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

Over hundreds of incapacitations will kill the brave.

But she tried to respond with only one sword.

Vibrant enough to fall in love, the art of Special Attacks is slashed and laid down.

She comes running sick the same way.

If I had ever been, I'd be right around the time I was pushed.

But now we have some sort of awakening.

At a rate that antagonized her swordsmanship, she activated her abilities one after the other.

While escaping the sword's intermission, he develops a multifaceted technique that is prone to transformation.

(Thoughts are clear. Something so different?)

I admire you as you bomb the front strip.

In dialogue with her, the strays and troubles had completely disappeared.

It's spiritually fulfilling, and those things are freeing my powers.

It was in a state where it was able to draw true full strength.

Soil smoke rises at the bombing site.

She jumped out of there.

A little dirty, but I don't see any noticeable trauma.

It was in the expected range to cut through.

(No problem. just shoot it in)

I fly a chain of curses there.

Divided into dozens, the waves of chains thrust like crawling through the earth.

She swung endlessly with her sword.

Sparks and metal sounds sound constantly when attacking.

You should be able to ravage the main army with a single chain, but the braves were lightly smashing.

In response to that sight, I unleash an extra technique.

But she won't stop.

It breaks through fires that take a descent, lightning strikes that erupt from the ground, even blades that cut from space to space.

The more irrational the attack, the more brilliant the sword was.

Meanwhile, my movements accelerate indefinitely.

The effect of a time-operated curse.

In a state where the perimeter seemed to have stopped, but only she was moving at the normal speed.

They approach the irrational technique of exaggerating while preventing it with only their swords.

(- Coming. Coming. brave man, come)

I learn unspeakable joy.

For the first time in my life, I have fallen into this sensation.

Assuming you're going to die here, you have no regrets whatsoever.

I was in a clear mood by then.

Of course I'm not going to defeat anything.

I outdo her here.

I'm not just a wise man to follow.

As the demon king who defeats the brave, he reigns in the world.

Finally, as she approaches her sight, she turns around and moves on to the offensive.

I defended myself by instinct, pinching a counterattack in between and crumbling the war situation.

Fight without retreating as you are crushed to pieces.

(It's still too late. Ahead. We have to go beyond her...... ugh!

Consolidating the power of all borrowing elevates me to my own strength.

The difference in skill was filled by hand and eaten by the ultimate swordsmanship.

Turn your consciousness only to the brave man in front of you.

Left sound and light behind, I continued to immerse myself in this fight.

Eventually my blow played her sword.

It captured a moment that could hardly be described as a slight gap.

The sword dances high as it rotates.

"... eh"

She was surprised to open her eyes.

Don't miss the perfect opportunity and I'll make a spike out of it.

She jumped and slashed it, grabbing the sword in the air.

(- This is the only place)

I was convinced when I saw the falling brave man.

They use spatial magic to transfer certain objects.

It was a decaying arrow that came out of a space of nothing.

The wooden areas are rotten and discolored, so brittle that they are likely to break in a breeze.

I eject it by magic.

Naturally, she tries to cut off the orbit of the arrow and tilt the sword to prevent it.

The unleashed arrow hit the blade and was bounced without difficulty.

However, when orbital modifications are made with unnatural behavior, propulsion is gained and accelerated.

The arrow pierced her chest to be sucked in.