The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

When they heard the shouting outside, although the backbone of the stronghold was filled with indignation, many people who were already desperate rekindled their desire to survive.

The scene of the Imperial Iron Army being willing to grant amnesty was unprecedented, making people unsure whether there was a trick.

But according to the style of the Imperial Iron Army, they should prefer to crush everything rather than cheat. Moreover, wouldn't it be redundant to cheat when they can kill everything?

Therefore, the guests could only attribute this change to the princess's "compassion." That Tianlong had a heart of gold and virtue, and he didn't take pleasure in killing people like the Iron Army did!

Oh no, it's a bit of an exaggeration to say that the Master of the Iron Army enjoys killing. To the Iron Army, especially the High Knights of the Iron-Blooded Cross, their slaughter is to eradicate rebellion and heresy, which is a sign of loyalty to the God-Emperor and a great honor.

"Captain..." A rat-man with shifty eyes appeared stealthily and hid under the bar.

The bearded man was staring at the door, smoking his pipe, his eyes bloodshot. As soon as he saw the ratman emerge, he asked in a hoarse voice, "How's things going at the tavern?"

"No movement, so he should not be exposed."

"Well, good, then the staff officer should be fine." The man bit his pipe hard and cursed, "Damn imperial dog."

"Captain," the young man who was leaning against the wall and peeping through the blinds asked, "What should we do now? Ella's gang sold us out. I knew they were cowards and couldn't be trusted!"

"It might not be Ella. A fighter fighting for freedom wouldn't stoop to such a level. Didn't you notice there was only one person in her team?"

"Fuck, she was sold out too?" The young man grinned fiercely, "Are these traitors really that greedy for that damn power and wealth?"

"Is it just for power and wealth? We still have no clue about the attack on Crown Plaza and the assassination of nobles. Eh..." The bearded man just shook his head, his eyes bloodshot. "I'm afraid some of the commanders in Yunling are eager to see blood. This chaos really meets their expectations."

"..."

"Fevor, take the others and surrender. You go first, so we can see if those imperial dogs are playing tricks on us." The bearded man exhaled.

"Are you kidding me, Captain?"

"Captain, we can also go out through the sewer..." The rat man whispered a reminder while hiding in an unnoticed corner.

"No, your identity is very useful and cannot be discovered by your clan." The bearded man shook his head. "Also, zombies have been emerging from nowhere underground lately. Ordinary people would die if they went in."

"But surrendering to the empire is also a dead end!" The rat man was anxious.

"The value of surrender lies in the fact that there are still some people who can resist. Before we are completely defeated, that white-haired young dragon will not make the foolish mistake of destroying the bridge." The bearded man said solemnly, "Leave through the sewers and don't let anyone see you. As for Favre, you haven't touched on any core secrets, so even if you reveal everything, it won't cause much harm. The people in other strongholds should have already started moving after hearing the news."

"What about you, Captain?"

"I'm staying here."

"Stop talking nonsense! Even if the sewers are full of dangers, escaping is not a problem with your ability—"

"Listen." The bearded man held Favre's shoulder. "You're different. You don't harbor any hatred. You're just a newsboy. But you got fired up when you saw us dealing with Doberman. I have no choice but to acknowledge you as a 'hero.'"

"Bullshit! It's too late to deny me now!" The boy was anxious and angry.

"This is your test. The guests and staff need a leader to help them find a way out. If you have the chance, you must also find out more about Pierre and Lille," the bearded man instructed earnestly. "Remember, this is a mission. Call the others over now."

The boy's expression changed again and again, and finally he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Ten minutes later, forty-two guests and employees who had suffered an unfortunate fate walked out of the door of the cafe, which seemed to be taking their lives, on trembling heels. When they saw the murderous sentinel falcons and tall knights outside, they almost thought they had arrived at the execution ground and the so-called pardon was nothing but a trap.

After all, it's not impossible for Tiejun to kill innocent people and take credit for it.

"Children, women, cowards, all of you?" Utana glanced at the shivering civilians, like a wolf examining a flock of sheep.

"Captain, no... the other rebels are still inside, they, they..." The boy's voice was trembling with humiliation, but he was not afraid, but hiding his anger.

"So, you're the one they sent out?" Utana asked playfully. "They were going to die, so why are you still alive?"

After saying that, Utana slowly drew the sword from her waist and pointed it at Favre.

"Alright, Major Utana, please don't betray my integrity." Hestia, accompanied by Clara, approached from a distance and said, "It's inevitable that young people will be deceived. Such loyal and honest people who surrender deserve to be treated with hospitality. The world will understand who they should serve."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Let's clean up the mess." Hestia said calmly.

Then, Clara and two other tall knights enter the cafe.

Loud and violent noises erupted frequently, burning flames and surging elements gushed out, and magic crystal dust crackled and filled the air.

That should have been the power of an explosive explosion, but Blade Cultivator used it for his own benefit.

About five minutes more.

Several twisted bodies, nearly dead and dying, were thrown out of the cafe.

"Well, as expected of a high knight."

Hestia sighed softly as she looked at the rebels who had been beaten beyond recognition.

The High Knight was the most capable cultivator among the various paths. Blessed by destiny and favored by the Divine Emperor, he could easily defeat ten of his peers. As for cultivators like those of the Path of Wisdom, they would have already sensed the scent and fled before even catching sight of the High Knight.

In the early stages of the game, the high-level knight of the Mastery Realm was a big boss that players could hardly fight alone. Even an ordinary knight of the Iron Army who was infused with the tower was comparable to an elite monster.

Except for Clara, the other two had some broken skin, with blood flowing down the wounds.

Hestia took out her revolver and said, "Surrender, or die."

"Hahahahaha, it's a pity that the venue here is in a busy city. If we carefully arrange it and use the surging magic to interfere with the High Knight's body, then-"

The bearded man was extremely excited and did not show any sign of discouragement due to the failure.

"Boom."

Hestia didn't give him a chance to savor it.

As the gunshots rang out, the man's "soul" quickly dissipated. Part of his obsession drifted away with the spirit, part of his memories were swept into his dreams, and the rest poured into the door of the intersection opened by the Witch's Book, turning into a clear symbolic mark.

"Phase warp."

Hestia knew this skill, or "secret technique." It was similar to the distorted compass she had encountered in the woods before, and it could leave coordinates within a certain range, allowing the spaces between the two coordinates to interact.

This is similar to Iyana's use of moonlight to achieve spatial teleportation. However, the Elven Servant Mother is a Celestial Spirit mystic of the Path of Heaven. She believes in the theory of celestial mapping and draws power from communication with the celestial bodies. Her core power is the medium of communication, interaction, and the flow of the world. Therefore, Iyana's teleportation comes from the Violet Moon, not from itself.

In terms of effect, the Secret Realm Peek Blade Cultivator is naturally not as good as Iyana's secret technique, but in a fast-paced encounter, this skill can produce more unexpected results.

"The premise is that we can break through the defense."

Hestia glanced at Clara and complained in her heart.

She could imagine how humiliating the death of this bearded rebel must have been. No matter how he moved, dodged, or used all his martial arts skills, he couldn't even scratch his opponent's skin.

Unless he took advantage of the moment when the high knight was distracted to launch a sneak attack, but with the instinct and spiritual perception of the secret cultivator, how could he succeed in a sneak attack so easily?

"team leader!!!"

Seeing the bearded man die in such humiliation, without even saying a complete last word, Favor's chest was instantly filled with hatred.

He no longer cared about the overall situation, his blood rushed straight to his head, and there was only one thought in his mind -

Even if I die, I can't live like a coward!

"I kill you!"

Countless training movements flashed through Favor's mind. He pulled out the knife from his boot very smoothly and rushed towards the princess as nimbly as a cat.

Hestia didn't even raise her head. The tall knight Will who was nearby had already taken action. With just a swing of his arm, he knocked the boy to the ground.

"Ahem!"

Blood gushed out of Favor's throat. He felt his ribs were broken and even his lungs were pierced by bone fragments.

"team leader……"

"It seems that you are not satisfied with the Empire's kindness." Hestia sighed softly.

"It's not our fault, Your Highness!" A gentleman who often drank tea in the café knelt down hastily. "I had no idea this was the rebel base. I'm innocent. I was forced into this. If I had known this was a den of filth, I would never have come to this den of vile creatures!"

"Ahem, you're talking nonsense! We clearly helped..."

Favor spurted out blood bubbles and he should have been unable to breathe, but as an apprentice who had just entered the threshold of Dream Residence, although he had not had time to practice, his control over his body was still far better than that of ordinary people.

"You guys?" Hestia looked at the others.

"Your Highness, I have nothing to do with the rebels!" another guest screamed. "I, I have no ties with the rebels! Ahhhh!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Febvre, snatched his knife, and stabbed it into the boy's heart, once, twice, and three times.

"Damn you traitors, damn you traitors! How have I ever offended you? Why don't you just do your business properly? Why do you have to come out and harm others?"

His hands were stained with blood, and the boy's angry pupils stared at the sky, losing all focus.

"As expected, there are still loyal people in the empire."

Hestia glanced at the remaining rebels, executed them one by one, and stored the abundant spiritual energy into the Witch's Book. No mystical mark was produced, but traces of a sword fight could be faintly seen in the corner of the cover of the Witch's Book.

"Have someone search this place thoroughly. Don't leave anything behind. As for the others..." Hestia waved her hand. "The Empire won't let a bad person go, nor will it wrongly accuse a good person. Let them go."

The princess' voice was like the sound of nature. Even the maid who was staring at the corpses in a daze stopped crying. Instead, she felt relieved that she had survived the disaster.

Many people collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, crying and laughing.

Hestia knew that these people might be hiding some peripheral members of the rebellion, because there were countless signs of blade cultivators in the border area.

But she was too lazy to interrogate him on the spot.

The Sentinels are destined to monitor everyone here until they reconnect with free will or choose to serve the Empire.

"Well done, Mr. Pierre. The empire's cause needs loyal men like you," Hestia said softly. "How about the title of Baron of the Black Sea?"

Pierre's face was filled with ecstasy, and he knelt down: "I am willing to spend the rest of my life atonement for my past sins and serve Your Highness loyally. I will never regret it even if I die!"

Hestia ignored this loyal "lackey" and continued to wait outside the cafe, hoping to get some clues about the worms' cooperation with the rebels.

At this moment, she seemed to realize something and looked up at the corner of the street.

Outside the blockade of the sentinel falcon, a blonde girl was holding the hand of a little girl, staring gloomily at the entrance of the cafe.

Hestia walked over, and the blonde girl was about to take the girl away, but was stopped by the observing falcon.

"I remember you." Hestia looked at the blonde girl. "You're close to my Viola?"

My Viola...