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

In the desert under his eyes, John and Bulk were resurrected.

They are about to board the nearest tank.

In the meantime, other groups of weapons went into operation and launched simultaneous shelling at me.

(I'm tired of watching it)

I praise the cold.

And sucked the rain of the impending shelling in a hole of space magic.

The exit is over John and Bulk's head.

The overwhelming firepower strikes them as it is.

A series of shelling across space caused a huge explosion in the desert.

There's a big hole in the burst point, and John, the bulk and the tank that were at the center have disappeared without a trace.

It's a sub divine move you once fought for.

It is a technique that mimics and improves it.

Very user-friendly because it can defend and fight back without creating time differences.

Appearing a short distance away, John and Bulk embarked on a small boat.

It's in a direction that leaves me.

Apparently, they decided that a visible time was dangerous.

I guess I felt painful with last minute space magic.

Until now, I have been conscious not to use defiant techniques, mostly dealt with by defensive witchcraft and magic swords.

That's how, where they began to rush, they launched an absolute counter-attack by space magic.

The spiritual shock would be enormous.

It actually only has the effect of cutting war and letting people choose to stand around passively.

Seems like it was worth it for keeping it warm so far.

(This is a good opportunity to fold)

That's what I'm trying to track down, John and the others.

But an unmanned weapon has stuck at the end of the line, swirling the shell to expose it to attack.

When I hold the magic sword, I use that man's sword moves to slash and lay low with no shelling left.

A wide variety of otherworldly weapons all have so much power to kill me and spare.

Fighting for a long time thus allowed me to understand the degree of civilization.

I guess the other world is developing far more than this one.

No matter how powerless a person is, he can wield mighty power as long as he knows how to handle a weapon.

But in front of an overwhelming individual, that is also pointless.

Weapons and such are steel toys.

There can be no more performance than design, and that's the limit.

There is no room left for growth.

It would be slightly different from growth, although that would not be the case if it were improved.

Human beings, by contrast, sometimes exert unbelievable power.

Let the predicament feed the growth and overshadow common sense.

I have tasted the bottom line many times.

A hero was precisely a symbol of human potential.

(They'll be starting to feel the limits too)

I metastasize and emerge forward of John and Bulk.

They were trying to deflect the ship's path and avoid me.

I am still afraid of interception by sorcery.

It's not a waste of your life.

Because I know it's useless where it penetrates.

But I won't let you get away with it.

I free the scythe from the desert, entangle it in the ship and obstruct it.

The ship was shaped to drag halfway into the sand.

I can't move it with this.

John shouts at us as we struggle to retreat.

"Demon King! We're gonna kill you and go to the real world! And I will destroy the world! There is no noble purpose. It's just harassment!

I perceive clear malice in John's eyes.

As before, not the eyes of those who fight with something on their backs.

There was just no one to be proud of and he was only letting me solicit personal grievances.

"I mean it, not provocation. Dwight, your sweetness will destroy the world...!

Bulk goes on to provoke me too.

They seem to be in a mood for similarity.

They found a common enemy named me, and now their minds are in tune.

Ironically, that was what I wanted from the world.

They embody it.

Shortly after, a group of weapons fired at us.

On track, John and Bulk are also there.

They're going to blow me away, both of us.

It was the same abandonment tactic.

The imminent shelling is naturally inflicted with a spell.

You can't just hit it directly.

My consciousness will never return to the real world again.

While I am certain of it, I calmly exercise my magic.

When I drew up the sand and made a golem as huge as a mountain, I let myself take the shelling.

Golems erode from edge to curse as the chain of constant explosion sounds.

Eventually it collapsed, but the shelling never reached me, and only John and Bulk, who had been wound up, were dead.

"This is a great opportunity."

I activate a further curse to reverse the gravity of the surrounding area.

A group of weapons floated with the sand.

Rotate as you swirl over it.

The weapons group began shelling as they panicked.

The shells released, however, cease in the air under intense gravity.

Without going any further, he continued to float without bursting.

A new weapon was created in the desert, but it just floated irresistibly.

Even a weapon from another world cannot disobey my curse.

It was only sent to the sky without question.

Where the night sky has been filled with weapons, I concentrate gravity on one point.

It was just an overlapping position with the moon.

The weapons group gathers together in collision and is compressed in a grip.

Following gravity, its robust exterior crumbled.

It makes an explosion but becomes one, and at last a sphere composed of sand and iron can be created.

(That's spectacular. It's a good one)

Looking at the sphere, I felt a magical blink there.

Immediately after, the bullet flies ignoring gravity along with the sound of the shooting.

I swung my magic sword and cut the bullet.

The bullet, broken into two parts, stabs in the sand at your feet.

John and Bulk were on the surface of the sphere.

They did it without crushing it, even though it was pulled by gravity.

I isolate them only to the junction and transfer them to a zone free from gravity.

That junction also corresponds to the claustrophobia of the mental body.

Even if you kill yourself, the escape won't come true.

The art of juxtaposition was knitted during this battle.

I adjusted to their spirit, so I would never break it from the inside out.

It's hard to think while fighting, but I managed to establish it.

"This is the finish."

I generate a blade of wind within the junction to chop John and Bulk to pieces of flesh.

I went on to burn it down with high heat and broke my flesh.

Shrink the junction further and make it big enough to end up in the palm of your hand.

This stopped the resurrection.

The two became trapped in a state of confinement with the spirit alone.

You can't harm me any more than you can revive me.

They were out of hand in a series of fights.

I know I don't have a wife.

With weapons and spells, that situation cannot be broken.

It took a lot of work and time, but it would be good because it was a success.

John and Bulk's abilities are so powerful that they are simple but out of standard.

Looking around the world, there are no opposing armies.

Even those in the Demon King's Army have difficulty grasping victory.

But that was all I read.

You can beat them up with more violence than you two.

In this long battle, winning or losing was like deciding at a time when you had never been able to kill me.

Having placed the junction in the desert, I head to Gwen.