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

In my words, the sub-gods tremble.

That was due to extreme anger.

He squeezes his voice out of the back of his throat as he turns his blood-running eyes.

"Mission... that world peace is the mission of the Demon King? Make up your mind about jokes. What are you talking about?"

"There is no great difference between you and my will. Thoughts are similar. There's just a decisive difference. I'm ready for that."

I keep talking.

The sub-gods are not attacking.

I guess he's interested in continuing the conversation.

I wonder what the Demon King, located at the opposite pole, will say because he weighs peace and justice.

"After dismantling the Demon King's Army, you said you'd die of your own. He said that his own existence could create new confusion."

You're absolutely right.

I imagine the same future.

The sub-gods are out of the standard for freely manipulating space magic.

In a world that has destroyed the Demon King's army, there is no one who can confront him.

When that happens, there will be a quarrel whirling the sub-gods.

Every nation wants to add him to their umbrella.

As a blind eye, some would want to wipe it out.

Inevitably, a dispute arises.

Sacrifice comes second to sacrifice, and it can be irrevocable.

Therefore, dying before such confusion occurs is not one of the measures.

lead to removing the root cause.

Big problems will be avoided.

"But then the world is about who keeps the peace. Humans repeat the same mistake over and over again. Where we have destroyed ritual witchcraft, we will try to gain strength by another means. That way, the dispute will still erupt"

"Humans can reflect on mistakes and grow from them. If there is a dispute, the people of that era will settle it."

"That's sweet"

I assured him to block it.

The sub-gods wander.

His hands held a distortion of space.

Never mind, I point out.

"If you had the mighty power and wanted to change the world, stick it through. Why choose death and try to leave it to others"

"Oh, that's..."

"If you really want peace, you just have to keep saving the world forever. As absolute justice, we should continue to destroy evil"

Standing in the opposite position, but for the same reason that I became the Demon King.

Turn it into invincible justice and pay for incessant evil.

That would be one answer.

Although I did not choose, I can show some empathy.

Most of all, it diverged from the claims and policies of the sub-gods.

You can call it a head-on conflict.

"If you're not prepared to live eternity as justice, that's all your life is. Let them feed the demon king."

I take my steps and see the sub-gods in between swords.

The rest, if slashed at the same time as stepping in, could have been killed in the blink of an eye.

Parts of the human body should be able to be amputated, even if they can escape with metastases.

Now chop it up before it's bonded.

By repeating it, we can kill the sub-gods.

…………

The silent sub-god was hunted down but calm.

He gazes at me.

Where that eye showed another color, the sub-god opens his mouth.

"... is that the end of the bullshit? You seem to want to confuse me, but you don't change your mind. It's not a soft pile of mind to be upset by a boring sermon."

All of a sudden, the sub-gods stormed in.

He grabbed a distortion in the palm of his hand and stuck it out to push it.

I pay with my free hand.

The tip disappeared from my wrist.

The palms of the sub-gods can also be torn deep.

While flying blood, he has stepped further in.

"You think it's best to keep destroying evil without dying yourself? Impossible. Not in the personal domain. I just spoke of idealism, and the world doesn't change."

I sense distortion behind my back, and I turn around.

The metastasized sub-god was about to pass by.

His hands still hold the distortion.

The wound on his palm was scratching and causing his flesh to erupt.

The appearance of the sub-god is unnaturally bright.

There was pain running on his face.

When you bite it and endure it, the sub-god jumps up and adds a chase.

"It's trivial if compared to world currents, such as domination of power by individuals in the first place. Soon they will be eliminated. Then we should not interfere thoroughly with the branch of the moment."

I fly.

The sub-gods have kicked into space and followed.

Even more frequently, distortions are ejected, and metastases are used more often.

He has set up an irregular series of attacks from up, down, left and right.

I even keep dodging.

In severe cases, the distortion was cut with a sword of form.

Gradually shredded, but free from fatal damage.

The Sub-God's onslaught adds momentum rather than stopping.

"Justice is spinning in the name of many! Never, demon king, speak, not!

With a strong cry, a hand grasping the distortion touched my torso from the front.

It flickered in, instantly causing the black bone to disappear.

My body began to collapse around that point.

The face of the sub-god is convinced of victory.

When he put his other hand up, he's been trying to tap it into the wasting.

I flickered and flashed my sword.

Cut off the hand that wears itself.

As he diagonally broke the torso of the subgod to flow as it was, he scowled his face with a blade to return.

The slaughter broke the right eye of the sub-god.

"but ha...... ugh!?

The subgod, who turned his back, spit out blood.

He tries to join his severed hands.

I chopped my hand before that and stopped it.

The sub-god, with his own flesh pieces, crashes down in silence.

He couldn't even take it and clashed to the ground.

"- Half way. Everything's halfway there."

I shrug.

It rained from overhead.

My whole body gets wet.

Perceiving its cold, I went down to earth.