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

(Strong, more than I imagined)

I roar in my chest, constantly attacking.

I gained unparalleled power when I was human.

He became the demon king and broke numerous foes in distress, so that he could no longer ravage even the beasts that spread outside the world.

She's trying to outdo me for being like that.

He was trying to bring it into more battle than one another, and possibly push me through.

He also showed off his divorce of being distracted by the sword alone.

Originally, it doesn't make sense where I slashed my temper.

Just erode her sword and arms as it is.

But reality ended in the form of annihilation.

The theory was left behind, attracting favourable results.

I guess the will of the world incorporated into her expressed its properties.

He pushed the sword moves of the brave into a realm beyond reason.

I applied physical enhancement to myself, further accelerating my thinking.

By doing so, I will resist her onslaught.

Occasionally, he tries to pinch a counterattack by magic, but they were all severed and deactivated.

Her good looks were unusual.

It was only obstructed before the procedure was activated.

(Tough...)

A spike from a sharp angle strikes me.

I managed to play, but the cuttoe plundered the bones of my neck.

Avoid beheading by turning back momentum.

That's when she grabbed the sheath of her hips as she put one hand away from her sword.

I understand what is to be done and try to migrate aggressively.

But he flashed his sheath at speeds beyond unchanging.

A beating by the sheath smashed my wrist.

Remove the sword with a bounce.

Returning her slightly lowered gaze, there she was with her sword raised.

(- Too fast)

A sword swung down will cut me straight from my head in two.

The vision stains black at the same time as the feeling.

In the next moment, I was looking at her from a distance.

…………

I look down at my body silently.

The rot sticking to the bone was burning and the bone itself was beginning to discolor black.

Destroyed by that blow, I was resurrected from one of the peripheral undead.

In the rain, that guy was staring at me.

The mouth raises the question.

"Do you still want to go on?

"... naturally"

As I move forward, I create a new sword.

If you compare me to her today, this one has advantages.

That means it's revivable.

She was just a human being.

Its soul can regenerate even if it is immortal and destroyed, but physically it welcomes death.

Meanwhile, I have a ton of bodies available.

There is nothing to fear death.

I'm going to show you an immortal battle.