"Whew-"

"Ugh! ～”

"呲呲~"

It seems that there is a hard-working lumberjack, armed with a chainsaw, constantly cutting down trees to create benefits for the company and himself.

It's just that the cutting down of trees is accompanied by screams or screams.

The picture coming out of the projection mirror suddenly made the flying squirrel serious.

As an undead, he has a Justice Value of -500, but he has never seen such a brutal killing method in the World Tree.

The large forest surrounding the Great Tomb of Nasalik in front of him was like a demon from hell that stretched for hundreds of miles, opening its mouth and chewing on the human beings who entered its mouth in search of the secret treasure.

Sharp teeth with strands of flesh, dark red tongue coating blends with the earth, and the bonus of flesh and mud transforms the entire forest into a paradise lost in hell.

Will this pose a threat to the Great Tomb of Nasalik? Will this state of affairs attract the mysterious Temporal Authority?

All the uncontrollable factors made the flying squirrel anxious, until layers of light flashed on his body, and the flying squirrel, the last supreme of the Nasalik Great Tomb, calmed down.

"Jarbede!"

There are fewer and fewer people in the forest.

But there are always some smart people who have found the trick.

As long as you don't make a sound, or if the voices of the people around you are louder than you, the mystery won't find you.

With the flesh and blood splashed by several teammates on his body, the whole person is like a zombie who has failed to evolve in the technological world.

He is an experienced and powerful adventurer.

Stainless steel grade.

The strong man who had plucked up the courage to fight against the mystery had already scared his guts, and now even if a little mouse appeared in front of him, he would definitely be the target of the escape.

The strength of the steel grade comes from the powerful physical and martial arts.

Luckily, he's not a magic chanter. The singers in the team, who are also of the steel level, have already been mysteriously crushed into meat sauce when they activate the spell.

The first layer of flesh on his chest was probably the magic chanter.

The adventurer's spirit is at its peak, and he controls himself to jump into an open space without dead leaves and branches every time, trying not to make a sound.

That's the limit of what he can do.

But he didn't expect it

There were screams in the forest, which had already alarmed the kingdom warrior chief Gurdjief and others, and some soldiers went to investigate, and as soon as they reached the edge, they saw an adventurer writhing his body in a strange posture, which was even more comical than the street performers in the royal capital.

The soldier scoffed.

"Hey! It happened inside."

Before the soldier could finish speaking, the steel-level adventurer, frightened by the sound, stepped on a dead branch.

"Click~"

The crisp sound, muffled by the soldier's voice, was not worth mentioning.

But.

The steel-class adventurer raised his head, and the soldier was startled!

The bloodshot eyes seemed to ooze blood, the vicissitudes of life, and the armor bathed in blood all proved that the other party was in big trouble.

What kind of eyes are they?

Grief? Resentment?

Almost all negative emotions can be included in it.

In particular, the pupils, which were constricted to the extreme, were like nails pierced into the hearts of young soldiers.

How can a soldier who has never been on the battlefield ever see a person like this? The other party's expression as if he was about to gnaw on his flesh made the soldier's feet soften.

"Ugh! ～”

The sound of the woodcutter's industrious chainsaw sounded again.

The soldier saw the most horrific scene of his life.

Not far away, the people at the edge of the forest just disappeared!

There seemed to be an unknown liquid spilling out, and there was a stiff thing wearing a rope.

'He seems to have blown up?' ’

The thought kept echoing in the soldier's mind.

The soldier touched the dark red mud that had splattered on his armor.

The scent of blood was rushing into the soldier's nostrils, more irritating than the smell of rouge on a lover's body.

"Ahh Yes!!! ”

The soldier took three steps back in a row, his long sore legs unable to support his frightened heart.

"Poof" sat down on the ground.

The slippery mud on the ground reminded the soldiers of the bloody mud that had gathered together after the human explosion.

The crotch is hot and the pee comes out.

The young soldier crawled with his hands and feet, throwing a collapsing rope into the air.

The rope is thrown and the nameplate is raised.

In the moonlight, the nameplate representing the grade of stainless steel reflects a bright light.

Subsequently, it was thrown into the bloody mud that exploded in situ in the forest.

It's a coincidence.

The kingdom warrior chief Gejieff, the strongest man in the kingdom who stepped into the hero realm half a step away.

After consulting with a few nobles stationed here, it was decided to take advantage of the darkness to find out.

Anyway, the big forest has been explored countless times, and the surrounding mud pits have been dug three feet deep, and you can't even see a monster, where is the danger?

Dressed in armor and with a broadsword at his waist, Gerjieff complained about the young soldiers in the assembled army.

Adventurers who heard the sounds around said they wanted to join in the fun.

Gurdjieff gladly accepted, but several other nobles were disgruntled.

The Magic Chanters of the Adventurers' party use magic illumination, and the large group makes their way into the dark forest.

It's like a delicious piece of meat that breaks into the mouth of a demon.

The scattered footsteps of the soldiers crackled the dead branches and leaves on the ground.

The large army did not go deeper, and Gurdjieff only led more than 100 people to explore the expedition.

The transparent soul of the shadow ghost appeared above the forest for some reason, and he couldn't help but giggle a few times as he looked at the small group of troops that had entered the forest.

Extraordinarily infiltrating.

The eyes that occupied half of the face looked at the large army stationed outside the forest, the shadow ghost's eyes were full of greed, and the fat fragrant meat could not be eaten in the mouth, which made the shadow ghost's soul body simulate a large amount of saliva in the mouth.

The Shadow Ghost became the spirit of the sacrificial circle.

Its homage to the great old ruler rises to everything.

Like a little demon, the Shadow Ghost hides in the darkness and secretly plays with Gerjieff's small army.

The cacophony entered the forest, and the industrious lumberjacks seemed to rest and no longer held the chainsaw, creating benefits for the company.

Gurdjieff discovers the nameplate of the steel-class adventurer and discovers the mud that has burst around the trees.

There was still a faint smell of blood in the air.

The army moved on.

The deeper into the forest, the more bloody it stood, and Gurdjieff could find dark red and bloodshot flesh on trees, land, and dead leaves.

Human, fresh, meat that can be made into fish-flavored shredded meat.

The flying squirrel who was meeting with the many Guardians in the Great Tomb of Nasalik did not notice that Gerjief, who had always had his eye on him, entered the mouth of the demon.

Xiao Di was expounding on the plan of the Great Supreme, although the flying squirrel had no idea what he had planned

The Guardian said yes and looked at the flying squirrel with adoring, respectful eyes.

The flying squirrel felt a little embarrassed.

And Gurdjieff is like a butterfly about to fall into a spider's web.

"Hee-hee-hee~"