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

John, setting up the cannon, glances backwards.

At the end of his gaze, Gwen was sleeping on the desert.

When she realizes she's being watched, she lets her hands wave loudly.

I don't care what you think, it's a misplaced reaction, but I guess you haven't dared to read the air.

Not long after we met, Gwen was understanding his character.

Turning this way, John shrugs on the face of praise.

"I'm not sure I follow a woman, but she gave me a chance to get revenge. This guy's got to ride, right?

He tailored the aim of the cannon to me.

Pull the trigger, and the bullet will fire.

Before that I speak up.

"John Doe"

"What?"

"I told you before. I can't be defeated by artillery."

When I fought John before, I destroyed his weapons one after the other.

It's unexpected that he came back, but there's no change in how he handles it.

To the extent of my ability to produce artillery, I didn't think I could be outdone.

He is not a hero in the first place.

Physical ability is just a human being.

Without a powerful weapon, it would have been just like a helpless ordinary man.

But John makes his eyes shine and laugh.

He told me with a grim look.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa We're not going to die that fast."

When John said that, the sand exploded behind his back.

It thrives like a mountain from there.

Gwen, who was about to get caught up in it, was seen rushing away.

What emerged from the sand was multiple chunks of steel.

It is shaped like a giant ship or tank.

Some of them flew like birds.

(What is this...)

I suddenly emerged blinded by them.

All would be weapons.

The evidence is equipped with cannon-like objects.

I couldn't feel the magic flow, but perhaps John must have called it in.

It must have been generated by the same procedure as the artillery.

I didn't think I could produce a large weapon so far.

Apparently, there is no wear or recoil.

"Ha-ha-ha! What do you say, you want to freak out? The spiritual world can create what it wants. It's the perfect battlefield for me!

John happily pointed to the weapon.

Upbeat, he talks as he wields an iron cannon.

"Just for the record, I'm from another world. Precisely since he died over there, he was reincarnated into the world over here. I didn't think it would be a double personality crack."

"Do you mean the weapons group behind you belongs to another world?"

I calmly return the point.

I was somewhat surprised by John's newly revealed qualities.

But not if you care about it now.

John nodded again and again at my point.

"Yeah, well, guess what! Exactly. I'm gonna wipe you out of the wood with these guys."

"Wait."

The bulk that was static abruptly blocks John's words.

He impugns John, who seems grumpy.

"Don't you think it's different that you're the only one who seems to be good at it? Why don't you let me talk too?"

"... ok, your turn. Be my guest."

John tells them to be infidel and rotten.

When he pounded his tongue, he began to leak a wicked mixed whine.

He didn't like how much they interrupted the conversation.

Bulk, on the other hand, had a relaxed grin.

When he corrects his collar, he sighs in a loud manner.

"I don't care about that woman either - Miss Gwen. It behaves like a dove, but it precisely refuses our exit. It's all about the acid bug."

Then why don't you work with me?

"Stop it. Even if it's a joke, it's better to die - whoa, you were already dead. It's sad."

Bulk is blurry with self-derision.

As soon as that happened, he gave a glimpse of the coma killer.

lodged in the back of reason. It has fierce hatred.

Bulk fingers me and declares.

"I will kill you. Whatever happens, I'll take you on the road. Let me show you what a magician can do."

With his hands up, the bulk increases the magic in his body.

A visualized spell began to drift around like a black one.

It instantly pollutes the area.

John was keeping his nose and mouth hidden and at a distance.

(That's just great. It's a big curse)

Bulk is the highest spellmaster in the world.

On that one point, it was enough not to allow other followers.

Even now that I've survived two deaths, my jumping talent doesn't seem to be fading.

"We'll take control of this showdown, Mr. John Doe. Be careful not to pull your legs."

"That's the dialogue over here, you kizzard! If you don't, I'll make you a shield, okay?

Angry John screams in cough.

In response, the weapon group behind it went into operation.

Fix the target of the cannon to me.

The flying weapon was swirling unabated overhead.

The method of attack is unknown, but you should be aware of it.

"Just give me the spell! I'm gonna hit you all at once!

"Don't give me orders. I thought you said your position was reciprocal.

"Okay, so hurry up!

John and Bulk were in a fighting position as they said something.

Is it not compatible with your personality, or is the collaboration not working well?

I can hardly begin an attack on me.

It's convenient for this one.

I generally grasped the method of warfare over there.

I don't need to wait any longer for discipline.

I'm going to finish them off before their abilities mesh.

I transfer unchanging and untouched.

And it hit John and Bulk from behind.