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

The sub-gods are squatting on the ground.

Exhausting, he was desperately joining the spots slashed by me.

I'm trying to stop the bleeding, but it's not working very well.

Blood seeps out of the cross section.

(The procedure is unstable. Exactly the limit)

I judge that by the amount of subdivine magic.

Previously, the impossible battle had led him to obstruct the manipulation of space.

It's not like you can use your technique inexhaustibly, no matter how extraordinary your aptitude is.

There are always limits beyond being human.

The sub-gods were way beyond that limit.

It shouldn't have been weird when I lost my mind.

Still, it would be due, for one thing, to obsession that we can continue to treat diligently.

He hasn't given up his victory yet.

Having landed by the sub-god, I approach him with my sword.

The opponent is full of creativity, but can never be alarmed.

The more heroes you hunt down, the more unknown power you exert.

That is not an exception to the sub god.

A sub-god looked up and glanced at this one.

The broken eye is stained bright red.

"I'm... halfway there, you mean?"

"That's right. Not Ready"

I return words in cold blood.

The way the sub-gods were, everything was irresponsible.

Kill those who break with evil and die themselves.

All you have to do is throw everything out and throw it round to the people left behind.

His own mind will be easy.

We don't think ahead, we just fight our beliefs to the chest.

I can confront immense evil without any worries.

Most importantly, it was nothing but self-satisfaction.

Far from a fundamental solution.

"If you defeat evil, there will be peace. How happy would it have been if it had been that simple a structure? Unfortunately, reality isn't that sweet"

"Ku...... uhh"

A teeth-beating sub-god sharpens the eye.

A distortion of space was about to arise in my torso.

I perceived it, half-body and amputate the distortion.

The phenomenon of spatial destruction failed and the magic was fogged.

I tell you with my sword down.

"I've already learned the procedure. The same hand won't work."

I am a wise man.

If you take the same sorcery over and over again, you know how to deal with it.

An efficient method of destruction had already been established.

As for the spatial magic of the sub-gods, they can be cut with swords without having to see them.

"Let me assure you as a pioneer. You shouldn't expect people to have a purifying effect. What happens after your death is an ugly usurpation of profits. There is no peace there."

"Shut up!

The sub-god waved one hand.

I am going to amputate that hand before the procedure is activated.

The fallen arm had not been split into hundreds to retain its original shape.

Joining would be impossible first.

"Ku, gu..."

Sub-god groans.

There was blood overflowing from the cross section.

Now he's lost both arms.

The hands of the attack are limited and the technique should not be satisfactorily used.

I add a blade to the neck of the subgod.

"Sleep here. I'm enough to despair of the world"

"... eh"

Sub-god perseveres in trying to work out his technique.

But the spatial manipulation failed, and he fell after a cramp.

Blood spills out of its mouth.

The blood was darkening and discoloured.

Sub-god tries to get up, but falls without strength in his ankle.

His body was slowly starting to rot.

There are spots on my skin, and I'm collapsing from it.

A sub-god notices it opens his eyes.

"What... Huh!?

"It's poison of temper. It's eroding your flesh."

However, I'm not the one who planted the temper.

It was Grom who fought the first time.

He mixed his temper when he amputated the arm of the sub-god.

The surface of the effect was delayed due to trace amounts, but instead it could erode without being detected.

Even though he knew he couldn't help himself, Grom was delivering as much as he could.

Questioning so far has been like buying time, so to speak.

Having noticed the mix of temper, I waited for the effect to show.

The prospectus was a brilliant success.

It is also true that he was interested in the subdivine doctrinal claims, but only after buying time.

If he had been distracted along the way, he would have interrupted the conversation and attacked.

The sub-gods underestimated the grom.

Aware of all the showdown with me. I missed it too fatally.

If I hadn't underestimated Grom from the start, I wouldn't have been distracted.

"I see... I do, die, it seems..."

Sub-god exhales slowly.

Lying, he watched the void as he spit black blood.

He is pulling out his entire body and closing his eyes thinly.

I thought I'd take his breath away as it was, and he could roar to the best of his power.

- But you're on the road, too.

At the next moment, the torso of the subgod burst.

A hole is created there and the space is heavily distorted.

A side of the area swells up.

The hole began to inhale the subspace itself.