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

Naya raised her staff, and the abyssal black mist within it surged forth once more, attempting to devour the calamity patterns in the room.

The moment the first wisp of black mist touched the ground, the bloodline shot from the coffin of the burial name pinned it to the array pattern.

Jiang Luo extracted hundreds of names from the list of enemy names and wrote them one by one into the round room.

Those who break the castle's rules will be listed as awaiting execution.

Those who use the ancient castle as a sacrificial offering must not leave this room.

If the person awaiting burial refuses to be placed in the coffin, their name will be sealed away along with their origin.

With the three rules completed, the reverse array beneath Naya's feet ceased to function.

"This power, why is the source of your calamity so pure?!"

Several fine cracks appeared on the skull-patterned surface, and the bone staff in Naya's hand bent under the pull of the blood lines.

"The military formation you just swallowed has all become your rule materials."

"It was discovered too late."

Jiang Luo clenched her five fingers.

Black chains emerged from the Name of the Burial, binding Naya's limbs and torso. His cane slipped from his palm and slammed into the center of the formation, breaking in two.

The black mist within the staff attempted to break free, but because its host was on the list of those awaiting burial, it was also restricted by the rules of burial and was instantly dragged back to the ground by chains.

"My lord, sealing me away will do you no good."

Nyarlathotep's body began to sink, but his tone remained unchanged.

"Things outside won't disappear just because I'm sealed off. They feed on the rules you set out. If you cut off their food, they'll go berserk towards the castle."

Jiang Luo gave a cold laugh.

"Jiang Xiaobai hasn't eaten enough yet, and Caesar and Satan's Senate stuff are outside the city. Perfect, one mouth and two dishes."

The chains tightened again, and half of Naya's body was already sunk into the ground, with the surrounding black patterns gradually forming the outline of a coffin.

"You can't seal me off."

Naya raised the cracked skull-patterned face.

"You couldn't do it before, and you can't do it now."

Jiang Luo's lips curled into a playful smile.

The previous Lord of Calamity couldn't do it, but that doesn't mean that Jiang Luo, the perfect vessel for the source of calamity after countless refinements a hundred years later, can't do it!

Noticing the change in Jiang Luo's expression, Naya's body stiffened slightly.

"Now you have it?"

"Got it."

Jiang Luo raised his hand, and the last name awaiting burial was placed on the coffin lid.

"Your own name."

The coffin lid closed in the middle, and the reverse array beneath Naya began to fall off, with control transferring along the calamity patterns to the Red Moon Throne.

"Master, wait for me to come out; this charade will continue."

"I'll pay off my debts first after I get out."

The black coffin lid sealed Nyarlathotep's face, and fragments of the bone staff were dragged into it by the bloodline.

The seal is complete.

The reverse formation stopped rotating, and the ancient castle rules that were originally flowing towards the heavens were all cut off. A temporary access right then appeared in Jiang Luo's palm.

The Throne of Calamity has gained control of the reverse formation.

The channel for leaking the castle rules has been closed.

Jiang Luo stood before the seal and took three breaths to retract the calamity patterns that had spread across his face.

"system?"

After the barrier left by Naya stopped functioning, the severed system connection was reconnected, and electronic voices sounded intermittently.

[An anomaly has been detected. The host is advised to leave the current area as soon as possible.]

"You've finally made a move! Help me, Stella is still alive!"

Her abyssal essence has been extracted from another dimension.

"I said she's still alive!"

[Host, don't panic! Given her current condition, your first priority is to preserve her health!]

Jiang Luo walked to the edge of the formation and gathered all the scattered flesh and blood and the fragments of the maid's outfit into his black robe.

"That's something I can actually listen to."

[Host, are you preparing to consume the essence of calamity?]

"Can the energy within my body be directed to supply her?"

As long as there is enough energy to keep Stella alive, it's only a matter of time before she survives.

[Yes, we need to temporarily use one-third of the Calamity's essence to maintain her life force, and she can survive. But for a servant...]

"She saved my life!"

【……All right.】

[Host, there's a problem. She's currently unable to store your energy.]

"What's wrong with it?"

Jiang Luo gathered up the scattered flesh and blood. The patterns of calamity crawled along the edges of the fragments. As soon as she touched the broken edge, several pieces of flesh slipped from her hand.

[With less than 30% of the body's integrity remaining, energy cannot circulate.]

"Then replenish it until it can circulate."

She squatted at the edge of the formation, pressing the severed arm back onto her shoulder. Without any source support, the flesh continued to disintegrate as soon as it touched the broken end, and black blood flowed down her wrist into her sleeve.

Jiang Luo looked at the broken pieces scattered on the ground, then looked at her own hands, which belonged to Jiang Juechen.

"I can do it myself!"

Jiang Luo tore a strip of cloth from the lining of his black robe and poured the essence of calamity into it. Dozens of black threads immediately emerged from the edge of the cloth, each thread covered with fine barbs.

She pinched a thread and threaded it through the incision in her severed arm. The charred flesh hissed as barbs got stuck in the tissue, forcibly pulling the wounds on both sides back into place.

The fallen cheekbone was put back in place, and black lines pierced through the bone and flesh, with stitches running from the left ear to the right cheek.

The castle trembled three times at that moment, large pieces of debris fell from the surface of the bone wall, and the bloodstains from the burial coffin seeped in through the crack in the door, forming a crooked mouth on the ground.

"What's the situation outside?"

[Jiang Xiaobai is eating. The north wall has not yet fallen. Caesar and Satan have led their remaining troops out of the Red Moon's territory.]

"Then let him keep eating. If anyone dares to come back, we'll chew them up along with their bones."

[Host, you'd better speed up. The Battle of Twilight is approaching the current area.]

"If you urge me one more time, I'll sew you in first."

The system quieted down.

Over the next half hour, Jiang Luo pieced together all the fragments he could find and put them back in place. He filled the missing parts with the essence of calamity and sealed every crack with black lines, barely supporting the broken shell.

The last piece of abdominal tissue was secured, and the thread was wrapped around the waist and tied into a crooked knot.

"examine."

[Body integrity is 68%, meeting the minimum circulatory standard.]

Jiang Luo placed his hand on Stella's chest, and the source of calamity entered her body along the sutures. The rules of the ancient castle followed closely behind, gradually taking over the tissues that had ceased to function.

When the first cycle was completed, Stella's chest rose and fell slightly, and the black lines on her face glowed with a dark red light.

"Take her to the basement."

Jiang Luo wrapped Stella in a black robe and lifted her up from the ground.

"From now on, she will receive a share of the power gained from each time the castle enforces the rules."

This will reduce the overall defense of Red Moon Castle by 7%, and it will remain under siege. The north wall will also fall sooner than expected.

"Let Xiaobai block the north wall."

Jiang Luo carried Stella out of the hidden door, through a narrow staircase carved with eyes and tentacles, the patterns under her feet gradually changing to make way for her to the basement.

Only a few bone lamps remained lit, their faint light falling on Stella's face. The crooked stitches crisscrossed her pale skin, while the missing parts were temporarily filled by patterns of calamity.

She placed Stella on the stone platform against the wall, then folded up her black robe and placed it behind Stella's head.

"How long can he live?"

[As long as Red Moon Castle is not destroyed, the supply of rules will not be interrupted; it is currently impossible to determine when consciousness will recover.]

"Then let's take it slow and nurture it."

[Is the host planning to leave her here?]

"What else can we do? Take her with us to fight in the Twilight Battle?"

The basement might collapse during the war.

"Include this stone platform in the throne's protection area. When only one brick remains of the castle, this should be the last one to break."

[Requires an additional 2% of defense permissions.]

"Put it in the book and ask Nyarlathotep to pay it back."

Jiang Luo stood in front of the stone platform, his gaze fixed on Stella's face.

The suture extended from her left ear to her right cheekbone, with the third stitch veering to the left. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

She turned her outstretched hand, her fingertips lightly touching the stitch.

Jiang Luo looked at Stella's current appearance, as if he had thought of something.

When I first arrived at the basement of Red Moon Castle.

She also seemed to have complained about the previous owner of the castle's bizarre aesthetic sense...

"I've been cursing for so long, but it turns out I was cursing myself."