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

I move over the eastern part of the territory.

There was a vast river running between the left and right in the woods.

A single ship is proceeding along the river.

Winded by the black sail was the ship of the Demon King's Army.

Occasionally, we do unnatural accelerations, probably because we get propulsion with the devices on board.

That ship, developed for combat, is infused with a variety of technical abilities.

It's the black shadows that sink into the water that go side by side there.

Only big backs peek.

Eventually, as the shadow jumped, the momentum gave him a face on the water.

Opening his mouth and hitting the ship was a distraction.

The body surface is dark gray, reflecting sunlight and dull glow.

It must be the beast of the outside world.

A magic cannon mounted on the ship sprays fire.

The shells fired burst into the belly of the bamboo.

Play. Flying flesh.

(12) He turns and falls to the surface.

The river discolored red and black only at that point.

I thought I would be able to breathe as it was, and the birch resumes its underwater movement unchanged.

To see from the signs, he was targeting the ship with tiger vision.

(You don't seem to be struggling)

I'm moving aboard.

The delivery was rushing to work there.

They are being pursued for the loading of shells and for the restraint on the scythes.

The movement seemed extremely agile and overall dominant.

It would be the result of training conducted in the former demonic territory.

Someone stood at the center of the delivery and gave instructions.

It is Durahan's Dorda who keeps raising his axe and screaming.

"Beat the magic! Worrying about wear and tear is fine! At dawn when you sink that bamboo, the bamboo bears the finest liquor! You understand me, you bastards? Wow!

A powerful voice is heard from the wolf head.

The deliveries were responding with a roar.

The furious attack by them beautifully seals the attack of the oxen.

The morale of the subordinates is always at its peak and seems to be able to exert more power than usual.

(That's a big pirate)

I admire Dorda's command.

Nor are the two names "Thunder Boom" Dada.

The battle on the ship was in Dorda's private arena.

Even if the beasts of the outside world are opponents, they won't change that point.

Dorda had exceptional combat skills but did not rely on them.

It inspires subordination and weighs the whole thing down to maximizing power.

Henry, who commands the army as well, was a different strength.

Meanwhile, Logan comes to me.

Given the circumstances, it would be Dorda's aide.

Logan smiled quietly as he came before me.

"Looks like you're back safe. Relieved."

"I'm sorry I'm late. annoyed."

"Never mind. Mutual."

At that time, a great shake strikes the ship.

The mollusk has hit me.

The delivery finally got Dorda to resume action.

I ask Logan as I see how it goes.

"What's the situation?"

"Explain briefly"

Nodded Logan speaks quickly.

Apparently, the violin, which appeared untouched, began to raid villages and cities along the river.

They say they can change the size freely, making any small waterway mobile.

(12) They used this trait to eat and kill people.

He had now targeted the ships of the Demon King's Army and had repeated his attacks in a prolonged manner.

Quite an obsession, and so far there doesn't seem to be any escape.

As a troublesome point, it seems that no attack will work on the wax in the water.

They say they're almost immortal to show excellent regenerative abilities on the water as well.

The Demon King's Army was unable to crusade because of it.

"Even as I restrain him, he eats the technique and breaks it. Those fangs seem to have the power to destroy the magical composition. Spirit magic is also extremely ineffective"

Logan leaks stupidity.

From the look on his face, the struggle was obvious.

Magic is a powerful means of attack for people.

If that were to be ineffective, countermeasures would be limited as soon as possible.

The beasts of the outside world tended, in common, to be less effective in their technique.

I can't help but find it hard to fight.

The violin jumps over the other side of the story.

Simultaneous shelling took place there and all bullets were hit.

The lying oxen head back to the river bleeding.

It should have caused considerable damage, but sensory magic had captured a swimming squirrel in the water.

There is no decay in the movement and the wound seems to have healed already.

(It's a tremendous playback capability)

In terms of local interest, the other side wins first.

When even magic resistance and regenerative ability were added there, it was finally extremely troublesome.

You don't seem to have to worry about the Demon King's army being defeated, but this one lacks a decisive beating.

The battlefield was glued.

Understanding the situation, I decide how to fight and walk out on the ship.

I can break this situation.

I'm sure of that, but I'm sure I'll have to work Logan.

"You've endured so much. I'll clean up the rest."

"I asked for it."

With the words of my old friend, I returned to the air.