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

Late that night, I visited the world tree by myself.

Front crystal flower gardens and magnificent world trees.

In a cool breeze, I stood idly by doing nothing.

Not long ago the feast was over.

It was a great time and I think the delivery was satisfactory.

Most of them are probably sleeping drunk right now.

Let it go now.

It is only about noon to return.

It is incompetent to wake those who sleep well.

There's nothing to rush about.

If anything, I'll just hurry.

I look up at the world tree.

The World Tree boasted endless beauty.

It makes me feel painful that I am a small being.

(Elves know exactly why they keep protecting the land)

The world tree is a thing that must never be invaded.

What those driven by greed touch is an act close to blasphemy.

The world tree could also be an object of worship.

It is mine now.

The forest of the world tree and the elves who live there, because they fell into the hands of the demon king.

Regardless, I'm not actually going to privatize it.

It was the intention to leave the management to the elves in the future.

However, it is my job to defend against external enemies.

Many countries aim for this land.

Until now, I couldn't get my hands on it because of the Empire, but now I'm a servant of the Demon King's Land.

A grand invasion is possible in the name of saving the world.

I want to not only strengthen and stabilize the demonic kingdom, but also thoroughly protect this land.

Considering the specific equipment and enhancements in view, he sensed suspicious signs.

I immediately concentrate my spirit.

And I was stunned.

"Ko, he... eh"

Someone was about to break into the junction that was strewn out in the woods.

The constantly unfolding defensive magic is also broken one after the other.

I bolster my connections and defensive witchcraft.

But they were all deactivated.

Unable to withstand extreme loads, the junction begins to collapse.

If destruction is caused by a simple attack, it is unlikely that it will be easily countered so far.

To wear my defense instantly, that's what it takes out of common sense.

Perhaps the opponent uses special techniques.

The praisers here were extremely troublesome.

(This on the arrow tip I thought I'd protect...)

From the witchcraft I feel, I roughly identify my opponent's abilities.

Apparently, this is space magic.

Looks like the other guy's going to break into the woods with a transfer.

I immediately exercise the technique of inhibiting metastases.

Pulled up the output in an attempt to obstruct the target's intrusion.

"... cum"

After a moment of antagonism, I realize that the adversarial technique failed.

It felt like the other guy slipped through.

To this stage, no obstruction by surgery was possible.

Something falls into the bush behind me after the sound of the air.

It was the brown-skinned man who came out shaking the grass.

Her upper body is naked and her skin is surprisingly engraved with a blue surgical formula.

The white hairbrush swayed as my head moved.

From the gap in my stretched forehead, my cloudy eyes look at this one.

The man paid off leaves and branches attached to his body.

When he breathes one, he squeals with a calm voice.

"- You surprised me. The coordinates have shifted dramatically. That's the Demon King."

"Who are you"

In response to my question, the man scratches his gray hair.

I stand defenseless, but only my eyes observe me in cold blood.

Bottomless eyesight.

Though I can't peek at strong emotions, there's something swirling behind my eyes.

The man pales out the answer.

"He's not as good as a name, but he's called a" sub-god "from around him. They say it's the generic name of those who lead to God. I don't think that's a good name for him."

"Sub-god..."

I repeat the man's words.

I have some knowledge of the word subGod.

Though infrequent, it had appeared in myths and heroes Tan.

Refers to those who lead to God, or those who have lost their way to God.

As a common denominator, the sub-gods possess supernormal powers.

Show off your overwhelming abilities in any story.

Most in reality, there is no subgod in the true sense.

It is only an expression to honor and fear its isolated strength.

Such an interpretation among the intellectuals, I had the same idea.

But the man who names the sub-god in front of him was not such a dimension.

The ability to break my inhibition and fulfill my intrusion is clearly beyond the realm of intelligence.

Narrowing down to the point of spatial magic, I was even outdone by the Demon King.

(... in simple output I was winning)

The man has overcome it with miraculous skill and aptitude.

Spatial magic has few users per se.

Until now, the surgeon was unprecedented.

It is enough to be convincing even when it is said to be a sub-god.

I inquire without loosening my guard.

"Why did such a man come here?"

"Of course, to kill the Demon King... but not here. The damage is too great. I don't want to bother the woods and elves of the world trees."

The man says as he looks around.

It was an outrageously conscientious answer.

It's not like lying or joking.

The man looks like he's serious about it.

The identity of the opponent is unknown, but he doesn't seem to like destruction.

Except you're not going to kill me.

I mean, he's one of the heroes.

Besides the warmaiden and the steel knight, it was unexpected that there would have been such a man.

The fact that the secret detective was not informed must have just woken up or was born top-secret.

Whatever it is, it is something that cannot be ignored.

While I tour my thoughts, the man continues to talk in nature.

"The only purpose today is to declare war. Sooner or later, I offer a duel here. I want you to take that."

"What if I say no"

"Launch an indiscriminate attack on the Demon King's Land. It hurts my heart to slaughter a sinless people, but I can't help it. This is for the grandeur too."

The man declared in the same tone.

It's not just a threat.

This man was actually just prepared to carry out the massacre.

It is not an act of madness.

It is a gift of unusual spiritual power.

It suppresses deep emotions and precedes only a sense of purpose.

I was a person of a lineage I had never seen before.

It would be heterogeneous among heroes.

I'm trying to exchange evil for righteousness.

It was a doctrine reminiscent of me today.

I ask a man as he feels chest pain.

"Are you leaving here today?"

"Whatever. We want to change the day and place."

The man answers plainly.

Shortly afterwards, I exercised countless techniques.

A mollusk grown from the ground wraps around a man's limbs.

A blade of air generated in the universe split into hundreds and surrounded the man.

An amplified gravitational wave strikes a man and plunges him to the ground to his ankle.

In the meantime, the man was but remained.

I'm not particularly panicky, I'm just looking at this one.

It was a transcendent attitude.

With the surgery activated, I speak to the man.

"- You think I'll let you get away with it?

"On the contrary, may we fight here? The damage is enormous. Dependencies could be further ground. I'm sure you understand our strength."

…………

I will be silent.

The man's point was true.

Fighting breaks out on this occasion is an undesirable development even for me.

The other person has an unusual power.

I'm sure I couldn't afford to fight with care around me.

The users of space magic are extremely destructive.

The range of effects is also basically wide.

If you become as much of a surgeon as a man, the forest of the world tree will perish before you defeat it.

Because I know that, man, I'm treading that I can't attack.

…………

As they thought, I lifted the surgery.

The man glances at this one, making sure his hands and feet are in good shape.

"Don't worry. I don't waste my life. For the sole purpose of dismantling the Demon King's Army."

"Dismantling."

"I believe that's justice. So do it."

The man still stated in a flat tone.

For a moment, an intense obsession peeks into its eyes.

It is a firm will to carry out its purpose.

But it soon went into hiding.

When the man shows his back here, he goes straight into the bush.

"In the dawn of reunion, one dies. Remember that. Now if you'll excuse me."

The man, who unilaterally told him, rocks the bush and proceeds to the back.

I chase down there and fish the bushes.

The man had vanished neglectfully.