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

The fleshy lord's obese body rolled and writhed on the expensive wool carpet.

The foul-smelling black blood gushing from the wound stained the pure white downy fur with mud.

His greasy face, filled with flabby flesh, contorted in agony.

He used the large pool of blood on the ground to desperately kick his legs backward, trying to get away from the huge, dripping scythe.

"You reckless, insane girl! You actually dared to try and kill me on the Abyss Headquarters' territory!"

The flesh lord let out a hoarse, broken roar.

The luxurious crystal chandelier at the top of the hall was shaken and struck by the sound waves.

The crisp sound of shattering glass echoed through the hall.

His only remaining left hand was flailing wildly, pointing at Jiang Luo's fair and innocent-looking face.

"I am the lord of the Flesh and Blood Tavern!"

The saliva in his mouth splattered everywhere.

"Everyone in the city center knows how much profit, extracted from the blood of living people, my businesses have to hand over to the Abyss Bank headquarters every year!"

"Even the core executives at the Abyss headquarters have to treat me with respect and give me some face!"

"You dared to cut off my arm at Lord Ovis's welcoming banquet today; that's a blatant provocation against the authority of the entire Abyss Headquarters!"

The Flesh Lord clung to the name of the Abyss Headquarters as his last line of defense.

Jiang Luo, barefoot, stepped on the edge of a pool of dark red blood.

She completely ignored the splatter of dirt on her shoes.

She casually slammed the Blood Moon Scythe she was carrying on her shoulder onto the ground beside her.

The heavy, dark red scythe handle smashed a deep crater into the marble floor.

The shattered stone grazed the flesh lord's cheek as it flew away, leaving a shallow scratch oozing black blood.

"Uncle Miscellaneous Fish, you're making Lolo's ears hurt from all that noise."

Jiang Luo stretched out her chubby little hand and picked at her cute little ears.

She turned her head to look at the flesh lord's ridiculous, bluffing appearance.

Those ruby ​​eyes, which should have been filled with innocence and naivety, were now filled with pure mockery and ridicule.

"Who do you think you are, daring to use the Abyss Bank's authority to intimidate Lolo?"

Jiang Luo's pink lips opened and closed.

"Could it be that your proudest trump card, you fat pig, is simply to hide in someone else's house and act as a groveling watchdog?"

A clear, soft, and sweet loli voice, carrying an air of unparalleled arrogance, spread throughout the hall.

Upon hearing this, the high-ranking, eerie lords who were hiding in the shadows watching the show were all stunned.

The old man in the tuxedo, holding a wine glass and watching the commotion, began to tremble violently.

The crimson liquor spilled all over his snow-white lining, but he remained oblivious, like a wooden statue.

"That white-haired brat must be tired of living!"

The three wolf demons huddled their three heads together, whispering to the several city center tycoons beside them.

"The resource reserves that the Flesh Lord contributes to the head office every year are a truly astronomical figure."

"President Ovis is also known for being a master who values ​​hierarchy and rules the most."

These long-established giants, who have been entrenched in the city center for many years, usually scheme against and undermine each other, and never back down an inch.

They all craned their necks and huddled in the shadows, waiting to see the head office's experts step in and execute this insolent little girl on the spot.

The Flesh Lord's courage swelled anew as he listened to the undisguised discussions around him.

He gasped for breath, forcibly suppressing the excruciating pain emanating from the wound on his right shoulder.

Those small eyes, squeezed into slits by the fat on his face, were fixed on the Blood Moon Scythe in Jiang Luo's hand, which exuded a strong and ferocious aura.

This terrifying weapon had just sliced ​​through his S-level defense rules without any resistance.

However, even after scanning Jiang Luo with his mental energy several times, he still couldn't detect any power fluctuations higher than S-rank in her petite body.

An absurd yet perfectly logical conclusion emerged in the fat-filled head of the Flesh Lord.

"I finally see through your bluffing trick!"

The flesh lord used his only remaining left hand to support himself on the ground, barely managing to stand up straight on his extremely disproportionately obese body.

"You greenhorn, you have absolutely no real skills. You're just relying on that weird S-rank gadget you picked up to put on a show!"

"You were able to barely wield this top-tier, bizarre artifact that can disregard the rules even once; it must have drained all the energy from your tattered body!"

"Don't think you can do whatever you want in our city center just because you have a good weapon!"

A morbid fanaticism and nauseating greed reappeared on his pale, distorted face, which was contorted from blood loss.

"I'm now showing you mercy and giving you one last chance to prolong your life!"

The Flesh Lord took half a step forward, pointing with his left hand to the stinking puddle of blood on the carpet that belonged to him.

"Hand over that red scythe obediently, then kneel down and lick every last drop of this blood clean!"

"As long as you obediently and willingly wear the soul collar and come back to the basement with me to be a mother animal for me to torture and amusement...!"

Before the Blood Moon Lord could finish his foul language...

A blood-red, cold glint flashed by.

The flesh lord's last remaining arm flew out.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

He never expected that his display of the Abyss Headquarters' prestige would be completely ignored by this white-haired girl!

[The terror level from the Flesh Lord has increased by 8000!]

Jiang Luo used her pink tongue to press the almost melting strawberry lollipop in her mouth against her left cheek.

Her cheeks puffed out in a rounded arc, which, combined with her petite body that was only 1.52 meters tall, made her look exceptionally cute and harmless.

Her bare, fair feet stepped heavily forward through the blood.

"Uncle, not only do you look disgusting, but your brain is also filled with stinking sewer garbage."

"Lolo just kindly asked you if you wanted me to trim the sides neatly."

"Since you insist on pointing at Lolo with this dirty hand, don't blame Lolo for not following the stinking rules of this lousy place."

Jiang Luo squinted her beautiful, bright ruby ​​eyes with immense satisfaction.

She casually slung the massive, still-dripping blood war scythe over her small, delicate shoulder with one hand.

She coldly looked at the flesh-and-blood lord who was crying and screaming on the ground, as if he were a pile of rotting flesh being baked and stinking in the sun.

The hundreds of high-ranking, eerie lords present fell into a deathly silence, as if it were a graveyard.

The wine glass that the three-headed wolf demon had been clutching tightly fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, but he didn't even look down at it.

Jiang Luo's swift and decisive strike severed not only the Flesh Lord's other arm.

She was trampling on the ironclad rules that had been maintained by the entire Abyss Headquarters for a century, along with the haughty faces of all the giants in the city center, amidst the shards of broken glass.

The old man in the tuxedo was so frightened that he backed away, knocking over the heavy bronze demon armor ornament standing in the corner.

An indescribable fear spread like a virulent plague among the lords watching the spectacle.

Their gazes toward Jiang Luo had completely shed their initial spectator mentality, leaving only the deepest and most primal tremor of their souls towards this violent white-haired loli.

[Terror level from the eerie lords +30000!]

A pleasant notification sound exploded in Jiang Luo's mind.

30,000 terror points!

Just then.

From inside the tightly closed double doors of pure gold on the second floor of the hall, a dull, mechanical chime resonated, striking right at the heart.

The eerie blue flames hanging from the dome instantly transformed into a suffocating, deathly white.

An overwhelming destructive pressure, far exceeding the peak of S-class and completely illogical, poured down from the top of the stairs into the lobby on the first floor like a tsunami.

All the city center lords present, including the flesh and blood lord who was still screaming and rolling on the ground, were all forcibly pressed to the floor by this primal pressure, unable to move even a finger.

The heavy, solid gold doors swung open to both sides with a sickening metallic scraping sound.

The sound of leather shoes with an eerie rhythm, alternating between long and short, echoed on the red-carpeted steps.

A tall, slender figure, shrouded in an elaborate black and gold priest's robe, stepped out of the shadows of the gate.

The man looked down at Jiang Luo, the only one still standing amidst the chaos, carrying a sickle.

"This banquet, which has been planned for so long, has been ruined by a bug. It's really a headache..." His eyes were terrifyingly cold, as if he had no emotions at all.