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

That night, Grom and I went to the Old Demon Territory.

It was a sober wilderness with nothing.

Overhead there is a night sky, full moon with stars.

This is where the duel was designated.

It was originally Diera's residence, but the sub-gods ignored it.

It is unclear whether Diela herself is aware of this.

Probably chose this because this is the least annoying place for third parties.

Such a vast and deserted zone is rare.

Where the fighting has intensified, there is nothing with far-reaching aftermath.

In this sense, it was the perfect place for a duel.

It must be a thankful condition even for me.

Secondary damage cannot occur here where all efforts have been made.

Grom looks around.

He was revealing his strong vigilance.

"Will it really show up..."

"It's bound to come. You must have made a promise."

I assure you.

I was sure about this.

Grom asks in surprise.

"Is there any basis for this?

"That man - I'm under the impression I talked to the sub-gods. I had a firm belief. He doesn't condone other deception."

The justice of the Sub-God is consistent.

Even when we met in front of the world tree, we considered the damage to the forest and elves.

He also walked away without attacking me because he didn't want to make as many sacrifices as possible.

Sub-god is hesitant to wield his own power.

At least I'm not a bad guy.

He was trying to kill me, skipping the damage account.

The dismantling of the Demon King's Army is an end, which seems to mean that we want to rid the world of evil and make peace.

The philosophy can be affirmed.

Whatever is at the end of the fulfilment, the heart that desires peace is a good one.

I am aware of the sword of shapes hanging on my hips.

I've brought it with me firmly this time.

The sub-gods are enough opponents to use this sword.

We have to make sure it's done.

If you were to kill without letting him escape, it would have been best to slash him with a sword of shapes.

That's when I sense air degeneration.

That was only a slight change.

So much so that I thought it was my fault.

But it did change.

It was the same no matter how many times I checked.

I advise Grom.

"It should be time to come. Keep your head tight."

"Ha! Got it"

Grom set himself up with a quick move.

He's always ready to deal with it.

I put my hand on the sword pattern too.

Strengthen your body with various sorceries to sharpen and clarify your consciousness.

Depending on how the sub-gods come out, they will pull right through.

Eventually a distortion of space was created forward.

It is the sub-god who emerged from it.

White hairy hair on brown skin.

The blue surgical ceremony engraved all over his body was the same as when we met before.

Sub-god looks at this one and opens his mouth.

"Did I make you wait?"

"Don't worry about it. We just got here, too."

"Right."

Sub-god responds coldly.

The calm appearance was as if it were natural.

He didn't look like the one who was going to do the duel.

However, it's not that I'm not prepared.

his eyes peeking into the gaps in his hair, gazing at me with a core glance

The eyes of those with a mission.

I am prepared to risk my own life for a purpose.

He was a subgod who had been solidified and immobile for a while, but suddenly pointed to Grom.

He asks me.

"Why did you accompany the proximity? It won't be necessary for a duel."

"I am not forbidden to enter the war under my command. We're gonna work together to get rid of you."

When I answer, the sub-god smiles slightly

Something seems to be dissatisfying.

He says as he looks at this one in surprise.

"... you're serious. Indeed, the immortal possesses an unusual power. But it's not an area where you can step into this fight. You know that."

"You're not the one who decides that"

I look to Grom.

Grom nodded and moved forward.

This was something I had decided beforehand.

He only has hope, and Grom fights first.

The purpose was thus to show me a little bit of the power of the sub-gods.

Grom stops at a certain distance and confronts the sub-gods.

He cut out the story with grandeur.

"I am powerless. Is that what you said?

"Definitely. I said so."

Sub-god answers instantly.

It sounds like a provocation, but it's not.

He is merely stating the facts.

Grom, on the other hand, sent anger into his eight arms.

They swung and transformed into a form of weapon, and in addition a black flame was lit.

While spinning the eight kinds of weapons, Grom proclaims them with a groundhowling voice.

"- All right. That misperception must be corrected."

…………

The sub-gods are still nestled in nature.

I was quietly observing Grom, without feeling anything in particular.

In the middle of it, he shifts his gaze on me.

"Leave it to the side. Is it a sight of heights? You're in a big position."

"He's a demon king, so he must be in a big position."

I return words based on some dislike and provocation.

If this is going to cut the attention of the sub-gods at all, it's going to be profitable.

The sub-god returned his gaze to the grom.

Magic grows in his body.

The general procedure began to glow brightly.

"It's a thin one. That's how I watch my men perish."

The moment I finished saying it, the appearance of the sub-god disappeared.