The Zombie Giant Beast had been a specialized weapon from the moment of its birth, and it was not particularly skilled at civil engineering.
Thus, under the pouring rain, it looked rather clumsy as it dug into the ground. Many people watching the scene on television probably had no idea what it was doing.
With movements like a wild dog digging for food, it flung vast amounts of wet soil behind itself, gradually forming a mound. It slowly burrowed deeper underground, where the cave was pitch-dark, save for the red glow of the Omega symbol illuminating its path.
The power of ending, the zombies that represented the dead, the darkness that signified fear and the unknown—none of these were pleasant things to most people. But if used properly, they could also become a force to save the world.
The monsters had done nothing wrong, really. They merely wanted to live. Coming out to hunt for food now and then was simply biological instinct; the destruction they caused was merely collateral damage.
So, from the perspective of animal protection, Su Ming had never intended to eliminate the monsters here. He merely wanted to give them a different place to live.
Earth in the MonsterVerse was too crowded. Why not move them to a few other planets? Was that what they called a clean break?
Of course, people now wanted to know what was happening on Earth, yet every communication frequency was broadcasting the excavation live. They were probably cursing the president or God right about now.
But their will had no effect on the Undead Giant Beast. Its heart was filled with hatred for the living, while the voice capable of restraining it echoed in its mind every moment.
Pain, despair, rage, resentment—the dead did not dream, but they still retained