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

The demon king who remains fallen, his flesh is beginning to decay.

Because we lost the horn, which is the catalyst.

We are about to return to the dead, losing the pile to stay in the world.

When the Demon King saw his own anomaly, he laughed in self-derision.

"Also... I... lose, or... shame on you..."

I stopped walking at a certain distance.

And throw the question at her.

"If you could have killed me, what would you have done in the world ahead?"

"... of the Demon Clan, it's a restoration. Even ten years ago, it was... we have been abused... both humans who reign as dominant species bring disaster. So if we don't eliminate..."

"A race that brings disaster,"

I groan the words and rebel in my heart.

The Demon King was right.

I am born now at the end of people's choices.

I'm not willing to push the blame on them, but I was certain it was a factor.

"Humans are foolish because... history proves and keeps... I intend to put human history back on the blank and then carve out the history of the Demons..."

The Demon King reveals his sincerity.

I didn't know you had that idea.

I fought my whole life without being able to talk to you this far.

The Demon King laid down a vain gaze on me.

Blood-dropping mouth connects words.

"Modern Demon King... Kill me. That's the privilege of the winner... crossing my corpse."

"... oh. Okay."

I nodded and put my sword up.

This shape-shaped sword is a fatal weakness for the Demon King.

Predecessor Demon King, Modern Brave, and Virgin.

They have something in common.

That's in that everyone is dying by this sword.

The Demon King, who exists with the elements of the Three, does not like the attack by this sword.

Close to a conceptual weakness, if you ask me.

Wounds don't regenerate easily, and if they destroy the brain or the heart, it leads to death.

It doesn't matter how much life you have.

The demon king who lost the catalyst would vanish even if left alone.

But I don't know what I'll do in the meantime.

We should stab a stop here.

"The world your Lord spins, or..."

The demon king leaks rumors.

Her gaze looked up at the sky.

I'm not shown there.

"Suddenly what?"

"No... I want to see the end of it, I think... I don't know, over this period, I'm going to regret it. Pity, as long as..."

The Demon King laughs like trouble.

He was as weak as I could ever imagine from her.

Maybe he blew it off at death.

(Is this your original personality?)

A demon king cannot show his weakness.

Even the truth must be hidden in the chest and sometimes ruthlessly behaved.

Every day, it's something I'm sore about.

"Dwight the Wise, that was... from the bottom of the Underworld, I'm here for you..."

That's how the Demon King closes his eyes.

He had a calm look.

"- My predecessor. Sleep in peace."

When I tell him quietly, I drop my sword straight.

The blade pierced his heart and the Demon King's body hardened as a whole pottery.

And it collapses off the edge.

What was left was a pile of ash.

There is no shadow of the Demon King.

The mountains of ash were scattered, caught by the blowing wind.

I pull my sword out of it.

That's when I heard a groan from a little far away.

I turn to you.

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

There, Bulk was about to stand up with an odd voice.

Bloodstained he is repeatedly breathing rough.

(Were you alive?)

I thought he was dead, but he managed to endure it.

The wound stabbed by the Demon King's spear had been repaired and the blood had stopped.

Seems to have some kind of playback capability.

I approach with my sword.

"Gu...... gu!

Bulk looks at this one in a tremendous shape.

When he panicked and fished his nose, he took out a glass vial.

Inside it is filled with purple liquid.

(Is that a warcraft pill...?

I check the contents of the vial.

The stranded bulk seems to be going to use the last secret.

He is a man everywhere.

Even though they defeated the Demon King, they still didn't seem to have given up on my murder.

When the bulk opens the seal of the vial, it does not hesitate to fill the contents.

He swallowed on the face of praise, and cast down an empty bottle and glanced at me.

"Dwight, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

The screaming bulk's voice becomes low and distorted.

The flesh, which was skinny, became enlarged and the skin began to turn green.

Clothes that no longer fit the body burst.

Wings grow from his back, and his tail peeks on his back as well.

"Ugoaaaaaaaaa!"

I tore the skin off my head and the horns protruded.

The wide open mouth has a surprising array of fangs.

Rapidly increasing magic is incomparable with earlier.

Bulk, who was human, instantly transformed.

It has become difficult to distinguish between the Demon Nation and the Warcraft.

"Only you! You're not the only one who can forgive me. Whoa!

Bulk had his magic compressed on both arms.

When you put your left and right fists up, you slap them in with a kill.

I mutilated both fists of the bulk by bringing the sword of shapes back and forth.

A fist falls to the ground.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!?

Bulk screams as he sprinkles blood splashes.

Look at his big, lying upper body, and I'll slash his knee.

I tore my thigh and flank with a flipped blade.

Bulk, whose tendon was broken, kneels.

Still, I didn't give up, and I've been frowning and trying to bite.

I slap both eyes of the bulk with a flash of sword.

Suffocating him, he folded a series of strikes.

There is no mercy there.

Thoroughly take away all resistance.

"Ghee, Ghee..."

Bulk groans in agony as it is done.

His arms are hanging loose and he barely moves anymore.

Wings and tails were also turned down in the middle.

Cloudy blood runs from all over his body, smudging the ground.

(You're done)

Warcraft drugs, too, were tantamount to a bad scratch.

I've just been annoyed with my hands, and there's no way I'm hiding any more measures.

Bulk screamed at me when I thought about killing him like this.

"Wait, Tech! Negotiate, Shiyo!

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I stop the sword.

Bulk, speaking with a strange pronunciation, grinned at the monster's face.

"I, Nara, resurrect the brave and kill with Luco and Ga! Demon King Sulamo resurrection Setano, so trust and no Kilha......!

I can state it quickly. It was a begging for life.

cliché but in a reasonable way.

Keeping me interested in the word brave, he was trying to get through this.

(Certainly not a bad way, but...)

I look at the bulk unresponsively.

Breathtaking, he went over words even louder.

"Woohoo, Dwight! Mo, once you meet a brave man, Tight is Swannai or Ne! Cal's enough for me! You meet Taggatte! So, Kokoha, Wise Na, judgment."

"Say no."

I wave the sword of shapes.

Bulk's neck danced through the universe leaving his torso.

After spinning, it falls to the ground.

The torso collapsed as it raised the red fountain, fogging the magic it enclosed.

I averted the return blood. I lower my sword.

There are no hostile reactions around.

Shake off the blood attached to your sword and gently tuck it in your sheath.

- Thus I put an end to a series of disturbances.