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

"No, no, that's crazy. What are you...? How did you win?"

Gwen backs off as he says in a trembling voice.

She was straining her convulsive grin.

Initial leeway is completely disintegrating at the beginning and end of the spectrum.

Apparently John and Bulk's defeat was unexpected for her.

It was an outrageous reversal.

Walking straight, I tell Gwen.

"I was stronger than them. That's all we're talking about."

"It's not the same. Why are you curbing my mental contamination? It was all that suffering in the real world, wasn't it?

Gwen says a little irritated.

Her plot had affected me with mental contamination.

Specifically, he became so ill that he didn't think he was immortal.

I have always been forced to put up with the symptoms since they started appearing.

I was occasionally deluded by witchcraft, but I was still certain it was hard.

But right now, I can't feel it at all.

Weirdly, he was doing well and his illness had improved.

On the contrary, power comes from the depths of the body.

I don't really remember how long I've been in this state.

I guess I was obsessed with the fight and didn't realize it.

Strangely enough, I respond to Gwen's story.

"... seems to have healed naturally"

"Because it's impossible! My mental contamination is perfect. The more you put it out for real, the more the weakening was going to progress. And yet you're pimping, aren't you?!? It can't happen if you don't take care of something!

Gwen seeps his anger and exposes it.

Apparently she was setting up more cunning measures than she thought.

If you believe the revealed story, it is a pretty nasty technique.

If it had been what Gwen thought it would have been, I wouldn't have beaten John and Bulk.

If you weaken enough to give strength, you can never fight for real.

That's why I wasn't even the one to add or subtract and win.

But I won in a way that was close to complete.

Because in the first place there has been no weakening or anything else, and we have fully demonstrated the power of the Demon King.

Gwen's claim was a big deviation.

(Her obstruction seemed to have failed)

The details are unknown, but lucky for me.

You can find out the truth later.

Confrontation with Gwen was a priority now.

"At all, I would have liked to knock it down easier if I could..."

Gwen begins to bite his nails in remorse,

Its half suddenly lost its sense of 3D, transforming it into a shadowy tentacle.

The tentacles are stretching towards me at high speed.

Having cut off the track, I deviated by playing my tentacles with a magic sword.

When the bouncing tentacles become like whips, they are swung down at speeds beyond the sound.

I flashed my magic sword again.

Now slash off the tip of the tentacle.

"Here! Why are you fighting back like it's natural! For once, it's a tentacle where physical attacks don't work, right?

"I don't care if they complain"

I unleash a black thunderbolt as I give it back.

Gwen defended himself in the tentacle section.

The surface of the tentacles burns but heals quickly.

The cutting tip had also begun to regenerate with a raised cross-section.

"Totally disregarding this ability or something is tearful for you...... it's terrible to add that you're the Demon King. Exploring memories doesn't find the ability to do so, and it's a little pioneering."

Gwen finds himself moving his tentacles.

She had stopped being a joke.

Observing my behavior with a bitter look.

After a while, Gwen sighed fed up.

"That face...... you really don't seem to feel it. Fine, I'll take a closer look."

Gwen, who frowned, looks at me.

A surprise came to her face, and a sarcastic grin ensued there.

Apparently the question from earlier has been resolved.

Gwen, who untied the arrangement, scratches his head with an indescribable look.

"Um, Mr. Harveld"

"What?"

"You don't seem to realize... you've got power from the will of the world, do you?