The dark tunnel.
Intense wind howled full of pain and suffering.
A pitying voice came.
『 How pitiful, even I am regretful about this 』
At the camp where the Demon Lord originally was, all the demons laid flat on the ground, writhing and trembling.
It was as if they were receiving some sort of unspeakable torture, but couldn't let out a single sound due to their mouths being sealed shut.
The pitying voice rang out again: 『 But this can't be helped, it's because you low-leveled bugs couldn't even block a single tunnel 』
The voice sighed.
『 Just die 』
Following this voice, the entire camp went silent.
The demons stopped writhing.
Their corpses slowly melted.
After a while, another voice came.
『 What now? We even lost a Remodeled Demon Lord. 』
The voice from before replied with a question: 『 Did you find that soul from before? 』
