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

Jiang Luo turned her head and looked at the shadowy figure that had been silently following behind her.

The newly purchased human slave still looked lifeless, the rusty iron collar around his neck had chafed his skin, and black blood flowed down his collarbone into his filthy clothes.

Jiang Luo stretched out her short legs, clad in white stockings, and gently kicked Shadow's knee.

"Hey, little guy, when you go inside, you'll follow behind Lolo and carry the plates. If you dare to spill Lolo's favorite little cakes, Lolo will feed you to those two bone-bone dogs."

The shadow remained silent.

She merely glanced at Jiang Luo with her unwavering, dark eyes.

He then nodded silently, sticking close to Jiang Luo like a true shadow.

The crow stood inside the door, impatiently urging the group of dawdling monsters on.

"Are you coming in or not? My father is probably meeting with other lords in the hall right now. If you're late, you won't even have a place to stand."

Jiang Luo lifted the hem of her Lolita dress and stepped gracefully across the iron gate, followed closely by Stella carrying a giant pair of scissors.

"Big sister, lead the way. Lolo can't wait to see what delicious food your rich, nouveau riche father has prepared to treat Lolo."

After passing through a long corridor of bones, the group arrived at an extremely luxurious underground hall.

The dome of the hall was inlaid with countless soul crystals that emitted a faint glow.

The floor was covered with a soft fox fur carpet, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of fine red wine mixed with fresh blood.

Before Jiang Luo could even step into the hall, a loud, arrogant laugh echoed from inside.

"Old skeleton ghost, stop trying to fool me. Our Berserker Blood Clan is taking 70% of that soon-to-be-released SS-grade rule item. You and the Frankenstein's monster can divide the remaining 30% yourselves!"

Upon hearing this voice, Han Ya's expression instantly turned extremely ugly. She lowered her voice and warned Jiang Luo and the others.

"It's the Blood Lord. He's the most volatile madman among the three giants of Burial Canyon. You must not provoke him later, or even my father won't be able to protect you."

Upon hearing the words "Blood Lord," Jiang Luo was not afraid at all; instead, he excitedly licked his lips.

She loves these kinds of hot-tempered and self-righteous fat sheep the most; the fear they exude is often the purest.

Jiang Luo completely ignored Han Ya's warning and walked directly into the heavy wooden door of the hall, which was carved with intricate patterns.

"Wow, it's so lively here!"

The white-haired loli's clear, soft voice echoed in the spacious hall, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere.

The dozen or so high-level supernatural beings around the long table in the center of the hall turned their heads at the same time and turned their gazes toward the white-haired little girl standing at the door, hugging a tattered teddy bear.

The skeletal duke, seated in the main seat, was shrouded in a long black robe, with only a skull burning with eerie green soul flames visible.

He looked at the raven following behind Jiang Luo, and the soul fire in his eye sockets flickered violently.

"Raven, didn't I tell you to patrol outside? How did you bring this brat of unknown origin into my council chamber!"

Before Han Ya could even explain, the Blood Lord, who was sitting on the left side of the long table and whose body was covered in red scales and whose muscles bulged like rocks, slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Old skeleton ghost, the security at your manor is getting worse and worse. Even these delicate little snacks can sneak in so easily."

The Blood Lord licked his lips with his long, scarlet tongue and strode heavily toward Jiang Luo, unleashing his SS-level peak berserk aura without restraint.

"I haven't had an appetizer yet today. This little white-haired brat looks pretty sweet. Consider it a snack for you to show your respect to me."

Han Ya gasped in shock. She had personally witnessed how monstrous Jiang Luo's men were; this Blood Lord was practically courting death.

Jiang Luo looked at the Blood Lord approaching like a mountain of flesh, and took two steps back in fear. Her big, watery ruby ​​eyes instantly filled with tears of grievance.

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"Uncle, you're so ugly! You smell worse than the guard dog outside! Please don't come near me and eat Lolo, okay?"

Upon hearing this taunt, the Blood Lord was so enraged that the scales on his head stood on end. He opened his enormous claw, which was powerful enough to crush steel, and swung it directly at Jiang Luo's head.

"You ignorant little bastard, I'll twist your head off right now and use it as a wine glass!"

Jiang Luo stood still, only sneering inwardly. This was an experience package that you delivered right to your doorstep.

The Berserker Lord's enormous claw, covered in red scales, tore through the air, bringing a foul stench as it hurtled towards Jiang Luo's head.

Jiang Luo hugged the tattered teddy bear without even trying to dodge, just crunching the strawberry candy in her mouth.

Just as the sharp nail was about to touch the tuft of hair on the top of her head...

A hand wearing a black leather glove slipped out from the side and casually gripped the Berserker Lord's wrist.

A destructive pressure, also belonging to the peak of SS-level, erupted from Naya's body.

Two terrifying forces collided violently in the center of the hall, and the raging energy ripples instantly pulverized the surrounding long tables and the fine wines on them.

The Blood Lord felt as if his proud power had crashed into an insurmountable iron wall.

His massive body was forced back three steps, his heavy feet carving two deep furrows into the fox fur carpet.

He steadied himself and looked through the billowing smoke at the dark-skinned man blocking the white-haired loli's path. The moment he saw the man's face, the arrogance on his face froze.

"Nyarlathotep, it's you! How did you get out here, you damned thing!"

The Blood Lord's voice was filled with obvious panic. He clearly remembered that this madman had been sealed away in some dark and desolate place a hundred years ago.

The skeletal duke, seated in the main seat, could no longer remain seated. The eerie green soul fire in his eye sockets flickered violently, and his withered joints gripped the armrests of the chair tightly.

"Nyarlathotep, you actually escaped the Senate's seal?"

The skeletal duke's hoarse voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying an undisguised fear and disbelief.

Jiang Luo slowly walked out from behind Naya. She patted non-existent dust off her skirt, and her originally aggrieved little face instantly changed into a cold, indifferent expression as if she were looking at a dead person.

"Uncle, Luo Luo hasn't even said anything yet, and you've already attacked her. Isn't that a bit disrespectful to her?"

With that soft, clear question, the eerie and terrifying aura of the SS-level abyss within Jiang Luo was released without reservation, instantly enveloping the entire hall.

The pure rules of the abyss, like materialized chains, sucked the air out of the hall.

The pressure forced the lower-level monsters to kneel on the ground and vomit blood in a frenzy.

As the Blood Lord felt this pressure, which was even more bizarre and domineering than Nyarlathotep's, the red scales that had stood up high instantly stuck back to the surface of his skin, and large beads of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead.

He was very proud of his peak SS-level strength.

There was no chance of winning against Nyarlathotep alone.

Not to mention that this seemingly harmless white-haired loli is actually a monster of the same level.

He actually dared to dream of eating two SS-level monsters as snacks!