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

I rely on sensory magic to transfer and land in front of an open main gate.

Beyond the gate, the streets of the capital were spreading.

There are no traces of war, and the superior buildings tell the story of a rich life.

But there's something different about it.

I don't see any people in this city who are supposed to be there.

The street was idle and had no sense of life by the time it was unnatural.

Most importantly, we have already found out where the people are.

It was apparently gathered in the central part of the capital.

It's unclear what you're doing, but your temper is swirling.

Even though I had a bad feeling, I went there on a metastasis.

And lose words to the sight in front of you.

Hundreds of thousands of people lay flat in unison.

They rub their heads on the ground and say thank you.

It was the glowing golden tower that people worshipped as they surrounded themselves.

It stands as if it breaks the harmony of the capital.

I keep an eye on the golden tower.

On the surface of the tower, human faces and hands and feet were raised.

Agony or pleasure?

Distorted by a hard to judge look.

In the front row of the tower, several people rise from a flat position.

And as they were invited, they fell upon the tower, and swallowed it.

It will soon emerge on the surface as part of the tower.

With the front row gone, people moved forward a little bit.

And the next front row is swallowed the same way.

Even that repetition was taking place.

Without my eyes, people dedicate themselves.

It was obvious that he was losing his sanity.

(What the hell is this...)

Stop at the sight of nausea.

The tower itself was a false god.

The heterogeneous air reaction emanating from it is undoubtedly what I felt.

The apex of the beast of the outside world was of divinity and convincing beauty.

I feel gaze from the tower.

Emotions are unknown.

It was just vague like watching.

At least I don't see any hostility.

False gods seem to be going to absorb people all over here.

I can somehow predict why.

They take in the aspirations and worship of the people as a whole.

That would be the aim of being close to one heart and the same.

Today, a false God is what can be described as a collection of countless people.

Turn around. It is the countless people who can also interpret it as a false God.

The people absorbed by that tower seek their own peace of mind.

Peace of mind for them is the survival of a false God.

In other words, it was synonymous with destroying the Demon King and seizing victory.

The prayers of those taken in act as the will of the world.

As a result, it brings irrational reinforcements to false gods.

Regardless, even the people who are not here worship false gods and desire the destruction of the Demon King are innumerable.

An unprecedented and irrational force was acting.

It is an operation with a good understanding of how the world will work.

By lodging the source of people's prayers in its body, it was operating in a convenient manner.

I'm sure you've done the same thing in the past.

False gods must have accumulated power in that way.

(It's suspicious that you can call it false anymore)

He was an opponent with a different dimension than before.

The will of the world itself is such a thing that it has stripped its fangs.

So much so that an individual named me finds it too blasphemous, etc.

Let's just call it an act of rebellion against God.

"- Still, I'll make it through."

Pull out the shape-shifting sword that hangs on your hips.

I pointed that cut at the golden tower.

The day I left the valley of the dead, I made up my mind.

We do not choose means for peace in the world.

If necessary, let us even slaughter God.

Because it is my duty to sit in eternal evil.

If you leave a false God alone, you will sooner or later swallow the world itself.

In other words, it is a being that leads peace to an end.

We must definitely destroy it here.

Resolved, I began approaching the Golden Tower.