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

The impending tip is aimed at the chest of the dedicated machine.

He grabbed the tip of his forehead, but his finger was easily severed.

The spear is pushed in without losing momentum as it is.

A spike captured the chest of the dedicated machine and a twist was applied.

Disruptive forces diffuse and the interior is ravaged.

An explosion occurred due to malfunction and the embedded parts were splashed.

"Yah!"

The war maiden steps in and pokes up a spear with magic.

The surgical formula of the dedicated machine completely collapsed.

Fire from all locations and shut down the function while spilling black smoke.

- I watched it from behind the maiden of war.

Lift your bone arms and build your surgery with your fingertips at the starting point.

Compressed magic to the extreme was converted into ice and fired at speeds beyond sound.

Ice burst into the back of the war maiden.

It penetrates without even showing the resistance of the shards and chooses her shoulders wide in the aftermath.

"Huh... Huh!?

The war maiden looks back in dismay.

As she pulled the spear out of the dedicated plane, she rushed toward us.

They also use a thousand severed arms to launch an attack.

I moved backwards in the metastasis and activated the curse.

A jade grown from the ground is entangled in the maiden of war.

Even though the flames overflowed from the bamboo, the maiden of war cut off the bamboo.

I shoot the ice in there again.

The war maiden destroyed it with a spear.

It shouldn't be the speed at which you can see out at this distance, but is it intuition?

It is a tremendous response.

"Ku, uh..."

The war maiden glances at her torso.

There were holes in his belly and chest.

It is a mark of light and ice.

The bleeding momentum had slowed considerably.

I guess there's not enough left to spill out of the body.

Her complexion is blue-white like that of a dead man.

She shrugs as she looks at the dedicated plane that remains down.

"What..."

"It's not a difficult story. I just disconnected from the Golem before I got a spike."

And I've metastasized to this place with my original body.

Sure, they poked at me by accident, but that's not necessarily why they knock me down.

I was using a special machine for these times.

If I say so, it is like a substitute.

Bad for the director who developed the dedicated machine, but he let me make the most of it.

Thanks to this I was able to launch an ambush on the war maiden.

Most of all, it is true that I was convinced that I would die in that attack.

He said he was conscious not to be alarmed by all that, but I imitated the detour.

We need to be careful in the future.

"Ku......!

A war maiden groaning with remorse, but moves quickly.

In response to an intense spear blow, I played with a magic sword.

Shake it out to flip it even further and slit her wrist.

The maiden of war took the spear off, but she grabbed it up with her other hand.

I wave my magic sword down there.

The defense itself would make it, but the war maiden turned back in shock.

The injury to one leg does not seem to have led to a good stomping.

"Give it up. That move won't work anymore"

I wave my magic sword as I slowly move forward.

The war maiden has fought desperately.

But fast meetings go by me dominance.

The war maiden gradually retreated, with more cuts all over her body.

Sometimes the blade pierces its body.

Slightly shallow, but also wore forehead and heart.

Still, the war maiden doesn't stop.

Never giving up in the midst of disadvantages, he is aiming for a triumph with tiger vision.

I just learned to question. I ask.

"Why not die. It must be fatal."

…………

The war maiden does not answer.

She keeps moving the spear silently.

I carried it with my magic sword.

Along the way, he moulds the torso of an empty war maiden.

The diagonally severed body only slightly seeped blood.

The war maiden gives a slightly painful look.

However, there is no way of dying.

(That's just crazy. hiding something)

I scrutinize war maidens from a magical point of view.

Conscious not to miss just one discomfort.

The result is a great harvest.

I speak as I hunt down the war maiden with slaughter.

"Are you removing your soul? Where do you keep it?"

"... ugh."

When the war maiden opened her eyes, she bit her teeth spicy.

Apparently it was a star.

A soul that every human being is supposed to have.

That did not exist in the war maiden.

It is only fitted with magic disguised like a soul.

Perhaps he's taking his soul out of the forbidden arts and resting it elsewhere.

That prevents the destruction of the soul, acquiring pseudo but immortality.

That's why I can move even with an immediate death injury.

"Well, fine. If you don't have the ability to regenerate, it's until you completely destroy the flesh."

I attack the maiden of war by a fierce assault.

The battle so far allowed me to grasp the abilities of the war maiden.

I didn't even have to be overly vigilant anymore.

She's obviously doing everything she can.

All you have to do is build up a response tailored to each ability.

"Ha!"

"Sweet"

Spike the spear and cut off the warmaiden's knee as a counterattack.

She nearly fell and laid her hands on the ground.

He waves his spear forcefully from there.

When I gently jumped and dodged, I flashed my magic sword.

It was a neck-to-neck orbit, but it gets bounced off by a drawn spear.

"Me, ha! Free the soul trapped in that valley...... ugh!

The war maiden screams in tears.

She rose with a full, creative body, and the spear showed further acceleration.

One step at a time, he knocks in a special attack.

But reality is ruthless.

None of the overwhelming attacks ever reached me.

Many times they destroy the Magic Sword, yet I defend all of it.

In it he countered the war maiden.

He first slashed his right arm and then severed his left leg in the middle.

Further through each joint of the left arm and stop stitching the remaining right leg to the ground with a blade.

The war maiden could not pull out the magic sword and could only kneel in a half position.

She stares at me with a face wet with blood and tears.

It was a crossed expression with no anger, sadness and regret.

I tell her.

"Do you have something to say? Let's hear it at the end."

"I... don't want to be immortal..."

The war maiden says in a thin voice.

When I heard the answer, I stopped moving for just a moment.

But nod back to me immediately.

"Okay. Accept that wish"

It emits a blue flame from a ragged hand.

The flames engulfed the maiden of war, burning her body to the marrow of her bones.

She disappears without even leaving ashes.

The total loss of the flesh will soon cause the soul, which will be kept somewhere, to collapse.

In the case of the war maiden, the self was with the flesh.

Even more brittle, such as the soul of the shell.

I never bothered to reveal my whereabouts.

"Hmm..."

I see my own hand.

The tip was melting from the elbow and it was starting to collapse.

It was the flame of purification that burned the maiden of war.

I was also once called a wise man and have fought various demons.

Some of them include the mighty immortal.

To counter them, naturally, he had also mastered holy magic.

Most of all, if we exercise ourselves in the immortal, we will destroy ourselves in this way.

So I basically never use it.

It was my respect to burn the war maiden with the flame of purification.

I thought it was the end she deserved.

Soul extraction is an act that involves unimaginable suffering.

If I did poorly, I feared I would fail and die.

They are also repelled by ethical issues.

The general perception was that there was something close to the immortal.

In other words, it is like an evil technique.

Nonetheless, the war maiden had removed her soul.

He gave himself only to destroy me.

There must have been a grid.

Let's just say the readiness is real.

It was never something I could scorn.

Staring at the burning ground with flames as they cut off the purifying arms.

There are no traces of her left as one.

The hero named War Maiden was completely wiped out of the world.

Meanwhile, the arms of the bones rolling down the ground are melting with sound.

I can't help but be ugly.

(- Even I didn't want to be immortal)

For a moment, bug spit runs inside himself.

I felt strong nausea when I said there was nothing I could put out.

Try not to think about anything more.

It's unprofitable thinking.

Better forget it soon.

When I recovered the plane, I immediately returned to the King's Capital.