The Executed Sage Reincarnates as a Lich and Begins a War of Aggression Chapter 173: The Sage Turns to Counterattack

A steel ship sailed through the desert as it fired their cannons.

I avoided the high-speed shells by twisting my body this way and that.

However, said shells made a sharp turn from behind and flew back in my direction.

Judging from black mist that surrounded the cannonballs, it seed shamanic magic was imbued into it.

I sorsaulted in the air, avoiding the shells once again.

Then, I used a forbidden spell to wrap the shells in black ice.

The shells malfunctioned and fell to the ground, hitting the tank directly below it and causing a big explosion.

That tracking ability is troubleso

As I looked down at the burning tank, I felt killing intent co from beside .

A bird of steel was about to rush towards .

According to Johns boastful stories, it seed to be a weapon known as a fighter jet.

John and Baruch were riding inside it.

They had smug gazes as they sat inside the cockpit.

The gun mounted on the fighter jet fired away.

I blocked the bullets with the magic powered sword.

The sword was destroyed instantly, but it wasnt a problem since I could keep conjuring more of it.

It was plenty enough to cut down those pesky bullets.

The fighter jet stopped firing and rushed towards again.

There was no sign of it stopping.

It seed that they intended to crash into .

I ducked and cut off the fighter jets bottom half with the magic powered sword.

The jet passed by and crashed while emitting black smoke, breaking apart midair.

A blast of fire columned upwards as it fell towards the desert.

That would normally be enough to instantly kill them, but they would revive themselves soon enough.

I saw it often enough to be familiar with it already.

More than half a day has passed since the battle first began.

We were still killing each other even now.

John and Baruch had already died hundreds of tis, but they rely calmly resurrected themselves.

Then, they would proceed to attack without becoming bored of the repetitive sequence.

On the other hand, I hadnt died even once.

During our combat, Gwen warned that I was apparently unable to reviveunlike those two.

Obviously, I was skeptical of most of her words since she was the one who said it, but I thought it to be true.

I could feel it in my bones.

This place was a special space known as the spiritual world.

Unlike Gwen, who could easily co and go to this space, or John and Baruch who no longer had flesh in the real world, there was definitely so sort of limit imposed on .

And that limit would continue to restrain unless my flesh in the real world was obliterated.

My situational disadvantage was undeniable.

Anyway, I was certain that I shouldnt die in this space.

Therefore, I was fighting with great care for myself.

Yet, I was still not forced into a corner because of it.

Ive got a general idea of John and Baruchs tactic.

They continued to attack with great firepower and without fear of death.

By continuing to attack with reckless abandon, they should be aiming for to suffer from fatigue and or a drain in magic power.

It was a very effective and practical tactic.

However, such a tactic had no aning anymore.

They seed to have incorrectly judged my ability as the Demon Lord.

I was perpetually supplied with magic power and miasma from the Valley of the Dead.

It was still effective, despite being in the spiritual world, allowing to keep unleashing powerful spells almost inexhaustibly.

In other words, I wouldnt suffer from fatigue or a lack of magic power.

As long as I stayed alert, their attacks wouldnt be enough to kill .

Although I had to use so of the aces up my sleeve, I was able to deal with all of them.

Once I beca aware of the things they were capable of, I only needed to respond accordingly.

The battles situation gradually turned in my favor.

On the other hand, both John and Baruch began to show their impatience.

Their fighting thods began to beco rough around the edges and their attacks had beco monotonous for so ti now.

It seed that they were also aware of their bad situation.

Gwen was watching the flow of our battle with a dubious expression.

She appeared to be moody but once she noticed my gaze, she deliberately showed a smile.

She seed to be hiding sothing.

Although I was curious as to what she was hiding, it would be difficult for to confront her right now.

I shouldnt go at her while John and Baruch were still hindering .

Gwen hadnt shown any intention to join the fight so far.

It would be more troubleso if the three of them fought all at once.

The current situation was preferable for .

However, I want to finish this soon.

Those were my musings as I stood in the air, parrying the attacks from the weapons.

John and Baruch had beco distracted as their attacks beca ssy.

Gwen also looked bored and didnt seem willing to support them anymore.

Even if they were indestructible, there were still thods to get around it.

I have experienced battles against an enemy with that kind of characteristic over my journey to subjugate the Demon Lord several tis.

Once I understood their tactics and fighting habits, the chances of failure beca significantly lesser.

It was about ti to overturn this troubleso situation.