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

I point the cutting edge of my sword at her.

The pitch-black blade was faintly glowing reflecting the moonlight.

"Neither of our assertions is wrong. with each other's faults, but with just the same legitimacy"

I move forward.

And I told her the end of the thought.

"So I decided. If only those who survived this battle would continue to move forward."

That was my derived conclusion.

Neither can one side give way to the advantages of the question.

Then we will only decide in battle.

The expansion itself was something we knew from the edge, but this time the process was important.

I could have known what she meant when she came back.

That dispelled the backwardness from being a wise man to becoming a demon king.

They recognised their ways from the ground up.

As a result, this is how they confront each other with dignity.

As the enemy of the world, I stand before the brave.

"The best brave man and the best demon king. If both are right, the stronger will carry on the trail. So what do you say?"

"That's simple and lucid. It's not like it's sturdy."

"It's been more than a decade since I became the immortal demon king. There's been a lot of environmental change."

A delivery figure floats in the back of my brain.

With all the personalities, I'm sure their influence is upon them.

I'm unconscious, but from her point of view, it seems to have changed dramatically.

"... Really?"

She shrugged small and laughed.

It was the clearest face I've ever seen.

It's not a fake look.

I was laughing from the bottom of my heart.

Eventually calmed down, she inhaled deeply.

That's how I try to set up a sword in nature.

She sent her gaze over the blade.

"Well. You have no remorse, do you?

"Whatever."

I snort and take a stand.

It was a different structure from the brave, assuming the use of a wide variety of sorceries and powers.

She smiles when she sees it.

It was something with a definite sense of kindness and intimacy.

But it also dives right into the ringing.

With a dazzling glance, she stepped out.

"Well, let's get started"

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Under the night sky, we exchange swords.

In the quiet wilderness, only the sound of battle echoes.

I manage to see an incredible rush of speed.

Tilting his neck, the blade plundered his head.

A slight shock runs, but not enough to interfere with thoughts.

I managed to circumvent it and I transformed my ribs into tentacles.

Try to stretch them out and get her.

She intercepted them with a sword wave.

The tentacles are slashed with no remaining tentacles and extinguished with black dust.

She tried to move straight into pursuit. But she looks at me and opens her eyes.

In my hand, the space was spherically distorted.

It has a slight friction sound whilst spinning fast.

He exercised the curse with a slight respite earned by his tentacles.

The activated curse interfered with the flow of time and forced me to slow down any movement other than mine.

Some of them include the brave men in front of them.

Relatively accelerated, I made an immediate transition to pursuit.

Before a super-fast streak of fire, she defends herself.

He avoided injuries through miraculous skill and foresight.

Pretty dangerous move, but she'd handle it sooner or later.

Not even a curse that makes each other's time unequal can be a decisive beating to defeat the brave.

(I know. We need to be more forthcoming... and even set it up)

I think with unprecedented concentration.

I watched her move slowly and switched tactics ad hoc.

The power of the Demon King is laid upon his beloved.