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

Stepping forward, I flash the Sword of Shapes.

The arc-drawing slash cut the tentacles together.

Break yet another tentacle with the blade to be returned.

Accelerating the attack also increased the rate of development of the tentacles in response to it.

It comes to me in an irregular move.

(I can't deal with it...)

Seeing my tentacles plunder my shoulders, I jumped backwards.

That's when a crack runs on the ground at your feet and your tentacles pop up.

I slammed away with my sword.

Off-track tentacles grind the wall behind them.

I kept walking sick slashing tentacles that hit me one after the other.

A glimpse of the golden tower along the way.

The tower stood still as if it were natural.

Humans floating on the surface pulse as they recall.

It was a spiritual disgusting shaping.

"Help, die, kill! Long live the Demon King! That sucks!

"I don't like this. This is a lie. How could I see this?"

"Because of you, because of you..."

A grudging voice was thrown at me.

Mentally contaminated people come after me.

Everyone had blood eyes.

They act like tentacles feed, but they don't even hate it.

He was trying to harm me with all his heart.

(... unavoidable)

I exercise witchcraft.

Hot air incinerated people at the same time.

At a slightly remote point, a blizzard turns humans into ice statues.

Also elsewhere, black fog was corrupting humans in an instant.

They are all my work.

Multiple procedures chose not to suffer as much as possible.

They won't even be aware of their own deaths.

In this situation, even minor obstructions cannot be ignored.

Being chased by tentacle responses, I had no choice but to kill people.

I didn't really want to do this, but I didn't have time to hesitate.

Infinitely growing tentacles refuse to advance me.

Using your sword to slash and move on, you can't break through more than a certain amount.

If you can't do it, it will be absorbed by the tentacles.

In addition, the closer I got to the tower, the more adversely it had an effect on my flesh.

Specifically, there is an obstacle to the operation of magic and temper.

That was making dealing with the tentacles extra difficult.

What a troublesome structure.

False gods, they exert immense power.

I was clearly inferior in my character of being.

It is defeated on the scale of its ability.

But that can't be the basis for abandoning the fight.

The Golden Tower was a foreign object that would destroy the world.

I have to stop here more than I know.

(Root comparison, but no choice)

Changing my mind, I challenged the tower with further readiness.

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How much time has passed since the battle against the tower began?

The area was getting stained in the dark.

Standing in the middle of it, I turn my gaze around.

There are no more of those people who were there.

They either became the nourishment of the tentacles or ended that life with my surgery.

After all, I couldn't help.

For one thing, it is due to my lack of power.

There is no excuse.

The tentacles that grew from the ground were in huge quantities.

Thousands don't go down with less quotes.

Twirling like an illusion in the front, watching how I am.

Even though it wasn't a great distance, I couldn't get to the tower.

I can't get through the tentacles of the iron wall.

Even a few steps, too far away.

He had tried various techniques and tactics to this day.

Still, the way through this tentacle wall had not been established.

(What's the matter...)

I worry as I cleave my tentacles.

Fortunately, the tentacle movement is monotonous.

Being immortal, I don't care about fatigue and this is how I can keep fighting.

In fact, there was never a scene where they were going to kill me.

That's why it's the truth that we haven't been able to bring it into the offensive.

I also have a feeling I can break through if I do it well, but I don't have that foothold.

(One more thing, if there's any trigger, we should be able to break it)

I continue my uninterrupted battle as I explore the means of reversal.

At that time, a high-output magic reaction occurred on the other side.

The Magic Reaction is approaching this way at a tremendous rate.

There seemed to be a mixed temper, which was a rather chaotic reaction.

(Is that the beast of reinforcement?

I can't make a decision and I doubt the worst development.

With more mighty beasts here, you could be seriously disadvantaged.

I wanted to slaughter him first, if possible.

I set myself up to intercept while turning my consciousness to the sky.

And stiff only for a moment.

Flying at high speeds through the sunset sky was a pseudo-golem covered in scales.