The Executed Sage Reincarnates as a Lich and Begins a War of Aggression Chapter 82: The Sage is Accused by the Inventor

I observed John as he erged.

He wore a golem suit that was glowing with magical light.

It seed it had already begun to function.

I could feel the mystic stones reaction from the box on his back.

He sure is tough. He prepared different types of insurance for various situations.

I was impressed with Johns ticulousness, but I was sure this would be his last option.

This reinforced armor should be the last card he had.

And it wasnt even proper equipnt either.

It was more like a futile effort.

I descended to the ground.

As I landed, I quietly held the keepsakes sword.

I wouldnt initiate.

There was no need for to hurry.

Demon Lord!

Driven by impetuous emotions, John rushed towards .

He drove magic power into both of his hands to produce a wide blade made of holy attribute magic.

He raised his hand as he jumped in.

Hah!

With a two-handed grip, he tried to thrust the blade towards .

I swung my sword horizontally to et it.

The blade made from magic power shattered easily as it was slashed apart.

His movents are too simple. He also swung too wide in his attack.

It was clear he was aiming to settle this in one attack.

John must have realized that he wouldnt be able to win in a battle which relied on skill.

Even so, it was a bad move to keep making such broad attacks, but I wasnt kind enough to point that out to him.

He was too impatient, and this has driven him to the road of self-destruction.

I focused my magic power into one hand and struck at Johns torso in the form of a shockwave.

Gah, aa.

Johns eyes opened wide as he was blown away.

He used his arm to sohow break his fall and managed to stand up.

Afterwards, he spat out so blood.

The reinforced armor was damaged in both the chest and abdon area.

Those parts turned brittle, as if they might co off at any mont.

The gaps exposed the clothes within it, which were wet with sweat and blood.

Give up. You have no way of defeating .

Shut the fu** up!

John furiously pulled out a gun and tried to point it towards .

Its useless.

I appeared directly in front of John using short range transfer.

I cut through the gun before he could shoot it, causing it to explode directly on his hand and face.

John was forcefully flung back.

The impact shattered the helt and it broke away.

The reason why his neck wasnt broken by the impact was probably due to protection of the reinforced armor.

UOAAAaa!

John scread as he tried to do a roundhouse kick.

I stopped it with one arm.

I disregarded my miasma-ford arm, which broke down, and slashed at John.

ah.

John backed away as he prodded at his own body.

His torso was torn diagonally.

The wound caused broken ribs and damage to his internal organs.

Blood imdiately started spurting out.

Da, damn it

John desperately grabbed the box on his back.

Then the reinforced armor glowed and covered his wounds.

As the light went out, his bleeding subsided and his wound closed.

It was recovery magic.

Perhaps he made use of the mystic stones magic power.

It was practically suicide to use power of the spirit as is, but in John's current state, he couldnt afford to hesitate.

If he did, he would die from blood loss anyway.

He must have had no choice but to do so.

I reconstructed my broken arm using miasma, and pointed at John, who was breathing raggedly.

You must be the main personality, right?

John didnt answer; instead, he just glared at .

His gaze still held the will to fight.

It was burning with the desire for justice.

Imdiately after, John rushed to attack .

I caught his fist and pulled him toward .

Then I elbowed him as he stumbled forward.

Even as his nose started spurting blood, John pressed forward and did a head-butt.

His face collided with my skull.

I heard the cracking sound of broken bone.

He has amazing tenacity.

I grabbed Johns face and used my montum to slam him to the ground.

John moaned as he was covered in the blood and vomit.

Gukuuh, uuuu

John clung to my leg.

His muddy face was weeping.

However, his fighting spirit still didnt disappear.

John held a knife with his other hand and thrust it toward .

The trembling blade age managed to cut into my bone albeit only slightly.

This burning sound was probably caused by the holy attribute enchanted into it.

I kicked John away.

He couldnt resist and fell on his back.

It appeared that he no longer had strength to stand up, and just writhed on the ground in vain.

As I looked down on him in his current situation, I used my magic.

The soil behind John rose up and beca a cross about as tall as him.

Then magic chains appeared and tied him there.

Restrained, John struggled desperately.

However, there was no sign of either the cross or the chains breaking.

All he did was waste his strength.

SHIT. This aint how it ends it wasnt supposed to be like this YEA, right! I shoulda be the one who cornered him! If only the robot was tweaked a little more no good. Really, what should I do1"

Johns expression kept changing as he scread loudly.

He looked completely confused.

His expression never stayed the sa for long.

The contents of his remarks were also incoherent and I couldnt understand very much.

Are the two personalities inside of him currently in conflict?

The danger of his life might have upset the balance within him.

I could only think that was the case.

I, I have to go back the TV, the show I watched every week will I dont, know it's an interesting one. I forgot, to record it to, night

John turned in a certain direction and kept muttering.

His eyes seed to be looking at sothing that didnt exist here.

The anguish that filled his bleeding face was fading.

John Doe.

As I walked closer and called out to him, he lost this expression.

His eyes beca focused again as he looked at .

It seed he returned to reality.

What is it you wanted to kill , right?! I f***ing dare you! The tech we made is revolutionary! Are you trying to destroy such potential?!

John shouted with bloodshot eyes.

Even as he was bound to the cross, he was still trying to declare his own worth.

His claim was not wrong either.

The inventor known as John Doe was likely to beco a turning point in this world's history.

I asked him as I pointed around.

Do you feel nothing as you see this city? Everything was destroyed. It was the result of the advancent of your technology.

All of this happened caused by your invasion! We didnt wanna wreck the city! All of it was caused by the Demon Lords Army, while we

I swung my sword to cut off his words.

Imdiately, John stiffened.

A red line erged on his neck, and fresh blood spilled from it.

Johns eyes lost their light.

He gently hung his neck and stopped moving.

I swung the sword down and flung the blood off.

I glanced at the cross stained with fresh blood and told John.

Indeed. All of the responsibility lies with . Youre welco to condemn . However, I just killed you now.

Regardless of how noble their thoughts and claims were, humans needed the power to back it up.

There was no point in just spewing beautiful words with your mouth.

Indeed, I was the worst and the most evil Demon Lord, but I made use of violence to achieve my goal.

I didnt give in to anyone, and made use of my power to overturn fate.

That was the difference between and all humans who I've slaughtered so far.

Just then, I noticed a growing brightness from the corner of my eye.

From what I could tell, it seed the sun was beginning to reveal itself.

Dawn has co.

I threw a glance at the crucified corpse as the sun began to shine down on it, before sheathing the keepsake sword back in its scabbard.