Are you kidding me?! The boss of the Hell Dungeon is a loli!

When his consciousness returned, Jiang Luo first reached for the Blood Moon Scythe, but his palm only touched the cold armrest of the throne. The image of the fake taking the scythe immediately flashed back into his mind.

She opened her eyes to a dark red dome that filled her vision, dozens of green-flame oil lamps hanging high above, and an obsidian throne that was ridiculously tall beneath her feet.

The handrails are engraved with twisted patterns that move beneath the palm of your hand, and with each inch they move, the entire hall resonates with a deep echo.

"Where is this?"

The sound of the exit was deep, carrying the echo of ancient rules. Upon hearing it, Jiang Luo's gaze fell on his hand.

Her hands were long and slender with clearly defined knuckles. A black robe covered her wrists, and there were still strange dark red patterns on the edges of her fingernails.

She lifted her leg and stepped on the throne pedal.

Long trousers, black boots.

The black leather shoes are gone.

Jiang Luo raised his hand to his throat, and his fingertip quickly touched his Adam's apple.

"Where is Lolo's body?"

The deep male voice rang out again, and dozens of figures guarding both sides of the hall simultaneously raised their heads by half an inch.

Jiang Luo immediately fell silent.

She had been a man in her previous life, so this body wasn't unfamiliar to her. The real problem was the face reflected in the armrest of the throne.

His long, silvery-white hair reached his waist, his brow bones were deep, his nose was high, and the collar of his black robe revealed the side of his pale neck. His appearance was no different from Jiang Juechen who had just appeared in the castle.

"Goodness."

"Did Lolo crawl into the broken metal shell?"

The sound of fabric rustling came from beneath the throne.

Dozens of eerie figures stood on either side, their backs maintaining the same curve, and none of them spoke first.

The one leading on the left is Stella.

She was dressed in a long maid's outfit from a hundred years ago, her golden vertical pupils looking down at the ground, and the giant scissors in her hand were closed tightly.

Vivian stood behind her, wax threads swirling around her arms, each thread connected to a rule of murder.

Alice held the locked forbidden book in her arms, green ink seeping from the edges of the pages and disappearing before it hit the ground.

The black mist on the right caught Jiang Luo's attention.

A section of a white bone staff appeared in the mist. The tall, thin figure did not raise his face, but the surrounding rules automatically avoided his feet.

Nyarlathotep.

A hundred years ago, Nyarlathotep had not yet donned a tailcoat or top hat, and his presence was more complete than in his time.

The burly man standing next to Naya was nearly three meters tall. His white bone armor was fused to his body, and every breath he took produced a series of fine bone cracking sounds.

"Welcome back to life, Lord."

All the strange creatures spoke at the same time, and the words were repeated several times on the walls of the hall.

Jiang Luo hid his palms in his long sleeves and leaned back on the throne to prevent Naya from seeing the uncontrollable black lines.

The inscription on the armrest of the throne suddenly came into view.

[Trial Identity: Jiang Juechen, Lord of Calamity.]

[Trial Objective: Survive until the end of the Twilight Battle.]

[If their identity is exposed or their true form dies, the trial participant will be eliminated.]

This prompt lacked the usual electronic voice of the system; only the rules of the final grave were etched word by word into consciousness.

Jiang Luo stared at the last line, his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth.

This damn trial really knows how to pick its time.

They made her use a body she couldn't use at all to impersonate the most dangerous ruler from a hundred years ago, and when her identity was exposed, they immediately disposed of her body.

It looks like a fierce battle is about to begin...

"Look up, everyone."

Jiang Luo imitated Jiang Juechen's previous sitting posture, supporting his cheek with one hand and resting his long legs on the steps of the throne.

Dozens of faces turned to her at the same time.

Stella stepped out of the line first.

"My lord, you have been sleeping in the seal for seven days."

Get to the point.

"The Senate has already surrounded the castle."

Stella's golden vertical pupils stopped below the throne, not daring to cross the steps.

"They boasted that they would pull down the flag of Red Moon Castle before the Battle of Twilight began."

Jiang Luo bent her fingers and tapped the armrest.

Who's leading the team?

The skeletal, muscular man took half a step forward.

"Caesar leads the frontal legions, Satan's fire legions guard the left flank, and the old man of bones' undead legions seal off the right flank."

"How many?"

"More than 20,000, more than 300 S-class monsters, and troops are still rushing from the Burial Plains."

"Are you done talking?"

The skeletal strongman did not return to the queue.

"Shura has arrived too."

The hall fell silent.

Naya struck the ground with his bone staff, and black mist spread out to both sides from his feet, swallowing the green flames of several nearby oil lamps.

"Shura has finally climbed out of his coffin."

"My lord, I request permission to leave the city and take his head."

Jiang Luo glanced at Naya.

A hundred years later, Shura stood before Jiang Juechen's remnant soul, not daring to even resist, while Naya was now preparing to take the initiative to kill him.

Everyone here is ruthless.

This Red Moon Castle is ten times more luxurious than modern ones, but the problem is that the lord sitting in the main seat is an imposter.

"What's the rush?"

Jiang Luo put her hands back into her long sleeves.

"Since he came in person, we should bring him something."

The skeletal giant raised his head, and the soul fire in his eye sockets flickered.

"What does Your Excellency mean?"

"With so many troops under its belt, the Senate must have accumulated quite a bit of crystallization."

"They surrounded my castle, trampled the floor tiles, disturbed the servants, and kept me from resting. Someone has to pay for all of this."

Stella's eyes burned even brighter with fervor.

"Your subordinate shall immediately prepare the instruments of torture."

"No rush."

Jiang Luo swept towards the palace gate.

"Let the Shura people bring in the compensation first."

The skeletal giant landed on one knee, his armor striking the ground and cracking two thin fissures.

"Your Lordship is mighty! Your subordinates are willing to lead the legion to raze the Senate to the ground!"

"If he wants to die, I will grant his wish."

At this point, Jiang Luo swallowed back the self-reference that was almost uttered.

Stella, however, did not leave.

"My lord, there is one more thing."

"explain."

"The Senate's messenger is outside the door, claiming to be delivering an ultimatum."

"Then let him in."

"The messenger also brought a coffin with a burial name on it."

Stella looked up at the throne, a hint of wariness appearing in her golden vertical pupils.

"That coffin recorded your real name; no disguise could hide it from it."

The black lines on Jiang Luo's palm, hidden in her sleeve, began to move.

Authentication?

These poor bastards really know how to pick their time.

"What else did he say?"

He said that the coffin of the deceased would remain silent only to the true lord of calamity.

"If weeping sounds come from the coffin, it proves that the person sitting on the throne has been replaced by something else."

Jiang Luo's expression turned cold.

This plot seems like a plot-driven death.

Before fighting, good people should first determine whether the other party's master is the person in question.

They're clearly here for Luo Luo!

Naya twirled his staff, and a large cloud of black mist blocked the temple entrance.

"Master, should I kill him?"

"What's the point of killing a messenger?"

Jiang Luo pressed his back against the throne, using the castle-like design on the armrests to suppress the black lines on his palms.

"The rest of you go and defend the city."

"Stella, Bone Commander, Nyarlathotep, stay behind."

"Yes."

The procession quickly withdrew from the main hall.

Jiang Luo waited until the footsteps faded into the distance before looking down at the skeletal giant.

"White Bones, you're in charge of the coffin."

The burly man did not answer immediately.

"My lord, you never used to call me White Bone."

Jiang Luo paused for a moment while tapping the armrest.

"What did I call you before?"

"You called me..."

Just as the burly man was about to answer, the main gate of the hall opened to both sides.

Four headless, eerie figures carried a bronze coffin into the main hall. The coffin lid was covered with names, each one slowly bleeding.

An envoy wearing a silver mask followed behind the coffin, holding the Senate decree in his hands.

"Lord of Calamities".

The messenger stood at the bottom of the steps and raised his hand to press down on the bronze coffin lid.

"Lord Shura asked me to ask you a question."

"The coffin has arrived. Do you dare to make it speak?"

Jiang Luo looked at the coffin bearing the name of the deceased.

The names on the coffin lid began to move, eventually forming three large, bright red characters.

Jiang Juechen.

The next moment, the sound of fingernails scratching the wooden planks came from inside the coffin.