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

A glimmer of lightning strikes from his fingertips, jumping into the cracks on the ground.

When the lightning strike hit the frog, it rippled into surrounding individuals.

Thunder strikes run through the dense frogs, producing tens of millions of carcasses.

It was too dense and sparks were erupting from the cracks.

The demon king's army, fearful of entanglement, rushes away.

The thunderbolt that could be bounced gained momentum and was glowing all over the crack.

This is the hallmark of the curse I used this time.

It will continue to burst semi-permanently unless I, the surgeon, stop it.

It was an infinite attack that was practically indefensible.

The frogs who are annoyed by such a curse fall one after the other to the bottom of the crack.

The frequency of divisions had decreased significantly and the number of individuals was clearly decreasing.

Individuals looking to the ground are relentlessly burned to death.

It would be the influence of the will of the world that the surgery works oddly well.

Now I can ignore the abilities and characteristics of the beasts.

It was already found in the battle with Gwen, but it seems to be effective against other beasts as well.

This is quite a strength.

For the beasts, they were just natural enemies.

No one else would be more troublesome.

(But it's too convenient a force)

Overlooking a ravaged frog, I doubt my own transformation.

It seems that interference by the will of the world still induces enhancement tailored to the other person.

In other words, this time, the force prepared to kill the beast.

It is unclear why I was chosen, but as things stand, it must be a thankful push.

That said, chronic mind is forbidden.

A trivial alarm is what causes your own ruin.

Indeed, I gained the ability to counter the beasts.

But that's not absolute.

Never overconfident, unless you make a solid move.

The frogs were still at the bottom of the crack.

However, there are no individuals crawling up, and the thunderbolts are still raging.

All you have to do is leave him alone, and he'll be totally banished.

Just keep an eye out for any unforeseen circumstances.

When I thought about it, I sensed an odd reaction.

Suspicious movements have occurred at the bottom of the crack.

I explore the details with sensory magic.

(This is -)

A single frog was beginning to absorb the surrounding carcasses.

The carcass has been taken in as if it were an avalanche.

They can merge as well as divide.

Qi reactions were expanding rapidly.

The curse of lightning strikes stalls for some reason and will soon be completely extinguished.

It appears to have been swallowed up in the form of being caught in the carcass to be absorbed.

Eventually a giant frog appeared on the ground, trying to push and spread the crack.

It's like a castle.

The colors remain transparent but have the power not to be humble alongside the dragon.

There are no more other frogs left that were in the crack.

It seemed absorbed without remaining in this huge whole thing.

Observing, the characteristic red eye captures me.

"... eh"

I feel uncomfortable in my heart.

He was about to erode his spirit.

But it doesn't work anymore.

Having been tortured in a scattered incident with Gwen, I developed countermagic as I analyzed her.

This prevented me from entering the spiritual world and also prevented me from feeling ill.

It's almost impromptu, but it seems to be working fine.

Let us say that mental pollution, which is an element of concern, could be overcome.

The giant frog has stretched something along with signs of opening his mouth.

I pay attention, I realize it's my tongue.

I immediately tried to amputate with a magic sword, and a single arrow stood on my impending tongue.

The tongue is off track and licks the void.

"Don't look at me, you frog bastard!

Henry on the ground flies the word of provocation.

Having evacuated the Demon King's Army, he was single and attacking the frogs.

Arrows released from the bow now hit the first of the frogs.

The giant frog vibrated the air.

It is a voiceless scream.

From the damaged first one, the red mucus was flowing off.

The giant frog was turning consciousness to Henry.

Approaching him, he sprays a thunderbolt from his mouth.

It was my curse I absorbed.

It appears to be freely released from storage in the body.

Henry was dodging in a brilliant move.

While striking a series of lightning strikes, it even strikes back with a bow.

He kept giving giant frogs a beating for a short time.

Giant frogs don't split.

Being an individual by a combination may have lost its ability to divide.

And Henry's guts are awesome.

Even though he was a genuine, biological person, he fought more than one another against the beasts of the outside world.

Without his magical aptitude, he plays death fights only with his forged flesh and bows and arrows.

(... Me too, you can't lose)

Don't just watch.

That's what I thought. I exercise the curse.

The released supergravity crushed the giant frog from the top.

Naturally, giant frogs resist violently and try to escape.

I scattered a blaze of curse there.

Burning the limbs of a giant frog inhibits movement while restraining it.

When the resistance was trapped in a caged junction in a loose gap, it was compressed intact by gravity.

The multiple curses imposed make the giant frog about one-tenth thick as the original.

I'll try a few attacks just in case, but I don't have any reaction.

The giant frog seems to be completely dead.

I scrutinize crushed carcasses.

There was a lot of lust left in the carcass.

There was no sign of a trap in particular, so I transfer it in spatial magic.

The destination is the valley of the dead.

By dedicating myself to that valley, it was an arithmetic to raise my power to the bottom.

There should be no particular harm.

So much so that the power to be supplied was strengthened by the loss.

It's an unparalleled rate of increase compared to when you gave up a body.

As I aim, the beasts of the outside world seem to be ideal as offerings.

'That's the Admiral! It was a brilliant way to put it down. "

"Thanks to you for distracting me, I was able to get my hands on it. Thank you."

We honor each other with a reading with Henry waving on the ground.

It's like I've taken a handlebar.

What should really be appreciated would be him and the Demon King's Army, who have worked so hard to reduce the damage so far.

I cannot help but feel fortunate that I have been blessed with so many competent subordinations.

"I go to other battlefields. Can you ask for the end of the story?"

"Whoa, let me handle this! I'm counting on a souvenir story."

"Okay."

Having finished the conversation, I made the transition to the next battlefield.