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

I get sick.

At that time, it accelerated at once with the magic of the wind and physical strengthening.

The tentacles press to pierce.

He was trying to stop me with everything he could.

(sufficiently menacing, but no problem)

I will use my supplied temper to radiate as the power of the Demon King.

My temper overrode even when each other's powers clashed.

When the tentacles rot from the tip, the smoke is raised and liquefied.

It never hurt me.

Running through between rotting tentacles.

The golden tower vibrated and something was released from the surface at high speeds.

It was a translucent sphere.

I bump a slash up by the Shapely Sword.

The sphere became two straight and came into contact with the ground behind it.

The contact point bursts and becomes dust.

A strong concept of destruction seems to be enclosed.

Most importantly, it doesn't work with that guy's swordsmanship.

The fact was comforting and reassuring.

Corrupting tentacles arrive ignoring the damage.

That said, it's also cracked down on dealing with pseudo-golems, so it's less tricky than the momentum we had earlier.

I cut my tentacles and jumped through the decay.

Step over the tentacles and push on.

Along the way, I heard an explosion from afar.

A pseudo golem has been caught and damaged by massive tentacles.

I can't seem to keep up with the chains of light or Henry's shooting.

I shake and resist the collapsing giant body and stick to try to reduce my burden a little bit.

(to help...... no, no)

What I should do is not their rescue.

It was to keep moving forward like this.

I guess we shouldn't waste the efforts of the two of us.

I unleash a blackflame from the curse and burn out my forward tentacles.

Many more bounds were made to push away the subsequent tentacles.

Maintain to secure my path.

The minute I crawled from the gap, I slashed down with my sword.

Sometimes it forcibly breaks through with metastases.

When I realized, my surroundings were filled with rotten tentacles.

I don't see anything else.

The wild rage was stimulating the five senses.

Looks like a fake god is trying to spiritually contaminate me.

I defend myself with the power supplied from the valley of the dead.

I didn't think about the details, I just packed the distance.

Minor strays and pains invite mistakes in judgment.

In a spectacular offense that I didn't know when it would end, I stuck my consciousness to the extreme and kept moving.

And when the sense of time also disappeared, I finally slipped out of tentacle protection.

In front of you, stands the golden tower.

The human face on the surface was constantly leaking groans.

I run up the tower vertically with a continuous visual transition.

It reached its apex at high speeds as it slammed the sphere to be fired.

With the sword of shapes, I pronounce myself toward the tower.

- It's over.

Attach the blade to the tower and start falling while being pulled by gravity.

The sword that once killed the Demon King runs longitudinally through the golden tower that fills his temper.

It was as comfortable as a paper slash.

The splendor is a sight to behold, in fact brittle enough to bewilder.

It represented the essence of this tower.

When I land on the ground, I swing my sword out and tuck it in my sheath.

I looked up, remembering a definite response.

The golden tower was casting a glimmer of light from where the blade had passed.

The light is gradually spreading and the tower itself is leaning with it.

It's starting to crack in two from the top.

We can no longer stop eating.

The beast, full of hope and worship, falls in such a way that it turns.