Chapter 420 – Apocalypse in Lipstick
Sira calmly brushed hair from her lips. "Do you know who the f*ck is interrupting my orgasm?"
Lux blinked once. "System?"
[Hostile remains unidentified. But mana signature matches demonic warlord class. Possibly multiple sources.]
He sighed.
"Alright," Lux muttered. "It might be a couple of warlords who requested budget expansions this morning."
Sira stretched. "How many did you reject?"
"All of them. And I sent my wraiths and auditors to them."
She tsked. "That'll do it."
"Yup. It sounds like tax fraud."
[Confirming: There are currently 3 high-threat entities inside the dome. Warlord-tier combatants. You should consider… not dying.]
Sira cracked her neck, her tongue trailing the edge of a fang. "Permission to kill?"
"Granted."
