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

Sub-god stiffens with surprise.

It was his right arm that was amputated.

Blood erupts from the cross section, wetting the ground.

When the sub-god attached the other hand, the bleeding stopped.

I guess I'm holding it down with my abilities.

He then gazes at his falling own arm.

One arm disappeared and was drawn to the subGod.

When he grabs one arm with his safe hand, he pushes the cross section against each other.

My arm was joined for a short time.

The sub-god opens and closes his fingers.

It doesn't seem particularly uncomfortable.

They're connected precisely to the nerves.

It is a terrible restorative force.

The sub-god stepped down on earth.

There are grom wreckages rolling around.

There's no sign of movement, just a stir.

"The final blow was brilliant"

That's what the sub-gods do with their hands.

Grom was subjected to spatial compression from the top and shattered to a few remaining areas.

Thorough destruction renders it completely inoperable.

…………

I am aware of my normal mind.

As long as we can replenish the magic, Grom can be resurrected.

It is not so easy to perish.

In terms of immortality, it was one of the best of the undead.

So we must not lack calm here.

The sub-gods glance at the shattered groms.

Then he looked at me.

"It was still no big deal. In front of this power, it's just a fragile being"

"He did his part. Too much work."

I disagree with the sub-gods.

Sub-god exhaled, letting one arm move.

In the cloudy eyes, you can admire and scorn.

"Did you amputate your arm? Or let you use one end of your abilities? Either way, it's the end of the story. It doesn't affect victory or defeat."

Sub-god states in a chilly manner.

Grom's struggle is meaningless to him.

I say nothing back.

I'm not here to argue.

If I let you down, it wasn't like I had any gain here.

What I should do would be to reflect Grom's contribution in the results.

Other than that, you shouldn't make your emotions extra daunting.

I pull the sword out of my sheath and stand in a familiar motion.

It's a sword move that killed the former Demon King.

Even today, he has slaughtered various heroes.

The sword itself has a cause and effect that cannot be wiped.

And tonight, a new history is added there.

Sub-god looked surprised to see me.

He asks me.

"Is it just a sword? Are you chronic when you intend to fight with something like that"

"It's not a chronic mind. I'm going to show you proof of that."

I step forward.

With his sword in place, he approaches the subgod quietly.

I was not in a hurry and kept moving my legs at regular intervals.

I generally know how to fight the sub-gods.

I can also guess how to use my abilities.

Watch the other way out on it.

It's never been passive.

That guy's sword moves are excellent at fighting back.

The defensive techniques developed from the ground up dominated.

She has kept in mind that she will not be injured anyway.

Because minor wounds can shape the outcome in the battle against the Demons.

On top of brave operation, let's call it essential technology.

As a result, her sword was elevated to the right mould for it.

…………

The sub-gods are observing this one.

Pretending to be calm, but restless in their terminal behavior.

Seems confused by the unexpected way out.

I suppose you thought I was going to make a sweep.

Apparently, the sub-gods are not used to fighting.

There was a lack of absolute experience.

Considering the earlier movements, there seems to be a lot of training, but that's just a burning blade, too.

It was all a battle that relied on ability.

Most of all, that's hard to say a weakness.

Because most opponents can be defeated even if they rely on their abilities.

Not so long ago, the ability of the sub-gods was unorthodox.

It has the strength to overshadow all disadvantages and take victory.

(but that doesn't go through more than the same)

A sub-god tries to move his arm.

I concentrated my consciousness even more on his behavior and change.

The extended finger fades off the tip and disappears.

They're connecting spaces away and transferring only some of them elsewhere.

I guess you're going to roll out the unintended blow from it.

It was a procedure that decided Grom's back.

I flash my sword according to my instincts.

The slaughter, unleashed while reversing his torso, severed the hand of the subgod looming from the blind spot.

Wave the sword even more continuously.

The hands of the sub-gods stretching out of the void are dismantled from finger to wrist.

"... eh"

Sub-god can pull his hand in.

The held hands were bloodstained.

The cutting point is already joined.

(That's fast treatment. pretty used to it)

I just can't use space magic to imitate that much dexterity.

Perhaps you trained not to die.

I can see the effort.

"Why is the sword safe? I should have been able to destroy it with my current contact."

Sub-god says as he looks at the Sword of Shape.

I swung away the sticky blood and answered.

"I slashed it at a rate that was not interfered with by space magic. I didn't do anything difficult."

When you come into contact with a sub-god, space clears up.

And destroyed without question.

Even with my output, it will be difficult to resist.

At first glance it feels invincible, but its state is not always maintained.

The sub-gods are consciously activated.

If it is not activated, the attack will go through, as Grom did when he used the temper thread.

In addition, the subgod's spatial magic had the disadvantage of creating a time difference before activation.

I saw the battle earlier and realized it.

The more powerful the technique, the larger the accumulation.

Only for a few moments, there was a respite that only allowed one arm to be severed by activation.

Raising the sword speed made it possible to deal with subdivine space magic.

"Stupid......"

"Did this prove it? I'm not being chronic. We're gonna do everything we can to get rid of you."

I declare as I turn my cutting edge.

The Sword of Shape reflected the blue and white light in the light of the moon.

A glimmer of blood passes through it, dripping off.

Sub-god blurred as he cared about his slashed arm.

"I thought he was a magician, but he was mistaken. No way. Rich the Swordsman."

"Did you notice?"

"I just thought it was a surprise. There is no shade in the Demon King's Crusade."

The eyes of the sub-gods were boosting the temper of war.

I have not yet given up victory, even though my abilities have been countered.

Looks like you're going to do everything you can to kill me.

The figure will rightly be that of a hero.

- Let's go.

The subgod who has set himself up generates distortions in all directions.

I've attacked them with them.