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

Stella first cut one of the juveniles by the roadside.

She didn't step into the tea party. Instead, she turned the medicine bag at her waist to her back, and the giant scissors were spread out horizontally along the outer edge of the area, blocking the few small openings that were peeking out from the passing group.

Jiang Luo's gaze remained fixed on the stone chair.

The dark red power entangled by the gray threads was still connected to the chair leg, and it was slowly tightening as she withdrew her force. The other end was dragging half of the dead monster's peritoneum, which could not be cleanly pulled away.

She stopped the retraction, letting that small amount of essence remain in place, and then brought the tip of the sickle to the point where the two met.

The red light beneath the blade trembled slightly.

Jiang Luo felt a tightness in his chest. He first loosened the few spots that weren't covered in dust, letting them recede to his feet. Only when there was a thin red line between the stone chair and the long table did he press the sickle down.

The thread broke.

Instead of trying to retrieve the scattered red light, she pushed the stone chair out of the tea party and into a cleared pit by the roadside.

The unsupported chair back shattered in mid-air, and the peritoneum and gray silk fell together, which were immediately covered by the blue flames sent by Moen from the other side.

Jiang Luo slowly exhaled and pulled the remaining edge of the table back.

The chair legs that were pressing down on the larvae finally came apart, and as the creatures darted outwards, they crashed into Caesar's long shield, which was pressing down from the side.

The blade fell along the gap in the shield, and Long Zhanye pinned the one closest to the step to the rubble. His teammates immediately followed up with more shots, and the gray-white body stopped in front of the shield formation.

Jiang Luo did not reach out again.

As the last bit of dark red light faded from her feet, she realized that she had left several finger marks on the sickle handle, her left palm was sweaty, but her right hand was still neatly tucked into her sleeve.

Stella turned around, her purple one-eyed gaze sweeping over Stella's face.

"My lord, please step back half a step, I will handle the rest."

Jiang Luo moved aside as instructed, raised her hand to let the waiting team behind her continue, and stood by the wall, watching boxes of ammunition being carried up the steps in front of her.

The successor finally reached the high ground.

A new recruit took the machine gun from his companion. After the two checked the orientation, the veteran recruit released the gun mount. As soon as he turned around, his knees buckled, and the strange soldier next to him supported his arm.

The hand had three bent knuckles. He glanced down at it, but didn't immediately pull away. He steadied himself against the wall before straightening up.

"I can walk. You stay here and block the way. I know the way behind you."

The strange soldier released his grip, picked up the long shield at his feet, and returned to his original position.

As Jiang Luo walked up the steps, passing the soldier who couldn't untie his harness, he saw him finally remove his equipment, sit on an empty box, and accept water from someone.

His hands were still trembling as the spout of the teapot touched his lips.

She didn't say anything, but first had Stella hand the clean bandage in her hand to the medical staff, and then went to look at the front of the platform.

Shura stood beside the broken wall, the ground beneath his palm still crumbling with falling stones. Gray power held the side of the steps in place, preventing them from tilting further toward the crack.

Moen walked to his side and told the newly arrived shieldmen to spread out and not all crowd on the same stone slab before he rejoined the original line of fire.

Jiang Luo looked at the outside of the red-marked bone pillar.

Another section of the old street is missing; the farthest pointed wall is no longer visible, but the cracked light in the sky still hangs there, and gray mist surges out from within.

This high ground is only hold for now.

She summoned Long Zhanye and Caesar, asking them to show her where the next people came up from and which side the wounded went to when they retreated.

Caesar scratched two lines on the gravel with the tip of his shield. Long Zhanye crouched down and moved one of the lines aside, making room for the ammunition to be transported.

The officer who had been observing the firepower with him earlier also came over, still accompanied by the shield bearer.

"I'll have someone else take over watching this segment. When you switch teams, please let me know. I've already had someone record the cannon and its landing point."

Caesar nodded, explaining that the two injured men had been taken to the back; one had a broken shoulder, and further treatment would have to wait until the doctor examined him.

After hearing the name, the officer wrote it down on a piece of paper, asked for the location of the attending physician, and then turned to find the next shift of people to observe.

Jiang Luo looked at the ink stains that had just fallen on the paper, and only after the two finished handing over this section did he point to the row of people who had already sat down behind them.

A stretcher came to a stop on the sidewalk.

The first responder removed the breathing mask from the side of the injured person's face, whispered the moment of death to Long Zhanye, then pulled the clean cloth over his head and put away the cut-off clothes.

The other soldier who had just been relieved stood up, took the man's gun from under the cloth, but did not immediately carry it behind his back. Instead, he held it horizontally in front of his chest and followed the stretcher toward the shed where the body was placed separately.

Jiang Luo moved the empty box beside her feet to make way for the stretcher, and only looked at the two people in front of her again after the stretcher had left.

"Replace the next batch in the same way. Just because someone can still stand doesn't mean they can be kept pinned here indefinitely. Whoever can't take over first should say so. Don't wait until they collapse before calling Luo Luo to pick them up."

Long Zhanye agreed and redistributed several positions on the high ground to the replacements. Caesar also returned to his team and did not allow the wounded soldiers who had been replaced to pick up the shields again.

Jiang Luo turned his head and saw Stella using tongs to pick off the dust next to the sickle handle. The soiled cloth was put into a sealed bag separately, but the medicine bag on the head maid's waist had shrunk by more than half.

"Did you send out your own copy too?"

"Keep what you need; we can get the rest back later. At least we won't have to sew the things that were cut open this time back together."

Jiang Luo glanced at the giant scissors she hadn't put away yet, and thought that under normal circumstances, these words probably wouldn't have sounded so reassuring.

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She sat down on the edge of the wall, reported the rotation situation to Gu Nanchuan, and asked if there were enough places to pick up people on the east side of the bridge.

Gu Nanchuan said that the minor injuries have begun to be diverted, and those who were sent out did not return and block the road. The freight yard passage is also temporarily under control.

Lin Xiao's voice followed.

She had just arrived at the park gate with the supply truck when she learned that the castle had already made arrangements and was receiving the resettlement list from Elizabeth. She told Jiang Luo to come back as soon as he was done and not to add any more injuries to himself.

Jiang Luo glanced at the clean bandage on her right hand and raised her chin slightly towards Stella.

"No, not this time. You can ask her. Lolo didn't even get the cloth on her hands red."

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Stella didn't interrupt her; she simply helped her straighten her sleeves, which had been blown up by the wind, before saying that her mistress needed to sit for a while and that she shouldn't let all the new matters crowd into the same communication channel.

Before Jiang Luo could respond, Gu Nanchuan's side fell silent for a moment.

"There's some new footage. Take a look. The people filming have already moved outside, but there are still people inside looking for their companions."

Jiang Luo laid the chip flat.

The scene shows an unfamiliar street-facing corridor. The entrance sign is still lit up, and sunlight shines on half of the sign outside, but it is so dark inside that you can't see the end.

The camera moved forward slightly, and the lights swept across the entrance.

The lampshade lit up clearly, but the light projected onto the ground was only a small patch clinging to the edge of the lampshade. The pillar in front remained hidden in darkness. When the person holding the lamp stretched out his hand, his fingers touched that patch of light as if they were plunging into thick ink.

Jiang Luo sat up a little straighter.

Someone across from them called out their companion's name, but there was no response. Then, another hand reached out, grabbed the photographer's clothes, and pulled them back. The scene shook for a moment, and they were pulled back into the sunlight.

Gu Nanchuan said that the team had stopped outside, but had not yet confirmed the location of the missing persons.

Jiang Luo didn't tell them to rush in immediately. Instead, he told them to surround the entrance first and then send the video to Naya.

After examining the area, Nyarlathotep did not draw any conclusions. He only warned against trying to light up the entire corridor with fire, as it would be difficult to see inside. If the fire got out of control, those who had not yet come out would likely be the first to suffer.

Jiang Luo then had the castle connect to a second gate.

When the Thousand-Eyed Demon God's voice came, she first inquired about the situation at the gate and confirmed that the other party was still there before sending this short video clip.

Several dull thuds came from the other end of the communication line, and after a while, Qianyan replied.

"I have seen the places where the Lord of No Day has passed before. The lamps are still burning, but the light cannot shine out. It is very similar to the passage you gave me, but I have not seen its true form, so I cannot tell you where it has landed."

Jiang Luo gazed at the image displayed at the entrance and slowly read the name aloud.

"The Lord of No Day".

She handed the communication to Gu Nanchuan, asked Qianyan to explain what she had witnessed, and then took out the note from earlier and wrote her name in the blank space.

The edge of the paper was lifted by the wind, and she pressed it down with her uninjured left hand.

The sound of the new squad reporting for duty rang out behind him. The machine gunner who had just been relieved was leaning against the crate with his eyes closed. A corner of the blanket on his body slipped down and was picked up again by a passing shield soldier.

Jiang Luo watched this scene, put away the paper, and put the chip back to his ear.

"Have the people standing outside guard the entrance first, and find out who went in and when. Lolo's side has been replaced, so we can free up our hands now."