A sword of shapes falls on the edge of sight.

I myself fall towards the ground.

"heh..."

The Demon King is stunned, but does not stop attacking.

The spear was approaching right in front of me.

When I let go of my temper, I let it erupt as black smoke from a section of my lost limb.

Make them pseudo-limbs.

Very brittle, but you just have to hold on to this for a moment.

I grab the sword with one hand and kick the ground.

In line with the Demon King's Spike, he twisted his upper body and turned against it.

An eartip hosted by holy power grinds my upper jaw to my lower jaw.

The cervical spine and clavicle were further scraped in turn.

The ribs are pierced one after the other, and the impact takes off one arm and the lumbar bone of the handless and dances through the universe.

But that was it.

The nearby evasion prevented the spike from finishing me.

Having outdone the spear blow, I squeeze my remaining power and set up with the Demon King.

From stepping in the forward leaning position, wave up the sword of shapes.

The way forward was the neck of the demon king.

"Ko, of... ugh!?

The Demon King defends himself with a shield of scales and crusts.

The blade eaten there scatters a spark and scrapes the surface of the shield.

My cut jumped along the way.

The shield bent the orbit.

The sword of shapes deviated greatly, cutting one of the horns stretching out of his helmet.

It doesn't hit the Demon King's neck.

Afterwards they swung through without slashing anything.

The hands and feet of a temper that has reached its limit are extinguished, and I fall at the forefront.

A severed corner made a noise and rolled down the ground.

Soon it will be covered in cracks and scattered.

That was the fruit of the decisive attack.

Raising his gaze, the demon king was putting up a spear.

She looks down at me in a royal manner.

"It was a shame. That one cooled my liver. That's the wise man who saved the world."

Convinced of victory, the Demon King tries to throw a spear down at me.

Shortly after that, she suddenly cramped.

With my arms trembling, the spear stands on the ground by my side.

"Gu, tu...!?

The Demon King's wrapped scales and crusts peel off and evaporate.

A face distorted by pain became dewy.

The spear likewise collapses and loses its shape.

…………

I used wind magic with no chant and thrust the demon king with a gust of wind.

The Demon King rolls down the ground without even being able to receive it.

She coughed uncomfortably trying to get up.

A sticky black liquid is spit out of your mouth.

While the Demon King suffers, I have regenerated my temper limbs.

Now I'll keep it a little tougher.

Apparently, the condition was not significantly different from that of the bone.

With those legs I get up.

Every time I moved a little, something broke and broke.

Needless to say, it's full of creativity.

This body won't last long.

I see the Demon King as he falls.

She has returned a comatose glance.

"Lord... what have you done...?

"I just poked at a structural weakness."

I answer without hiding.

His jaw was broken, but he didn't seem to have that much effect on his vocalization.

Soon the Demon King will have the look of realizing something.

"Ma, sa... Huh!

"My severed horn is the part that became the catalyst for resuscitation. We lost it there, so inevitably the technique goes bankrupt. That's a weakness you never had in your life."

I was convinced that the slaughter of the whole body would be defended by the Demon King.

So many opponents.

No matter how many surprises you poke, the attack doesn't go through as well as you think.

So I set it up in anticipation of the slaughter shifting.

The Demon King did not live up to his expectations, but guided the blade to his own weakness.

(It was just a divorce I couldn't exchange on my own)

The Demon King knows that man's swordsmanship.

But that's the same thing here.

Inside me, that man's combat experience dwelt.

So I can intuitively see how the Demon King handles spears.

When I picked up the Sword of Shape, I firmly grabbed the pattern.

That's all there is left.

I'm the one who controlled the death fight.

All that is left is to complete the curtain.

With the Sword of Shape in my hand, I walk over to the Demon King.