Rumble, rumble, rumble...
Wherever the Wizard's Will passed, living beings were reduced to misery and disaster spread. The various mutated creature tribes gathered in this world—ape-men, pangolin-men, and the like—had unknowingly been driven to extinction in untold numbers.
High in the sky, Green's eyes beneath the Face of Truth pierced through the thin chaotic mist, looking down at the dense vegetation below as it was trampled into crooked, shattered ruin by the rampaging slave monster army. He waited patiently for news.
Little Eight, meanwhile, rode atop Mystery's Myriad-Headed Bird, its enormous shadow cast below as it soared through the skies, tirelessly searching.
"It seems there are no traces of the Underground People here either."
Agemund shook his head in disappointment. Just as he was about to issue an order and lead the vast slave monster army onward to search other regions for possible traces of the Underground People, Green stopped him.
Agemund looked at Green in puzzlement.
"There is no need to rush. The Devil Locust Vine is the natural nemesis of these Underground People. According to information once obtained by the Evolved Humans, traces of Underground People definitely appeared on this side near L Base. After they invented some kind of plant-extinction powder and fought the treants, they gradually vanished without a trace."
After a pause, Green continued, "The roots of the Devil Locust Vine have not yet spread here, and the junior wizards below have not reported discovering any large intelligent creature tribes. If there truly is no hidden entrance to an Underground People cave here, that would be far too unbelievable. Let us wait patiently."
After Green's analysis, Agemund nodded and continued waiting.
On the ground, a Crystal Behemoth lumbered forward with a "rumble, rumble." Its body stood over thirty meters tall, knocking down trees all along