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

The scratching sounds inside the coffin were continuous, and the silver-masked messenger chuckled twice, the laughter being carried up the throne through the hall.

"It seems Lord Shura was right."

He pressed down on the coffin lid, his fingertips tracing the name that was still bleeding, finally stopping at the three characters Jiang Juechen.

"The one on the throne has probably changed."

Stella took two steps forward, holding the giant scissors horizontally in front of the messenger's neck. The eyeballs growing from the blades all rotated, aiming at the silver mask.

Say it again.

"You want to kill me in front of the lord?"

The messenger raised his chin, his Adam's apple pressed against the edge of the scissors, and the skin on the side of his neck was already marked with shallow cuts from the blade.

"Lord Shura is right outside the city. If you touch me, the Senate will have a reason to raze this place to the ground."

"reason?"

Stella closed the scissors by half an inch, and two bloody gashes immediately appeared on the side of the messenger's neck.

"Do I need a reason to cut you into seventeen pieces?"

The skeletal giant raised his arm to seal the palace door, and a series of clanging sounds echoed from inside the bone armor.

"My lord, do you wish for a live prisoner, or a corpse?"

Naya stood on the right, slowly unfastening the clasp of her pure white gloves. The shadow beneath her feet twisted and flowed outwards along the cracks in the floor tiles.

"If the master finds it dirty, I can make sure he has never stepped into this hall."

Jiang Luo did not respond.

The three of them did not hesitate for a moment.

She made a note of this loyalty, and whoever survived the trial with her would receive a larger share of the spoils.

The real problem at hand is still this coffin with the name of the deceased.

The Blood Moon Scythe is still in the fake's hands, and the system hasn't responded. All she can use is Jiang Juechen's body and the authority bestowed upon the Lord of Calamity by the throne.

"Step back."

Stella turned her face, her golden vertical pupils surging with murderous intent.

"My lord, he is slandering you."

"I heard you."

Jiang Luo rose from the throne, his flowing black robe sweeping across the steps.

"It was precisely because I heard it that I wanted to see whether the broken box that Shura dug out of the grave recognized a name or its owner."

Stella withdrew her scissors, and the skeletal giant stepped aside to make way.

Jiang Luo arrived in front of the bronze coffin. Instead of releasing his source energy, he raised his hand and grabbed the edge of the coffin, turning the entire burial coffin up halfway.

Three lines of blood-written characters were inscribed on the bottom of the coffin.

Those who see the true name of calamity should remain silent.

Those who steal disasters under false names will have a hundred souls weeping in their coffins.

Those who falsely accuse Allah while carrying a coffin will have their names buried instead.

After reading the last line, Jiang Luo turned her gaze back to the envoy.

"Didn't you look at the bottom of the coffin before you brought it here?"

The messenger's breathing became erratic, and the fingers that were pressing on the coffin lid were withdrawn.

"The coffin for the burial was opened by Lord Shura himself; it's not my place to inspect it."

"Then you can't blame anyone else."

Jiang Luo held the coffin lid, his deep male voice echoing through the hall, back and forth between the dome and the stone pillars.

"You said it never mistakes people, right?"

"certainly."

The messenger stared into the coffin, speaking faster and faster.

"As long as you are not the Lord of Calamity, it will continue to weep until your true name is dragged into the coffin."

"What if it shuts up?"

"That proves you..."

The messenger was unable to finish his sentence.

Jiang Luo has already released himself from the constraints of the origin.

Black lines crawled from his palm to his wrist, and an aura of calamity swept over the names on the coffin lid one by one. The dense scratching sounds inside the coffin also began to decrease.

First, there were ten sounds.

Then only three sounds remained.

Finally, no more sounds could be heard from inside the coffin.

The messenger's lips opened and closed several times, and his face quickly turned pale.

"wrong."

He raised his hand and slapped the coffin lid, his movements becoming increasingly hurried.

"There's something wrong with the coffin; you must have tampered with it!"

"You were the one who just said it wouldn't make a mistake."

Jiang Luo lifted the bottom of the coffin and presented the last rule to the messenger.

"Now that the result is not to your liking, you just say it's bad? Are all the envoys sent by the Senate so good at reneging on their promises?"

"You merely stole the source of calamity!"

The messenger retreated several steps, but his shadow was held in place by Nyarlathotep, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not move an inch.

"You are not the Lord of Calamity, you cannot be him!"

Jiang Luo looked down at the coffin lid.

The three characters "Jiang Juechen" were still bright red, but the bleeding stopped.

She has gotten the answer she wanted.

The verification of a burial coffin is never based on its appearance.

It recognizes the name of calamity and the origin that carries that name.

As long as the trial continues, she is Jiang Juechen in this ancient Red Moon Castle, dating back a century.

As for why the two share the same origin, it's not up to a coffin to draw a conclusion for her.

"Nyarlathotep".

"Your subordinate is here."

"Let him go."

The shadow beneath the messenger's feet returned to its original state.

He didn't bother to figure out what Jiang Luo wanted to do, and turned around to rush towards the palace gate.

He had only taken three steps when a line of blood, covered with names, shot out from the coffin, wrapped around his waist, and dragged him back to the front of the coffin.

"What is this?"

The messenger gripped the floor tiles with both hands, his ten fingers worn raw and bleeding, but he still couldn't stop his body from sliding backward.

"Lord Shura didn't tell me about this rule! Let me go! I was just following orders to deliver the coffin; I didn't falsely accuse anyone!"

"That's not what you just said."

Jiang Luo stepped on his back, his black boots grinding against his spine, pressing him back to the ground.

"You yourself said that the person on the throne is not the lord of calamity."

"I take it back!"

The messenger twisted his body and reached out to grab Stella.

"I take back what I said!"

"Save me! I can hand over the Senate's military formation map and tell you about Shura's plan!"

Stella avoided the bloody hand, turning her eyes away from the scissors, her disgust practically written in every pupil.

"Your master did not allow you to touch me."

The last line of blood-red characters at the bottom of the coffin lit up, and the messenger's name appeared in the center of the coffin lid.

Jiang Luo bent down and pressed her fingertips against the two bright red characters.

"I hate two types of people the most."

She almost blurted out her usual self-reference, but quickly changed the words back before she could finish.

"There are those who refuse to pay their debts, and those who want to withdraw their orders after their false accusations fail."

The envoy turned his head with difficulty, his unfocused gaze falling on Jiang Luo's face.

"Who exactly are you?"

"The coffin of burial has already told you."

Jiang Luo used her fingertips to wipe away the name on the coffin lid.

"Anti-burial".

The bloodline tightened instantly, and the messenger was dragged into the bronze coffin.

The coffin lid closed on its own, and two dull thuds came from inside before silence fell.

The name peeled off the coffin surface, shrinking into a dark red mark, and burrowed into Jiang Luo's palm along his fingertips.

The text of the trials on the back of the throne also changed at this moment.

[The Trial of Inherited Calamity.]

[The enemy's name will bring disaster.]

Those who violate the rules of calamity during the Twilight War will have their essence transferred to their successors.

Jiang Luo opened his palm and carefully felt the changes inside his body.

The previously unstable black patterns had fully formed, and even the body's rejection of her consciousness had lessened considerably.

So this is the true way to break through the inheritance trial.

The more enemies the Senate brings, the more calamity marks she can collect.

Twenty thousand troops?

That's not a besieged city at all.

These were clearly 20,000 sets of upgrade materials delivered to the castle gate.

However, what Jiang Luo was very curious about was why the Senate was so certain that the throne in Red Moon Castle was not occupied by the Lord of Calamity himself.

Just how much has this lousy metal shell of a system been hiding from her?!