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

Dawn has arrived.

The sky begins to whiten from the horizon, and the morning sun illuminates the debris zone.

I wore the hood part of the robe deep in my eyes.

It doesn't extinguish where the sun shines, but it clears up when it's in its current state.

For analogy, it's close to feeling like when salt water is applied to the wound.

It was a less favourable one.

The brightening brightens the sights around.

There were countless bodies folded around.

They are coloured with black blood.

It would be the body burned by flaming magic that is raising the black smoke.

Bloody, I step on top of it like a ghost.

One step at a time, I feel death.

I couldn't help but be reminded of my deeds.

My body is a little heavy.

It's not a psychological problem.

A series of magic exercises reduces the amount of magic left in your body.

Again, more draining than usual, and significantly slower recovery rates.

It should be quick and full speed as usual.

In the first place, it did not wear out in this degree of sorcery exercise.

I want to recover away from the city with a transfer, but I can't rest here.

Because it will give Machia respite.

Her limits were unknown.

Anyway, he is the one who has the backing of the world.

When given the possibility of survival, it may happen to be re-held by some coincidence.

It's a flying idea, but Machia had a precedent for mastering sacred magic.

If we leave here at all, we can well assume that we will be awakened to further power when we return.

If it is to destroy me, the will of the world flies through processes and logic to perform miracles.

Everything was unexpected.

Even with some imposition, Machia should be killed out here.

In front, there was Machia, who had succumbed.

The flashing side, at first glance, is full of gaps.

But several chains of light circulate around her.

When I threw pebbles at him to try, one of the chains reacted and played.

It seems the defense is automatic, not just the attack.

Very convenient technique.

It is something I want to analyze and be able to use.

I observe Machia.

The amount of magic had settled down to the crowd.

Expanded chains of light are also in a state that can be painfully maintained.

Like at first, you can't imitate hundreds of copies at once.

None of them will have the ability to fight continuously.

As initially aimed, Machia is significantly weakened.

…………

I'm moving closer to her.

The closer I approached, the more holy my temper intensified and the burden on my body increased.

Bones all over his body crumble and gradually crumble from the surface.

This holy spirit does not come from magic.

It's what Machia herself is releasing naturally.

I have no choice but to endure more than diminishing my magic and not stopping.

I stopped at some distance.

It was a distance I could hear with a little voice.

Confronted with the Virgin, I tell her without discouragement.

"The soldiers all killed. It's your turn next."

"... really, you're crazy"

"Right."

I solemnly respond.

I knew you wouldn't even tell me.

Tonight's deed is madness itself.

No matter how much they strangled me, I couldn't help but argue.

"You... can't think of anything in this sight?

Standing up, Machia asks with a serious face.

Her gaze circled countless corpses.

All of them are dead by My hand.

He was the victim of an irrational encounter.

I imitated Machia and looked around and answered with a few moments.

"My heart hurts. But it had to be done."

"Heh, I justify it. You lousy scumbag."

Machia tells him to throw up.

This was also a natural opinion.

It's a spoiled word to take.

Machia coughs lightly.

There was blood on the hand I put on my mouth.

The flesh seems to be screaming at the overexercising of sacred sorcery.

Tongued Machia wipes her hands with a pure white coat.

"I was going to slaughter an army of immortals and a modern demon king and grow up as a Virgin. You ruined it."

Machia's eyes were burning with anger and hatred.

She sets up a wand and manipulates the magic in her body.

"The brave man who defeated the previous demon king was a female swordsman. If I kill you here, I will be named a brave man."

"You're the brave one..."

I shrug.

Makia frowned in a grumpy manner.

"What? Complain about that"

- That's a heavy name.

Go ahead at the same time as you answer.

In keeping with that, Machia let the chain of light unfold.

That number is six.

For turning to attack, her own defense becomes even thinner.

Against the chain of light emitted simultaneously, I identify its orbit.

He tried to slip in and stepped in, greeting the impending chain with slashing.

A bounced chain hits another chain and scatters a spark.

Running through the slightest gap created by it.

The light chain is tracked.

It can be attacked even if the position of the target is not known at a distance.

It will have the nature to snipe the immortal to see how it behaves and features so far.

It is good evidence that he has flatly attacked me, even while he has anchored his aim to me without direct contact and exercised covert magic.

Perhaps they sense the very existence of the immortal.

I hid my temper and magic, so that's all I can think about.

Let's say excellent technique indeed.

It does not depend on the skill of the operator and therefore can be handled without the need for training.

However, due to the characteristic of automatic tracking, the chain movement was linear.

If you observe closely, it will be easy to deal with.

I move forward quietly as I play the chains that strike me endlessly.

"Don't come!

Machia, who shouted, chanted, producing arrows of light.

This one is just holy magic.

That's also terribly awkward.

There was only one copy after taking the time to chant.

I lean my neck and dodge the arrows of light emitted.

He further flashed his sword and destroyed the chains of light flying around.

The broken chain becomes a particle of light and disperses.

The chain that was protecting her also disappeared.

We don't have the magic to maintain it anymore.

"Ko, this...... Huh!

Urgent Machia uses witchcraft while chewing several chants.

The arrows of light that were also created push through by me.

Now I didn't even have to avoid it.

You don't hit it because you release it with no aim at all.

"Uh-oh!

Hunted down, Machia threw down her wand and stormed in with a dagger.

The blade is engraved with holy attributes.

It is a magic weapon of immortality.

It is also a first-class product.

But it's not a good user.

I wore a protruding dagger and slammed my palm bottom into Machia's jaw.

Machia leaks her breath and leans back.

I waved my sword there and slashed off her finger holding the dagger.

Blood is scattered as the blade is shaken out.

"No, no, no, no!

Machia exclaims, holding her finger down her lost hand.

As she squatted on the spot, she desperately collected her rolling fingers.

I look down untouched at it.

(poor daughter... is this the end of the modern hero path)

Machia, too, should have been able to use a variety of sacred magic, depending on her training.

It was only then that we would also have had the glory worthy of the Virgin's name.

It could also have been a mere existence to slaughter the immortal demon king.

Makia, however, became proud of herself.

She neglected to train in sacred witchcraft and relied entirely on sacred witchcraft that she could easily exercise.

He also abandoned the choice of taking time to increase his strength.

Captured by unfounded confidence and blinded by current merit and honor, it was as a result that it began its invasion of the demonic kingdom.

Those were her defeats.

"Huh, huh... haha..."

Machia, holding one hand, laughs like she's broken.

I can't see my face because I'm leaning down.

She was shaking her shoulders and laughing.

(Is this also any chance of winning in this situation?

I am alert without lowering my sword.

There's no magic left in Machia, and he doesn't know how to fight melee.

The possibility of being able to slaughter me does not exist.

Closer to this point, there was also a strong sense of holiness emanating from Machia.

I feel like my body is burned to the core.

It's just not that I'm going to be incapacitated right now.

It didn't affect where the battle went.

"Mine, you lose. You can't win like this..."

That's what Machia says, slowly raising her face.

She was grinning with a convulsing cry.

It is a face that has already given up its own raw.

(Did being cornered to the extreme ruin your mind)

There's no sign of Machia doing anything.

Apparently it was really just a cry.

I raise the Sword of Shape.

Machia was looking at me with congested eyes.

Silence comes to the venue.

Machia shrugged in a plundered voice as she tried to never wave her sword down.

"... you really hate humans. Looks like you'll enjoy killing me."