The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"I'm afraid the bacteria virus saved him. I feel like he's already half a zombie."

"Then send him to death." Hestia waved her hand.

She has to step in for such a small matter?

"Your Highness, because he might be a zombie, yet he still retains a part of himself..." Chloe said helplessly, "He once stayed in Valle's clinic and underwent surgery there, so he might know some clues. But now the police have come knocking, saying they want to charge that family with fraud."

"What's the situation now?" Hestia pondered.

"I used your name to steady the police and came over immediately."

The princess no longer refused. After all, as a unique individual who died unexpectedly, disappeared unexpectedly, and finally resurrected unexpectedly, she might really be hiding clues related to flesh and blood alchemy.

Then she called Iyana and asked a sergeant of the Iron Army to drive down the mountain.

……

Little Devil Alley.

Inside the airtight attic, two fully armed policemen were guarding the entrance. The woman, holding a plate of bread and soup, looked at the police with pleading eyes: "Officer, Ryan hasn't eaten anything today. I want to see my child, is that okay..."

"Get out of here, you gold-stealing swindler!" The policeman pressed the woman's shoulders and was about to push her away, but he saw several golden shields glittering on her sleeves and immediately coughed twice. "Alas, she's also a poor mother. She only has fifteen minutes. Don't dawdle!"

After dividing the golden shield, the police opened the entrance to the attic and let the woman in.

In the dark, moldy space, a thin figure huddled in the corner.

"Ryan, mom is here to see you. Don't be afraid. It will be okay. Everything will be okay." The woman hugged the trembling child in her arms and comforted him softly.

The male owner's voice could be heard downstairs, arguing as if he was trying to distance himself from the mother and son.

"Huh...huh...hungry..." Ryan made a hoarse sound in his throat.

"Here, Mom brought you some food." The woman dipped the bread in the soup and brought it to the child's lips.

Ryan ate voraciously, but his pupils became redder and redder, like a mad beast.

"mom……"

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Walk……"

"Leave? Uh..."

Before the woman could finish her words, she felt a sharp tearing pain in her neck.

The boy's sharp teeth bit through her throat, gnawing at the flesh.

Hearing the crash of someone falling to the ground, the police officer in the temple attic looked at each other angrily and climbed up: "Listen, if you dare to run away, don't blame me for being rude..."

A shadow passed by.

The sound stopped suddenly.

Then, gunshots and shouts rang out, and the whole house seemed to be boiling...

Volume 62: Dreamer: . It's a scam, right?

When Hestia arrived at Little Rat Alley, the house surrounded by police was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Several police officers whose thighs were torn off were carried to the rear with the help of their companions, while the rest, as if facing a formidable enemy, lined up in a row with flintlock rifles that were several generations behind the Iron Army.

"It's over." Chloe knew something bad was going to happen at first glance.

"What happened?" Hestia asked.

After the Inquisitor incident, even if some officers hadn't seen the princess's portrait, they would still recognize her iconic silver hair. A police captain stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and then explained the situation.

Simply put, the boy under their care suddenly turned into a monster, not only eating up his mother, but also injuring several police officers.

"I knew that little brat was a ghost that was here to take my life—" A man knelt on the ground and wailed. His sleeves were torn and there was a deep scratch on his arm that showed the bone. "Officer, none of this has anything to do with me. I had no idea that woman actually hid this little monster in her house!"

"He is?" Hestia asked.

The sheriff said, "That little monster's adopted father, Eli Beckman, is probably one of them, but Your Highness, don't listen to his lies... Due to the influx of refugees, some unscrupulous slave traders at the port are using the guise of recruiting pioneers from the New World to trick refugees into becoming plantation slaves. While we were investigating, we happened to see the little monster escaping from the slave traders."

According to the sheriff, the family hid the little thing in order to embezzle the high compensation. But Beckman was even more greedy. In order to seize all the wealth and prevent the matter from being exposed, he directly sold the little thing to a slave trader, deceiving the child's mother that this was a ploy to facilitate the child's transfer to the ship.

This was the information the police pried out from the slave trader. At the same time, the slave trader also found a deed that would have sold the child's mother to the New World.

If nothing unexpected happened, Beckman would have boarded a merchant ship bound for Kaslat, the southwestern region of the empire, this evening and become a diamond widower with hundreds of gold shields.

However, he underestimated the ability of the "little monster". Driven by hunger, thirst and fear, Ryan tore the sack and injured the slave trader. He escaped into the sewer under several hunting crossbows, and was blocked and taken back home by Chloe who was investigating the situation of the zombies.

"Go and see the little thing," said Hestia.

"Your Highness, that thing is not human!" the sheriff tried to dissuade him. "I suspect he's been transformed into a ghoul by some evil sorcerer. Even three or four adults can't hold him down!"

In response, the princess just glanced coldly at the sheriff, who immediately fell silent and wished he could slap himself in the face.

Does he need to worry about the safety of the Celestial Dragons?

If something really happens to the princess, he won't be the one to take the blame.

The ones who should really be crying are the provincial governors, military district generals, and the chief examiner of the censorship office!

After figuring out the situation, the sheriff watched the princess enter the house and once again ordered his men to be on high alert.

Beckman's house has very small windows and very poor lighting. It is located in a low-lying area, close to the sewer drain, and there is a damp and moldy smell everywhere.

But the dim room could not affect Hestia's vision, nor could it affect Iyana and Chloe's perception.

The princess went up to the second floor and saw a bloody little ghost in the corridor, biting and chewing on a woman's abdomen.

"I should have controlled him before I left..."

Chloe regretted that she had noticed that the child was showing signs of becoming a zombie, but in order to avoid further escalating the situation, she did not take the same strong measures as she did with the ratmen.

"Why did you transform so quickly?" Hestia asked.

"Whether it's the mother fungus's toxin or this modified version, the initial symptoms of the infected person are a hunger for flesh and blood, and food other than flesh and blood tastes like chewing wax." Chloe's eyes flashed with pity. "But this is just an 'illusion', a method used by the worms to deceive and harvest the infected person's soul. I forgot that he is just a child and cannot maintain the same rationality as an adult."

Hestia suddenly thought of the attacker who had injured Viola's father and dug into the cellar of the cafe some time ago. Both incidents happened in Little Rat Alley, and there were gnawed body parts in the ditch. If all this was done by the hungry little devil in front of her, it would not be surprising that he turned into such a monster.

"Wuwu...Mom..."

The little ghost raised his head, his bright red eyes filling his entire eye sockets. His face was half ferocious and half painful. While he was feasting on his mother's intestines, he was calling her name desperately.

"But why does he eat his own mother when so many others don't eat her?" Hestia said to herself.

"The kinslayer is still alive?" Chloe suddenly remembered the note found in the basement of the Valais Clinic. "Perhaps his behavior conforms to some kind of ritual?"

Iyana, who had remained silent the entire time, spoke softly, "I remember the last time I came here, the child's body was still alive. His mother said a doctor said he had an infection... I'm sorry, Your Highness."

"What are you sorry for?"

"If I had been more decisive and had performed an autopsy on the child's body, I might have caught the mastermind behind this..."

"This has nothing to do with you. It's not too late to perform an autopsy now." Hestia waved her hand.

After saying that, the princess slowly approached Ryan.

"Mumumumum, ah..." A vague, thick chewing sound came from Ryan's mouth, "Mom..."

When she went out, Hestia had changed into a modified military uniform. She drew the rapier from her waist and looked at Ryan with cold eyes.

Zombies have no souls. Their souls have long been eaten by worms. Only their bodies remain alive under the curse of bacteria, toxins and worms, and retain some of their instincts in life.

Fortunately, the zombie in front of him was only the original version, which had not undergone repeated iterations of breeding. It could be killed by destroying its heart or brain.

By the time the game reaches the stage of chaos and the fight against the evil creatures, countless zombies no longer have pure human outlines. They reproduce and parasitize like fungi, and even some plants and insects begin to show signs of becoming zombies.

After killing a zombie, its flesh, blood, and memories will be devoured and inherited by other zombies, and even with the help of evil lives and dreams, it will form a terrifying existence with countless consciousnesses sharing the same soul.

The player's success in defeating the Filthy Creatures is not only due to the blessing of the Apostle of Light, but also to the rebellion of some zombies that have developed self-awareness.

Therefore, Hestia had only one thought at the moment - to eradicate the ritual of foul life in this city.

As if sensing danger, Ryan held up the intestines hanging from the corner of his mouth and cautiously took a few steps back.

"Are you still conscious... My dear little one, let me ask you something." Hestia looked down at him, her sword slanted at her side. "Maxime Vallee, have you ever heard of this name?"

"Wa... Mom..."

Ryan still had some consciousness left, but his self was almost gone.

Hestia didn't hold out much hope. She had wanted to perform an autopsy on the brat, but the body was never found.

At this moment, Ryan's eyes trembled, and he suddenly looked at his mother, who was only half an empty shell under him. Her bloodless, confused and relieved face stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Mom—" Ryan roared and rushed towards Hestia, "You..."

The princess stepped sideways and raised her sword, piercing the opponent's wrist.

"You... give it back to me..." Ryan fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but his right wrist, which was supporting his body, suddenly broke along the sword mark. He fell down again, and a hoarse, vague, and angry growl came out of his throat, "Give me back... Mom..."

Hestia was stunned.

Isn’t it a case of porcelain?

Just as Ryan was about to launch further attacks, Chloe bent her five fingers, and a web suddenly emerged from the pool of blood on the ground, dragging Ryan from mid-air to the ground again.

"Kid, can you hear me?" Chloe said as gently as she could. "We, uh, we're not going to hurt you. We just need you to answer some questions."

Chloe knew that Ryan was beyond saving. Even if he could be saved, recovering from this level of transformation would be incredibly difficult. The most cost-effective way for the Empire to dispose of him was to destroy him. But to appease him, she had to lie against her conscience.

"I want my mother, give her back to..."

"Your mother is dead." Hestia's cold and ruthless voice shattered the little child's shredded heart. "What you eat has nothing to do with me. If you still have a bit of filial piety, tell me where your mother took you and who she met."

"I……"

Ryan was struck by lightning. He was stunned for a moment, then felt his stomach churning and fell to the ground, retching wildly.

Crumbs of his mother's body, mixed with stomach acid residue, splattered onto the ground, but after overcoming the initial psychological difficulties, he found that he did not feel the slightest bit of nausea or discomfort.

It was as if his previous actions were just instincts left in his body, with few memories left, but as he vomited everything out, the desire for flesh and blood was completely replacing the physical king's habits.

tasty.

The residue smells like mother.

He scooped up the remains and tried to put them back into his mouth, but Chloe manipulated the silk thread, sending them flying and trapping them on the wall.

Hestia said, "Perform the examination, Iyana."