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

Before the feeling of being dragged in, I jump out instantly.

Still, it was dangerous, so I stuck my sword to the ground and endured.

It was a tremendous suction.

Unfortunately, it has intensified over time.

I see a sub-god.

In his torso, which burst, a hole had been created.

The hole is sucking in the subspace.

Sub-god's body, when looked closely, was bleeding with his skin turned upside down.

It is slowly entering the hole.

Sub-gods maintain their own flesh as a catalyst for space distortion.

I didn't even hate to destroy myself, I was forcing the suction.

(I guess you decided that spatial magic wouldn't work for me, a quote invaded by curiosity)

Seriously, this was the last resort of the sub-gods.

I'm trying to squeeze the power to stay and decide on my murder.

I fire thunderbolts and fireballs at sub-gods.

But it all sucked into the hole.

The hole continues to aspirate as if nothing had happened.

Cracks ran all over the subspace.

Under load from aspiration, it is on the verge of bankruptcy.

When I was caught in the collapse, I was suspicious that even I would be safe.

I'll also try other restraint sorcery, interference by spatial sorcery, and even a curse ban, all of which are deactivated.

That hole is incomparable with previous space magic.

Let's just call it something else.

Close to the intrinsic ability allowed only by the sub-gods.

Sometimes he just risked his life to activate it.

When I was dragged in, I had a feeling I couldn't be safe.

That said, I can't even leave you alone.

If we breathe out the subspace like this, the hole will also interfere with the original world.

I can't imagine how much damage the hell will be done by the time the sub-gods die.

It was definitely not on a scale that could ever be ignored.

(You have to stop eating here)

When I'm ready, I pull my sword off the ground.

The body floated in the universe and was drawn to the subGod first.

(- Please, help me)

I feel strongly in my heart knowing that prayer and other unacceptable bodies.

The holes in space where everything swallows have been imminent to this day.

Anticipating an intermission, flash the Sword of Shapes.

The slaughter of the whole body cut the hole without slight lag.

As soon as that happened, the suction weakened.

The broken holes are offsetting each other.

I unleash a chase.

The Sword of Shape pierced the heart of the Subgod, and from there jumped momentum well.

The blade falls out of the subgod's heart shoulder mouth.

"A, ah......"

Sub-god leaks his voice.

Cloudy eyes, staring at me.

I'm looking at this one with a broken eye as well.

I can't peek at my emotions there.

He just shed a few tears.

Along the trajectory of the sword, the superior body of the subgod is torn vertically.

Following that, the aspiration of the hole resumed.

The hole begins to preemptively devour the flesh of the sub-gods.

Looks like I stabbed a stop and totally rambled off.

The blood of the erupting sub-god quickly refluxed into the hole.

The meat and bones make a noise and chop a thousand pieces, then disappear into the hole after turning it over.

The volume of the sub-gods was decreasing, gradually losing their human form.

I'll watch the whole thing.

Eventually, the sub-god had his whole body sucked in and only the hole was left.

Due to the death of the surgeon, the maintenance of the hole has deteriorated rapidly and the duration has decreased significantly.

This subspace will suck up, but it shouldn't be able to enter the original world.

Though we were to see the spectacular end, for one thing the purpose was achieved.

(I need to get out too...)

He says he defeated the sub-gods, but it doesn't even go out of style to be killed with the road.

Fortunately, the way out had already been devised.

I activate spatial magic and wave it on the Sword of Shapes.

The slaughter tore the space apart and opened a gap there.

But I try to repair it immediately and close it.

I jump in there and get out of subspace.

I couldn't make it. My lower body was sandwiched in a tear.

The body is severed without being able to resist, rolling unnecessarily on the ground.

Life would be fatal, but I am immortal.

It generates the lower body with temper to obtain nothing.

(You had hair in between...)

I stand up slowly.

There was dawn in the wilderness.

Inevitably you will be in the morning sun and your body hurts.

It feels like salt is applied to the wound.

Most of all, it's just a trivial thing for me right now.

I look around.

The traces of the sub-gods had disappeared without being left behind.

No holes have appeared to aspirate either.

I didn't feel any strangeness like this, just empty wilderness was there.

(He definitely seems dead)

Sub-god did all justice.

Looking back again, he was a terrible person.

Though I could not agree with a thorough belief, his feeling of piercing justice was undoubtedly authentic.

Yes, the sub-gods wanted world peace.

The general purpose should be the same as mine.

(I wonder how this is taking a different path)

Ask yourself, but don't even have to think about it.

In me and the sub-gods, what I've seen is different.

One way or another, I defeated the great evil with that man and saw the world ahead.

The opposing sub-god hasn't seen anything yet.

He was in the process of enforcing justice.

This difference is huge and hard to fill.

Knowing that just justice was not enough, I was determined to become an indestructible evil.

It's a compromise if you say so.

I could not give up only the path of world peace, knowing that this was not the best choice.

So I decided to be thorough from another side.

In that regard, the Sub-God consistently runs for justice.

He believed in people.

He thought that if only the evil that stood in front of him were destroyed, the world would move in a better direction.

He is a very dazzling figure.

Now I can never imitate it.

It was like I was looking at myself in my lifetime.

Sub-god would have been mindless, but from my point of view, I think he's happy.

Because I was left unaware that my beliefs were wrong.

Without a taste of deep despair, he died as one who stood up to evil.

In future generations, sub-gods should be spoken of as heroes of tragedy.

He would be looking forward to it, too.

I know.

Sub-god was seeking merit in the depths of his heart.

After purposefully declaring war, he signed up for a duel by specifying a date and time.

If you just kill me, there's no point in doing that.

There were as many opportunities for assassination as there were.

I guess I didn't do that because I wanted to keep my name for future generations.

The sub-gods wanted to be heroes in saving people.

The thought is by no means bad.

It's an irreplaceable wish, sought by an unnamed sorcerer.

He has challenged the enemies of the world until he sacrificed himself.

Let's call it a noble spirit everywhere.

(That's the opposite of me right now)

I look at the bodies of decaying bones everywhere and mock myself.

I felt something squeamish in my chest.

Probably not self-loathing.

This would be envy.

I had a lot of admiration for a sub-god who died as a hero of justice.

(At the end of past choices, there is now)

I made many mistakes.

If something was any different, I guess this wouldn't have happened.

Maybe there was a future that didn't lead to the Demon King.

But no matter how much I regret it, I can't help it.

As a reality, we have to live now.

There's only one way I should go.

Continue to exist with indestructible evil that defeats all justice.

That will be all we have to do.

As a troubled person, it is easy to understand.

- Thus I killed the sub-gods.