Within the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the atmosphere became incredibly heavy.
"Aside from Natsuriya, even Demiurge is......…"
Sitting on the throne, the Lich clenched its hands tightly, the red light in the pitch-black eye sockets shining ever more brightly.
"Supreme Sovereign! We cannot endure this any longer!"
At this moment, the Demon beside it also roared angrily.
"If this continues, it will only allow us to be picked off individually. We should quickly enhance the strength of the Great Tomb of Nazarick! Attack, destroy the surrounding cities, annihilate all the resisters, and then let the Supreme Sovereign transform them into the Undead Legion! We must show this world the true power of the Great Tomb of Nazarick!"
"......…Let me think about it a bit more."
