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

Raise the sword of shape and roll out the swing from directly above.

It's a special blow that even cuts off dragons.

"... ugh."

The subgod who preceded it sharpens the sight.

As if avoiding gaze, the slaughter trajectory drifts off.

My aim wasn't crazy.

The sub-gods are distorting space and converting it to evasion.

(but sweet)

This degree of obstruction could have been predicted.

I start fine-tuning between moments.

I changed the angle with the wrist return and it was slashed as-is.

A subgod who understands the failure of evasion transfers.

I perceived ahead and unleashed a sword spike behind my back.

The cutting-edge was buried in the bosom of the subgod.

But if you look closely, you haven't hit it.

Only the breasts of the sub-gods are hollow.

(Did you transfer only the hit points separately)

While admiring the clever way, I pay my sword to the horizontal girdle.

The sub-gods have metastasized further and retreated far backwards.

We confront each other quite a distance apart.

Much time had passed since the battle began.

The morning sun is about to peek from the horizon.

Sub-god was experiencing a mild shortness of breath.

It is a drain from the continuous use of witchcraft.

He possesses an enormous amount of magic, but still not enough to withstand a long battle.

With me, who receives an almost inexhaustible supply of magic from the valley of the dead, there was an elegance from the ground up.

Sub-god wipes the blood dripping from the edge of his mouth.

"Here... you can't lose, you can't. Our mission to save the world..."

I feel uncomfortable with the way it looks.

This attack must not have been effective yet.

I have amputated my body several times, but the sub-gods bond each time.

Magic has still been dealt with in space magic.

I'm not letting you suffer a blood-dropping wound.

Even with excessive magic consumption, I feel the symptoms are a little heavy.

I visually analyzed the body of the sub-God.

Point out to him what you noticed there.

"You're cutting lives with the use of surgery. Why are you so desperate?"

"Because the death of the Demon King will lead to peace for the people."

Sub-god holds his chest and coughs.

When he threw up his blood, he stomped it abominably.

"I was, until this time, an unknown sorcerer. He's a boring man with only a few spatial magic aptitudes."

Sub-god confesses his own past.

His anonymity was generally as expected.

If his name was known before he became a hero, a secret detective has found out.

What I couldn't do about it would be that I didn't have any credit for it.

Sub-god glanced at his own spitting blood.

He takes a deep breath, asks me.

"Do you know the ritual magic that produces heroes? It's that forbidden technique that was carried out in Holy Cane Country."

"I know. Steel knights, war maidens... you must have had your own surgery."

"That's right. We fit the technique. Except I'm not like the other two. Originally a helpless ordinary person, ritual witchcraft volunteered to receive"

Steel knights and war maidens are probably some sort of handover.

Being famous for a long time, they were asked to do so by the state as a prospect.

At a stage when the activation of ritual witchcraft became realistic, the candidate seemed to have been determined.

Sub-god, on the other hand, became an experimental entity himself.

If you believe his words, you are formerly an unnamed sorcerer.

It would have been of little use, such as the suitability of space magic.

Essentially, space magic, which consumes more magic than other sorceries and is difficult to handle, has not been systematized due to the small number of users.

From a regular person's point of view, it can be described as a half-baked talent that you can only afford.

"There were a large number of applicants, but they didn't stay except me and died. Only I became a false hero. Ritual magic gave him unparalleled abilities. But I didn't think it was enough. This does not extend to the Demon King."

Sub-god stares at me with strong eyesight.

The slightly blood-running eye had a bottomless obsession.

Though facial changes are scarce, only the eyes tell the story of his passion.

"I put twelve more bans on this body. It was a pain equal to death, but I managed to endure it. It's all about the destruction of the Demon King - and therefore the restoration of peace in the world."

The general procedure seems to be one of forbidden techniques.

Gray-haired hairbrushing hair would also have sequelae.

If that's all you're being unscrupulous about, I'm also convinced that the use of surgery can save your life.

Rather, it was so strange why he was alive.

(Probably due to his mental strength)

The thought of defeating the Demon King attracted a miracle.

It would be an area that cannot be explained by reason.

That's when the sub-gods put their hands together and began to increase their magic.

He closes his eyes and squeals something.

That looked like a chant.

I rebuild my sword.

(It's been unchanging... come here and say it's a chant?

I have a bad feeling about it.

I shoot off a thunderbolt that distracts me.

It was fogged before it reached the sub-gods.

dragged into the distortion of space.

They look like they're full of gaps, but magic still doesn't work.

In the meantime, the subgod's technique was completed.

His magic radiates all around him and interferes with the entire nearby space.

A crack ran into the wilderness waiting for dawn.

The sky and the earth rose indiscriminately and began to transform into a white monochromatic space.

I tried to interfere with it by witchcraft, but none of it worked.

- The world is turning upside down.

It was a phenomenon that could only be described as so.

Soon the wilderness will vanish and we will stand in a space of nothing.

Sub-god lowered his hand, fluttering and about to fall.

He is sweating like a waterfall and the focus of his eyes is obscured.

Blood color is as bad as dead people.

In such a state, yet he speaks firmly.

"It's subspace. The connection to the outside world has been severed. There should be no more magic than being isolated."

"... Hmm"

It is true that the connection with the valley of the dead is disconnected.

I'm not likely to benefit from a magic supply.

It seemed like my weakening was what I wanted to do while all that wear out.

Sub-god coughs hard.

There was sticky blood leaking out of the gap in his pressed hand.

When he releases his red-stained hands, he declares in a plundered voice.

"The brave men of this world, are dead. So I frustrate evil. You can't be defeated."