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

I take a step with my sword.

At that moment, a change occurred in the reaction of the tower.

Start vibrating heavily, spreading force around.

When the lay people rise to fear, they arrive at the tower screaming.

(Tastes bad)

I used my magic to build several barriers to block people's paths.

Doing so interferes with them being absorbed into the tower.

We can't make more sacrifices than this.

The more I lose, the more my temper swells from the tower.

Suddenly, a golden tentacle appeared, trying to break the ground.

As the tentacles jumped out of everywhere, they caught and absorbed people.

It leaves no trace of blood and takes it in beautifully.

False gods were stretching themselves underground like roots of trees.

The fact that I didn't even realize it is a considerable covert ability.

While you're stopping the movement, it's probably making it impossible to sense.

(Totally fucked. Was it a trap)

Soon after I regret it, the golden tentacles have tried to catch me too.

Cut them together with a sword of vision.

It is dangerous to touch the tentacles directly.

Perhaps even I will be absorbed.

It can't even come back from another undead because it takes in every being.

If you penetrate with a sweet prospect, you'll be killed by chance.

(Poor defense is counterproductive. I'll be sure to slash him down)

Instantly judging, I wave the sword of shapes and slash off my tentacles.

The tentacles, however, loom to maintain an overwhelming density.

There has never been a decrease in the number.

No matter how much he slashes, he grows from the ground one after the other.

People were also absorbed during that time.

(It will be too late if it stays this way. I can't do this for long)

When I feel in a hurry, I try to get close at once with the metastasis.

But the surgery doesn't activate well.

The magic in my body seemed to be disturbed.

Definitely the influence of the tower.

Despite all the protections, they still seem to be lacking.

Currently, advanced procedures seem to restrict their use.

The curfew seemed to trigger severely as well.

I have no choice but to exercise another sorcery.

Using it is an intriguing and magical use of intermediate witchcraft.

A wide variety of ranged attacks pour down the golden tower and tentacles.

The overwhelming destructive magic has, however, been absorbed without excess.

The golden tower stood without a scratch, as did the tentacles.

Attacks involving magic and temper are said to be fed without question.

(Irrational ability... is this the will of the world)

I run all over the city slashing tentacles that strike endlessly.

He walks like a sew in the shadow of a house, scratching his tentacles and attempting to approach.

However, where the distance was packed to a certain point, the protection thickened as soon as possible.

Inevitably I retreat and retreat into an invisible position from the tower.

(Ability was roughly grasped. This is the real deal...)

Hearing people scream and rejoice, I turn my thoughts around.

It's been a long time since I fought a muddy battle so far.

That said, I'm not in a position to complain.

False gods, they don't want me so close.

He seems to specialize in mid-range and long-range combat.

i.e. it was decided that I would do it.

Pack the distance and beat it with a physical attack.

Even the tower can be slashed with a sword of form.

I don't even come this far and make weak noises.

Funny enough, I'm forced to be disadvantaged, but I'll have to do it.