Inside Nazarick Great Tomb, the atmosphere had become incomparably grim.
"Besides Shalltear, even Dimiurgos..."
Seated upon the Throne, the Lich clenched his hands tightly, the red glow within his black eye sockets growing ever brighter.
"Supreme One! We can no longer endure this!"
The succubus beside him roared loudly as well.
"If this continues, they will only pick us off one by one. We must strengthen Nazarick Great Tomb as quickly as possible! Attack, destroy the surrounding cities, wipe out all resistance, then have the Supreme One transform them into an Undead Army! We must show this world the true power of Nazarick Great Tomb!"
"...Let me think about it."
Hearing the succubus's proposal, the Lich hesitated for a moment but still gave no definite answer. Though he was furious over the deaths of Shalltear and Dimiurgos, fear followed close behind that anger. Shalltear was one thing, but he knew Dimiurgos's personality very well. He was not the type, like Shalltear, to charge into battle without looking back. If he noticed something was wrong, Dimiurgos would certainly leave at once.
Yet even he had failed to escape... Just how strong was the opponent?
Not to mention the loss of the battle maids...
"Everyone, heed my command. From this moment on, seal the entire Great Tomb. No one is to leave!"
Having made up his mind, the Lich decisively gave the order. Upon hearing it, the succubus was immediately startled.
"Lord Einz! If you do this..."
"The situation remains unclear. We must proceed with caution!"
The Lich shook his head.
"What concerns me more is the safety of the Great Tomb and all of you. Shalltear and Dimiurgos are already dead. I do not wish to lose any more subordinates!"
"Yes..."
Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads. Though they were all