The Executed Sage Reincarnates as a Lich and Begins a War of Aggression Chapter 106: The Sage Defends the Capital

A large amount of teorites fell at the sa density as that of heavy rain.

Every single one of those teorites were protected by magic and couldnt be destroyed easily.

While it was without a doubt Baruchs handiwork, he wasnt the one who had cast the magic.

In general, offensive magic was ill-suited for Baruch, who specialized in shamanic spells.

It was definitely impossible for him to be able to use great magic like the one that was used to conjure this large amount of teorites.

This is beyond what a forbidden spell can achieve.

I already knew who had used the magic.

When I was in the Republic, the owner of the magic reaction must have been the caster.

I really wanted to deal with that issue, but I had to do sothing about these teorites first.

The capital would be ruined in an instant if I left them alone.

As expected, I needed to avoid such a result.

I stared at the teorites and completely analyzed them at the sa ti.

I confird the flow of magic power and the structure of the spell.

This would make the spell I cast more effective against it.

I shot a gravitational wave upwards, weakening the montum of the teorites.

Their descent speed slowed for a bit.

However, it was only a minor difference.

Due to the resistance magic imbued on those teorites, they were less susceptible to the effect of gravity.

It seems he is seriously trying to destroy the capital.

While maintaining the gravitational wave, I continued to use other magic.

As I waved my hand, spears of miasma appeared in front of .

There were 30,000 of them.

Each of these spears contained enough power to obliterate a badly made fortress.

It was not a spell designed to be used against a single person, but rather an army.

I shot the lined up spears of miasma towards the teorites.

The spears received acceleration from the gravitational waves and approached the teorites, producing a roaring sound as they collided with their targets.

One spear would hit its target, producing cracks on the teorites surface, which would explode as the next spear hit the sa teorite.

And so, the teorites got pierced, and broke down one after another.

Even with their resistance, they probably hadnt expected them to be hit with this much destructive power.

Soon, most of the teorites were crushed, reducing them into fine grains of rocks as they rained.

This will alleviate so damage, but its still not enough.

I added another spell into the mix.

The miasma spears in the sky lost their shape and spread, becoming amorphous ivy.

That ivy would entwine itself on the broken teorites starting from a single spot.

As soon as they touched the ivy, the teorites fragnts began to lt.

I added 10 more consecutive forbidden fire spells into it to finish them off.

A raging jet-black fire covered the sky and burned the teorites entwined in the ivy.

With the combination of heat and miasma, all those teorites were finally erased.

As soon as the fire went out, what remained above was a cloudless blue sky.

There were no remains of the teorites anywhere.

It seed the predicant had been solved for the ti being.

At that mont, I felt a killing intent from afar.

I turned around and swung my sword.

This is

I cut the small thing that approached in half.

I saw what just fell.

The thing that had flown towards my blind spot was ice the size of a grain.

There were trendous amounts of curses imbued within it.

It seed to have been released at a high speed from a distance.

The attack thod was similar to sniping that was done with a bow or a gun.

It had just been reproduced in the form of magic.

Those teors were to grab my attention while that snipe just now was the real deal

As I was sowhat impressed by their ticulous thods, I transferred myself to where the magic had been unleashed.

It was a place that was far from the capital.

It was in the midst of a clear adow.

In front of was a man with an unfamiliar atmosphere.

The man had well-combed blonde hair, and a pair of green eyes; he wore a stylish aristocratic outfit.

Contrary to his neat appearance, he had an evil smile on his face.

The malicious intent I could feel on his whole body proved he was no longer human.

What's inside doesn't match.

I could feel a discrepancy between his body and soul.

It wasnt because he was being manipulated.

It was more like his body had been hijacked.

I was familiar with the mysterious atmosphere of this man.

Since we had just talked earlier, it further convinced about it.

Youre Baruch, right?

When I asked him, the man was overjoyed.

He was smiling as if he had been waiting for such a response.

Thats right. Thanks to a certain soone who ripped my flesh apart, I had to take over soone elses body to survive. How utterly inconvenient.

Baruch flagrantly lanted.

While his words voiced his complaint towards , his face was plastered with an unpleasant smile.

From the beginning, Baruch wasnt a man who had an attachnt to his body.

I didnt know how much he ant it when he said that it was an inconvenience.

Looking at the amount of his magic power, it was about the sa as ten years ago.

In fact, he probably didnt care that much about it.

Baruch turned his gaze towards the capital.

He snorted in a bad mood as he saw that there was no apparent damage.

To think you had it in you to block a forbidden spell of that scale. Though I dont want to admit it, at least the power you have seems worthy of bearing the title of the Demon Lord.

Baruch put his hand on his face then laughed so hard he staggered.

It was broken laughter, like that of a doll.

He then started to rapidly spew out sentences.

Hahah, youre always the sa. Every plan I prepared, destroyed at its crucial mont. Youre always getting in my way. Even now, I want to annihilate you, eradicate you, kill you so much that I cant wait!

I saw Baruch's eyes, which were visible through the gaps between his fingers.

His unblinking gaze was burning with intense hatred.

In addition, he was shedding tears of blood.

That was definitely not an act.

That was Baruch's genuine feelings.

Do you enjoy ruining my plans every ti? All my plans. Just a little push was all that they needed. Enough of such boorish actions

I dont know about your circumstances. I'm just acting for the sake of my own goal.

I replied simply to him.

anwhile, I observed Baruch's actions.

Despite his emotional outburst, he hadnt shown any openings that I could take advantage of.

If I forcibly attacked at this mont, his shamanic magic would teach a lesson om painful retaliations.

There were a few shamanic magic that were permanently effective.

Since I was currently a Demon Lord, perhaps I could naturally resist it, but I wouldnt take any chances.

I wouldnt underestimate Baruch.

As expected, I needed to stay cautious.

Aah, you haven't changed at allyou are the only one worthy of being my nesis. At least you are more troubleso than that hero. Now that you have beco the Demon Lord, you have learnt how to act like a ruthless evil. I hate it I hate it, I hate it, I HATE IT!

Baruch scread as he scratched his head.

He repeatedly took rough breaths.

Blood was spilling from his fingers that had lost their nails.

After this brief tantrum, Baruch returned to normal.

He stroked his hair and wiped his tears of blood with the sleeves of his clothes.

His nails were regenerating before I knew it.

Baruch exhaled and a wry smile crept up on his face as he cald down.

Im sorry about that. It seems I lost my calm for a mont there. It appears that having my nesis right in front of excites too much.

As he said that, Baruch reached into his bosom.

The thing he took out was an arm of a demi-human.

It had gray skin and indigo scales on each end.

It shone brightly as it reflected the sunlight.

Well then, Dwight. Do you know what this is?

I stayed silent in response to his question.

I was almost certain of what it was.

I felt an abnormal magic reaction from that arm.

It was what I had sensed at the capital of the Republic.

The teorites from earlier must have been cast by that very arm.

After the silence, Baruch shrugged dramatically.

He fondly caressed that arm.

Then, he spoke the answer I was expecting.

So you refuse to respond. Then Ill just answer it in your stead then. This right arm once belonged to a supre person the Demon Lord.