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

Power swirls around Gwen.

But I can't feel the magic.

That, for some reason, was grossly resembling curiosity.

Overwhelming concentrations would decay if humans would just get close.

Eventually Gwen began to float slightly.

Scattered with sand, she smiles lusciously.

"Let's show Mr. Harveld what we've got."

"Not necessary"

I exercise witchcraft.

Even as the bamboo stretched out of the desert to restrain Gwen, it was bounced on the brink.

Xu collapses from the tip.

"Whoa, that's dangerous. I almost died."

Gwen acts like he strokes his chest down, but his face is grinning.

Behind my back, I wasn't upset at all.

The power that swirled around her disassembled the magic of the Xuan and rendered the technique powerless.

I was able to confirm that the procedure was shredded at the same time as the contact.

In most operations, it would be destroyed without question.

Fortunately, the vow magic remains activated, but the hand of attack must be considered.

"We're ready. Now, look at that!

As Gwen waved her hands up, the sand rose in her left and right.

It was two men who crawled out of there.

On the other hand, he had short chestnut hair and wore glasses.

It's plain clothing and has nothing to highlight about its appearance.

However, the eyes staring at this one were obsessed.

The man with the glasses takes a step and raises his hand.

"Hey, it's been a while. I missed you. Got a little meat on you? You're a man."

…………

I will be silent.

I couldn't think of a word to give back.

I move my gaze to the other man.

The man had neat blonde hair with the appearance of spilled aristocratic clothing.

He has such an evil grin that he is disproportionate to his righteous face.

Green eyes weren't even trying to hide their abominations.

"Dwight Harveldt. Isn't that a nostalgic face? Reminds me of ten years ago."

…………

I still couldn't respond.

The sight in front of me, I can't believe it.

Appearing to Gwen's left and right were inventor John Du and former Four Heavens King Bulk.

"How dare you call Mr. Harveld and the people who are so close! That's an inspiring reunion. I'd be sweet!

"What do you mean? Resurrection of the dead."

"Forgot? This is your spiritual world. I've caught Mr. Harveld's memory and picked these two."

Gwen explains with pleasure.

Hear that and understand how it works approximately.

She must have restored them from my memory.

He exercised a pseudo-resuscitation while limiting himself to the spiritual world.

It was the ability to stray from the normal track, but I'm not surprised any more now.

Gwen is a beast in the outside world.

He was not the person to think about applying to the existing magic system.

"But you're not just a fake in memory. Because you're both indisputably authentic."

"Impossible. I killed them both."

When I denied it, Bulk shook his head in a playful condition.

He tells me in a tone of speech.

"There are exceptions to everything. I thought I told you already."

"As far as Mr. Bulk is concerned, I've only pulled the spirit out of my soul, which is locked away in the institute. I struggled to be sensed by your director, but you were a painful success. Honestly, it didn't fit."

Probably resurrected while I kept walking in the desert.

By now, the institute will be making a fuss.

It must be clear to the personnel that something strange has happened to Bulk's soul.

According to Gwen, the director actually confronted him.

I'm also curious about her safety.

I want to hope you're okay.

"By the way, Mr. John protected the spirit left behind by the body. Seems Mr. Harveld killed only the main character."

"That's what I'm talking about. I thought you'd go crazy, but you didn't die. I'm sure he survived this moment."

John speaks with a sarcastic grin.

He is a dual personality.

Once upon a time, I fought a death battle in the Land of Magic.

He murdered John at the end of it, but he missed one personality at that time.

Judging from Gwen's words, John's soul undoubtedly appears to have perished.

But only his spirit, he said, remained in the body.

In me, which senses mainly magic and souls, I couldn't grasp the signs.

There's no need for Gwen to lie here.

Perhaps the series of stories only describes the facts.

Currently, besides Gwen, John and Bulk were intruding into my spirit and seemed to gain flesh based on my memory.

(You're free to do whatever you want...)

Gwen is more prepared than I thought.

Seeing that I stepped into the spiritual world, it seems that I have prepared it immediately.

He had a conspicuous attitude of joking, but actually a cunning idea.

It is a bottomless opponent to make.

"Then I'll let you watch the game over there. I'm a little tired."

"Wait."

To Gwen, who turned his heel back, I try to shoot magic.

John stood there.

"I won't let you go. Let's start with us."

John buries one hand in the desert.

What he pulled up was like a black cannon.

It is an object that I do not remember.

Did you use any technique?

(John in his lifetime should not have had any special abilities)

He has stood up to his rare ingenuity and the skill of the Magic Country.

I don't have the power to produce weapons.

Then, during resuscitation, Gwen might have given him prior power.

John points that cannon at me.

"Kill me. I have to give you back your fucking share. That's why I'm back."

"To me, he's been killed twice. You will have the right to retaliate because you were forced to suffer even after that. Don't you think?

Bulk says well.

On the surface he remains calm, but his eyes insisted on vengeance.

Gwen, far away, sees this one in swallowing.

Apparently, my opponent is going to leave it to these two.

(It's troublesome, but do we have to defeat it...)

It's an unexpected rematch, but it's no different than doing it.

Just a little more effort.

You just have to fight solid.

Consolidating my thoughts, I reassembled my wand and magic sword.