"Whirr—"
"Whirr!~"
"Whirr, whirr~"
It was as if a diligent lumberjack were constantly felling trees with a chainsaw, creating profit for the company and for himself.
Except, along with the trees being cut down came cries of alarm and screams of agony.
The scene transmitted through the projection mirror immediately made Momonga turn serious.
As an undead, his justice value was as low as -500, yet even in World Tree, he had never seen such a cruel method of killing.
The great forest surrounding the Great Tomb of Nazarick seemed like a hellish demon stretching for hundreds of miles, opening its huge mouth and endlessly chewing the humans who entered it in search of secret treasures.
Strands of flesh clung to its sharp teeth, while its dark red tongue blended with the earth. The addition of bloody flesh-mud turned the entire forest into a paradise lost in hell.
Would this pose a threat to the Great Tomb of Nazarick? Would such an incident attract the mysterious and unpredictable Spacetime Administration?
All these uncontrollable factors left Momonga frantic with worry. Only after layer upon layer of light flashed across his body did Momonga, the last Supreme Being of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, calm down.
"Albedo!"
There were fewer and fewer people in the forest.
Yet there were always clever people who found the trick.
As long as they made no sound, or the people around them were louder than they were, the mystery would not come after them.
Covered in the splattered flesh and blood of several teammates, he looked like a zombie whose evolution had failed in a technological world.
He was an experienced and powerful adventurer.
Adamantite.
The burly man who had earlier gathered his courage and wanted to fight the mystery had long since been scared