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

One day, a secret detective sent me a report from a reading.

In a dominion outside the continent, there was an enemy attack.

A local army has invaded to reclaim the land.

I will review the materials compiling the combat information.

The scene was an extremely cold land northward from this continent and beyond the sea.

There have always been reports of strong rebellion against the Demon King's Army in a snowy country.

This time, it looks like he conspired treason.

The dominion seems to be in the middle of a war.

By using the pre-positioned undead, they're asking for backup from here, while minimizing the damage.

Fortunately, the order system is functioning well and doing its best.

According to the undercover detective who dropped in the report, he can endure it smoothly for half a day.

That said, there's no point in waiting that long.

I just contacted the delivery in a nutshell.

As a result, three people, Henry, Grom and Jura, will be out.

They organized each of their men as reinforcements.

Just when you're ready, I'll transfer them to the ground.

It's impeccable as a force of war.

There was nothing to worry about here.

I was just trying to get back to administrative work in peace, and Luciana talks to me.

"Speaking of which, he said he'd try a new weapon this time. Why don't you go check on Sama the Demon King for distractions, too?

"It won't be necessary. All you have to do is get a report later."

"You've barely been out lately. Sometimes you should go to the game with a break."

"Hmm..."

After thinking about it, I decided to follow Luciana's words.

I found it subtly cared for.

Probably tired before you know it.

In these cases, you should honestly listen to your advice.

And by looking at the battlefield, there may be another flash.

It's a bad taste story about distractions and other things in a person's dying scene, but it was no longer.

I don't hate genocide.

In the depths of my heart, I was making my hatred for humans smoke.

At the time of becoming the Demon King, it became an emotion that I couldn't wipe off and it snapped.

What a thin, dirty nature, but there will be none else to admit it.

On top of that, I decided to continue with the Demon King.

I'm going to confront my heart and improve my mental health.

Having easily cleared my desk, I moved to the battlefield.

As information suggests, one side of the snowfield is spreading.

Under his eyes, there was a grey fortress.

Surrounded by multiple exterior walls, deliveries are rushing around in a hurry.

That is the land controlled by the Demon King's Army.

It is one of the bases on this continent.

A little distance in sight would have confirmed the local army.

It's invading the fort, struggling to break through the first outer wall.

The Demon King's Army was sending in massive amounts of undead to fight it.

Seems to be well delayed.

The local army used a lot of magic and bows and arrows.

A few, but also artillery-like weapons.

A shell released into the mountains fell into the fort.

However, it is inhibited by constantly deployed defensive witchcraft.

A resident magician maintains the barrier while taking turns.

It shady contributes to the bottom-up of the fort's defensive capabilities.

In the square in the fort, an army of reinforcements had been gathered that had sent out earlier.

He's taking his men to the first outer wall while Henry flies his orders in a prestigious manner.

Grom, on the other hand, has surfaced alone.

On the way, when you discover me, stretch your spine as you go.

From there Grom began to exude a great deal of magic.

Seems pretty strained.

The intensity is swirling.

(I hope I didn't overdo it...)

Grom flew far above as I remembered a glimmer of anxiety.

He growls with eight arms spread out.

A black flame erupted from its mouth and dispersed in the air.

The flames, as fine as rain, pour over the fortified grounds into the snowfields.

A chain of roaring noises shivers the air.

Blackflame penetrated defensive magic and burst into the midst of the local army.

They were badly damaged.

The black-fired soldiers scream right and left.

My people are trying to quell the fire, but they won't disappear.

The burned soldier eventually resurrected as an undead.

That's how you get attacked by soldiers on your side.

The local army was wreaking havoc.

An undead occurs just at the midpoint, taking the form of an army split back and forth.

The chain of command is paralyzed and no control is seen in the overall movement.

It was nowhere near the breakthrough of the outer wall.

Grom doesn't shoot in a second shot, he arms up and looks still.

If he had seriously unleashed his technique, the whole army would have been wiped out by the blow now.

Add or subtract power and seem to be forcing retreat.

I was a little worried, but he's thinking about becoming a grom.

Looking at the local army disrupting the formation, Yura came by.

She leans her little neck and peeks into her face.

"Ask the master - why did you come to the battlefield? You already have too much power to intercept."

"I just wanted to take a little tour. Don't worry about it."

"Understand the purpose of the master - show off the results of the training. Please rate me after the battle"

With that said, Jura reaches out and concentrates.

So much so that a change occurred in the magic that drifted through the fort.

The whole area becomes an even concentration, making it an ideal environment for the exercise of magic.

It must have been manipulated by Jura to ease the magician's burden.

Further changes occurred near the outer walls.

Pushing back the snow that had fallen, countless squirrels stretched out.

The reticulated bamboo is surprisingly entangled in the outer wall to stop growth.

Looks like he manipulated the plants with spiritual magic and consolidated the protection of the outer walls.

Similar phenomena have occurred throughout the outer walls.

(Have you chosen backward support in view of your own abilities)

Direct violence is enough in Grom and Henry.

Jura, who guessed it, apparently decided to behave optimally at her own discretion.

It was unthinkable at the beginning of our encounter.

She also seems to be growing in an environment called the Demon King Army.