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

The golden tower tore to the left and right.

The rift spreads with its own weight.

Eventually, it made a roar and became two complete truths.

As the smoke strikes, I lay my sword and watch.

Soon a human form emerged from a section of the tower.

It was an ambiguous contour.

She would be a woman from the irregularities in her body, but she doesn't have eyes or mouth or anything like that.

The colour sight was golden, but shaped like a mud doll.

The human form points its neck at this way.

I don't feel hostile, I just seem to stare blankly.

I ask.

You're a false god.

"- Why. This is people's, happiness"

Not responding to my words, false gods whine.

It was the voice of a clear girl.

I find her claims uncomfortable.

"You think I'm happy?

"- Everything, one. Guys, together. Fear of death, no."

The false God speaks in an interrupted manner.

That was her motive for taking people in.

"- Demon King, get out of my way. Now we can save everyone."

"Being your food is never salvation. It's just a relinquishment."

I deny it pale.

The false God shook his head to the side.

"- No. Guys, he's alive. If I were here, I wouldn't die. Eternal, Life"

"It's not a physical story. It's a spiritual part. The dignity of life is insulted."

I admitted to self-loathing while refuting.

I didn't know I could spew words like this while keeping humans transformed into undead.

I was the only one insulting my life.

Still, I have to tell him.

False gods, they are not right.

Keep asserting as you say to yourself.

"You must have eaten countless worlds in the past. Using the lives that you have saved as a force to devour a new world."

"- It isn't, is it? Anxious, life-protecting, just. Everybody's happy, they're here."

False gods are trembling.

When I held myself together with both hands, I groaned in bitterness.

I don't mind overlapping words.

"You're breaking your self and your emotions, affirming the state of being mixed together, aren't you?

"- Die, poor thing. It's hard to live. Wrong, not here."

"Right. Your point, okay?"

I separate the stories and pull out the shoulder strength.

That was all the rhetoric.

We fully understood each other's opinions.

No further discussion will be necessary.

On top of that I speak.

"Let's admit it. We are the same. I'm trying to save people with selfish doctrinal claims. Thoughts and methods will just be different."

Me and the false god, the fundamentals were the same.

He has the idea of saving others, and for that he runs wild without choosing the means.

He affirmed himself immersed in madness and was trying to crush different righteousness by setting out his ideals.

"We carry our lives. That's countless numbers, too. We risked our lives to kill each other."

Turn the cutting-edge of the Sword of Shape to a false God.

She's out of time, but it doesn't matter.

It was a distance to be packed in an instant.

The life I hold.

"I'll take over your life and your will."

"- No. I don't want to die, I don't. It's very, very frightening to die. Everybody, frightened."

"I won't let you get away. Give it up."

Move before a false god with a metastasis.

I flashed my sword before it reacted.

Cut the golden body diagonally.

The jumping upper body fell to the ground and rolled.

Grey smoke overflows from the cross section.

"- Oh, oh."

The golden tower is rapidly mopping.

All that mystery and beauty was fading without a shadow to see.

The brilliance has also been lost and it is starting to turn black and discolored.

A lying false God stretches out his arms.

The hand never grabbed anything.

She spins her words weakly.

"- This is death. Everybody's life, gone, gone, gone."

My gaze swirled and captured me.

She tells in a voice that is about to disappear.

"- Forget it, don't"

At the end of the day, the false God stopped moving.

It will only emit smoke from the cross section.

Eventually he squished to the point where he couldn't figure out his figure and lost his volume.

Convinced of death, I put the Sword of Shape in my sheath.

…………

The tentacles that were crushing the area were also dead.

The smoke emitted is spreading as a dense temper.

I absorbed them without having to.

False divine power flows in.

I controlled it in my body and ruled it as my thing.

The power of the beast penetrates as part of the Demon King.

- This is how the long battle against the beasts of the outside world ended.