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

The activated lightning magic began to shed lightning like heavy rain.

The soldiers in the line are burned to death in it.

Because of the density, the damage was instantly swollen.

So much so that defensive magic unfolded.

Translucent barriers outweigh lightning.

New defensive magic layered from the damaged side.

I guess multiple operators work together to make it up.

(That's a bad move overall)

I commend the soldiers for their response.

In addition to being confused by being poked at by surprise, he seems to be blinded by the direct view of the thunder.

It will still take some time, although we are trying to manage to achieve unity.

Go on. I'll pay attention to where Machia was.

There existed a sphere made up of chains of light.

Apparently, she's in there.

They are thoroughly defended by wrapping chains of light around them and turning them into spheres.

Machia gives top priority to her life.

I guess you're thinking about the possibility of me ambushing you.

After a series of victimizations, she was recognising my threats.

Behind words and deeds is a cautious way of fighting.

It was convenient for me.

If she's always on offense, this one's in danger of being fatally injured.

I want to kill the soldiers around me right now and keep the weakening going.

If Makia is going to be passive, I don't hesitate to carry her into a favorable situation.

I flew inside the soldiers on a visual transfer.

Rotate quickly waving your sword.

With the blood splash and screaming, I started walking.

"Ugh, ooh..."

"Hih!?

"Hey, somebody hurry up and attack..."

Surprised soldier's neck, slashed off his arm and pierced his heart.

He killed them one after the other before they reacted.

Conscious not to be in the same place for a moment.

By being suddenly brought into a riot, the soldiers' confusion had reached its extreme.

Most people have no idea what's going on, and thunderbolt magic still pours out of their heads.

Defensive magic also repeated the process of retightening if destroyed.

Inevitably, the surgeon is forced to wear out.

Those who tried to cope with my assault also couldn't help the detours.

For out of many allies, I alone must be attacked.

The hesitation had created an irresistible gap, which had been slashed by me at the end of the patrol.

I can understand the psyche in case you don't want to involve your people, but the stray results in more sacrifices.

Meanwhile, I was very simple.

Everything but yourself is the enemy.

You can just slash and lay low.

I don't need to think about anything extra.

(Hmm...?

As he was cutting off the resistance of the soldier, he sensed a strong magical reaction overhead.

At the edge of your vision is a chain of light.

It is roaming like a snake, emitting a holy light.

Machia, who was thoroughly defensive, but he decided to come here and turn to counterattack.

Shortly after I recognized it, the chain of light grew without sound.

When I grab a soldier who was nearby, I turn myself over and move into its shadow.

And I gently pressed my back wrapped in armor.

"Eh."

A soldier raises a loose voice between them.

A chain of excess light penetrated his belly and thrust straight up into the sky.

"Oh, my, oh, my!

The soldier screams as he drips blood reflexes.

The limbs wielded according to the agony do not, however, make any sense.

Eventually, the soldier stripped his white eyes and died.

The overhead defensive magic weakens accordingly.

He wasn't particularly conscious, but now the soldier seemed to be one of the operatives who was preventing lightning.

In the wake of the tragic death of their colleagues, the soldiers freeze uniformly.

No one could move the spot, they were losing their words.

staring at the corpse as it remained pierced.

Machia's attack, which was supposed to be an ally, tragically killed a soldier in front of him.

Even though it is understandable that it is negligence, the spiritual shock is enormous.

Maybe it's my turn next.

It was just a sight to make you think so.

I use their agitation to resume the killing.

I have no hand in missing this opportunity.

Try to scratch between the soldiers and slaughter them foolishly.

In the meantime, the chains of light do not fly.

Is Machia thoroughly defended again?

I realized that I had murdered my allies, and maybe that made me cower.

Her ability to judge was difficult to say for the moment accurate.

The situation has overshadowed the policy.

I guess I've never fought as a commander.

Machia said her status had improved with the acquisition of sacred sorcery.

This must be just the time to be a part of it.

If she had gained experience as a commander, she would have been forced to struggle further.

Soldiers arriving from all directions.

I kick and slay them like a storm.

Every time I waved my sword, the soldiers' hands, feet and necks danced through the universe.

"Demon King, be ready. Wow!

There was a shielded soldier bravely advancing.

They're going to stand up and stop my fast forward.

(Not a bad decision)

If you can stop my advance, we can launch an attack there.

In terms of numbers, the Holy Staff Army had its share.

If you can beat them, it will be their victory.

(... but sweet)

I increase the output of physical enhancement to further accelerate.

He swung down his sword from the Great Upper Stage and cut off the soldiers from each shield.

Different place where it collapsed in two.

"Death!

Another soldier sticks out a spear.

Sophisticated and good attack.

They're aiming precisely from outside between swords.

But this doesn't reach my life either.

I put my sword along the impending spear and slightly deflected the poking orbit.

The tip slightly scrapes my cheekbone, capturing one eye of the soldier behind me.

"What...!?"

He stabbed his companion and grabbed the moving soldier's neck, letting him take a patterned beating in the face.

Take the spear from the hands of a soldier who faints.

My eyeballs remain stabbed in the tip of my ear, but I don't even have time to take them off with hatred.

"- Put it on."

As I step over the corpse, I apply magic enhancement to the spear.

And he threw it in the direction of progress.

A spear with a roar wraps up a soldier in a straight line and skewers him.

The aftermath of the spiralling destruction also entailed soldiers who were spared direct strikes.

Everyone and he are squandered as helpless beings.

The formation of the Holy Staff Army was completely disintegrating when the spear penetrated a distant church.

The earth is shredded fan-shaped to the starting point, and the soldiers who were supposed to have been there are turned into pieces of flesh.

More than a thousand soldiers would have died in battle just because of the current throw.

There was a sound of defensive witchcraft deciding overhead.

There were fewer surgeons to maintain, and they couldn't stand it.

The ravages caused by lightning resume and are attacked by soldiers who were fortunate enough to survive.

No one can afford to fight back against me.

Still, I sprinkled the flaming magic around like it was a tatami.

Although the instantaneous power is low, it is a technique that can cause continuous damage with extended burning.

After a while they waited, they scattered those who fell unsatisfied with their breathing, and those who were seared and stuffed and tormented by high fever.

I approach there and knock the blade equally into my brain.

Chained killings had reduced the soldiers' morale to the extreme.

Finally, those who try to escape begin to appear.

It's not a strategic retreat.

It is a loss of life sparing.

That's why I surrounded the rubble zone with boundaries.

They will have trouble escaping from the battlefield as Machia's source of magic.

I still slaughter and kill the soldiers who lost their escape with my sword.

I mow my life mercilessly.

(This is hell. I am at the heart of it…)

It's the words of self-derision that come to mind in my chest.

I kept waving the Sword of Shapes as I wet myself in people's blood tides.