The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

On the stage, a young man in a white robe was holding a medical marker and drawing a mark on the forehead of a sturdy middle-aged man.

"Maxime Vallee?"

Hestia looked at the young man in white robes, her voice echoing in the hall.

The middle-aged man who was bound with straps and mentally weak was none other than the youthful-looking former president of the Yunling Medical Association, Rafael Garcia.

At this moment, Garcia was like a lamb to be slaughtered. He was naked, his hands and feet were tied to the standing stone slabs, and then restrained with iron handcuffs. His skin was covered with strange runes painted with markers.

His mouth was held open by an opener, his eyelids were turned back and sutured to his eye sockets, and there was a marking line on his forehead. If he was cut open along the line with a knife, his brain would be exposed.

Seeing the three people appearing at the end of the road, Garcia was furious and let out a mournful cry from his throat, as if he wanted to ask for help, but he could not move.

"Princess of the Empire." Maxime Vallee, one eye vacant, looked incredibly calm as he asked, "Are you coming to observe our birthday celebration as well?"

"Birth celebration ceremony?"

"The rite of passage to happiness and eternal life frees us from our final fate. On the eternal and infinite path, we will no longer be hungry or thirsty, cold or painful, or die. We will embrace each other beneath the warm evening sea."

Maxime Vallee recited fervently, and as he did so, the hooded figures in the hall began to proclaim: "From now on, it is no longer I who serve Eternal Life, but Eternal Life that serves me—"

"Are you worthy of talking about eternal life? I won't even mention whether you can do it. Even if you pursue the path to immortality, what does it have to do with Rafael Garcia?" Hestia remained calm and gently rubbed Iyana's elbow with the hilt of her sword.

The elf immediately understood what His Highness meant and knew that he wanted her to pay attention to Garcia.

The former president who was tied to the stone slab by the Medical Association may be the key sacrifice in this ceremony.

"Because the truth lies here." Maxime Valle smiled sincerely. He untied Garcia's mouth gag and said, "Your Highness, please allow us to show you the Medical Association's latest research results... No, a reproduction of the old ones. You will witness a grand ceremony and the most cutting-edge medical technology. I believe His Majesty the Emperor will be very pleased with this."

"Don't listen to him, Your Highness!" Garcia struggled with a splitting headache. "Maxim, calm down. Your mentor is dead. You don't have to go in the wrong direction. Listen to me..."

"You just think it's wrong now, Dean," Maxime Vallee smiled, "but soon you will understand that even if you actively stay away from the truth, it still exists in your mind."

After saying this, Maxime Valle raised the saw blade and was about to saw open Garcia's skull.

It was the first time Hestia had seen such a rough ceremony. Before she could speak, Iyana had already pointed her hand, and a gust of wind cut off Maxime Vallee's wrist, bringing up a puff of blood.

Saw blades flying high.

"Heberus!" Valais glared at Hestia. "This is a discovery that could change the world and free everyone from suffering and despair! Are you going to risk the wrath of the world and go against it?"

"How dare you represent the world?" Hestia chuckled, covering her lips with her hands. "I am the world."

After saying that, she raised her hand, pulled out her revolver, turned her back to Iyana, and fired at the crowd.

Blood exploded from the necks, and headless corpses fell to the ground one after another.

"The skin of the weeds wears my crown and clothes."

Chanting sounds rang out from the pile of dead bodies.

Arms broke through the abdominal cavity and grew flesh, dragging the body like reptiles.

"I wish you a life full of life, and may my soul be full of life."

Then, the spirits contained in the blood grew into folded brains, and the strange corpses were like the waves behind pushing the waves in front. Under the entanglement and fusion of limbs, they grew into terrifying and difficult undead creatures.

At the refugee camp outside the Medical Association, astonishing and crazy chanting began to break out, followed by terrified shouts and screams, but those shouts and screams were soon drowned out by the chanting.

"Your Highness, we should leave."

Iyana frowned slightly, pointed to the sky, and a violet moon appeared in the sky. Just as the ugly, bloated undead creature spat out blood and pus filled with curses and deadly poison at her, the violet moon cast a beam of light.

The beam of light went straight through the undead creature's chest cavity, as if vaporizing the air. The huge, empty cavity showed no trace of burning, only clumps of internal organs that had been poured out and turned into dust.

But when the light shone on the three people, it formed an insurmountable barrier, dispelling all evil.

"Take Garcia and go!" Hestia said. "Don't leave him to these guys."

"it is good."

Yiyana took the photo and drew the blood of the Valais that Fang Lingcai had cut open with her wind blade. Star tracks like the Milky Way appeared in front of her, constantly changing, and finally forty or fifty spiritual halos remained suspended in front of her.

This is the spirit, or soul, of all beings present.

However, the incomplete souls of those cultists after fusion were very strange. They were no longer unique, but mixed together like dyes.

Iyana injected blood into one of the halos, which belonged to Valai.

Valai seemed to be aware of something and was about to open his mouth to pray, but Iyana just stretched out her finger and pointed, and his body seemed to be controlled and he could no longer make any sound.

"You will lack spiritual perception and lose your restlessness." Iyana said softly.

Valai's consciousness suddenly became hazy, his vision dimmed, his ears and nose were blocked, and all his senses seemed to be restricted.

"Not as good as Madam Baiyu." Hestia made a judgment on Valais's strength.

In front of Iyana, he had no chance to fight back.

but……

Where is Madam Baiyu?

Why didn’t this important ceremonial occasion occur?

When Hestia saw that these people from the Medical Association were not hiding anything, she guessed that this was a desperate ceremony.

If this drags on, the Tiejun Army will wipe out all traces, and Zhusheng will never have another chance to plan a ceremony of similar scale.

Those hungry and thirsty refugees outside are probably part of the ceremony.

"Do you think that the truth can be isolated by you?!"

Suddenly, Valai broke free from Iyana's control over his spirit, the muscles in his throat tore apart, and a hoarse sound continued to flow out.

Suddenly, the ground beneath the Medical Association began to tremble, and a majestic and chaotic spirituality gushed out.

Iyana's expression remained unchanged, and she just kept her eyes on Rafael Garcia on the stone platform.

"what happened!"

Chloe nimbly jumped over an undead creature. She didn't kill it, but she didn't know whether she couldn't or was hiding her strength and leaving the situation to the elves.

"There are hundreds of secret practitioners' bodies refrigerated under the Yunling Medical Association." Iyana said softly.

"Then why don't we leave quickly!"

Chloe turned pale and dodged another sneak attack from a bone tail.

The corpses of secret practitioners that can be preserved by the Yunling Medical Association are definitely not those of apprentices who are not much more expensive than consumables. These corpses are the best supplies and puppets for mental practitioners!

Volume 1: Dreamer: Lu Si. She is Hell

In the refugee camp, although the cold and hunger attacked every survivor who was struggling on the verge of death, no one dared to cut down the surrounding trees on a large scale.

Every blade of grass and every tree here has its owner, and any logging or hunting is considered an infringement and a challenge to the property of the powerful. On the contrary, it is safer to rob lambs that are weaker than oneself. Even if someone reports it to the police, the busy police will most likely not pay attention to such trivial matters between refugees.

The man was sharpening his knife. On his way from his snow-drenched home, he'd eaten countless roadside corpses. At first, he'd only scavenged the entrails of ratmen when he was extremely hungry. Later, his menu expanded to include gnomes, goblins, dwarves, and finally humans. Finally, rotting corpses were no longer enough to satisfy his appetite, so he joined the raiders, attacking the refugees seeking survival along the way.

But within the main city area, we can no longer act as recklessly as usual.

He originally thought that he could find a way to make a living in the city, but he never expected that it would be worse than the wilderness, where his every move would be monitored by the patrolling black men.

"Bartosh, I'm so hungry..."

The old woman was lying beside a small hill of luggage. She could no longer speak, only her lips were moving silently.

"Bartosh, I'm so hungry."

This time, the man heard his mother's voice.

He sneered, "Wait, wait, you won't be hungry soon. Don't blame me, old man. There is no more food in the camp. This is to keep more people alive."

"Live on, I don't want to die yet—"

The bony claws rested on the man's shoulders, and the hoarse scream from the old woman's throat was creepy.

"you……"

The man turned his head and was about to curse, but he saw a toothless mouth opening in front of him, getting bigger and bigger, almost covering his entire head.

"I... don't... want to... die... ah..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The inhuman mouth stretched along the side of the face like a rubber band, squeezing the facial features until they were almost invisible. The man had never seen such a terrifying scene before, and he immediately fled in fear.

However, when he turned around, he saw that the camp had changed dramatically. Those hungry lambs to be slaughtered seemed like evil spirits crawling out of hell, gnawing on all the flesh they could chew.

"It's so cold."

He heard a sound in his ear and let the old woman bite his face. Although he was wearing a thick cotton coat, he felt cold for no reason.

The chill that chilled him to the bone urged him to approach the campfire in the center of the camp.

"It's so cold..." He made the same sound as those twisted hungry people.

He walked towards the bonfire and embraced it. The skin of the skin stuck together, gradually turning into a bloated ball of flesh. The surface of the ball steamed with grease and sweat, and it rolled, leaving a melting track in the snow.

"It's so cold..."

He thought, rolling towards the next bonfire.

……

"Madam Baiyu, or what about Madam Garcia?" Even though she could sense the surging spiritual energy below, Hestia remained calm and questioned Maxime Valle, "Why did you capture Rafael Garcia?"

"Eternal life, immortal truth, the great miracle that saved me from death—"

Maxime Vallee's spirit was bound. The more he struggled and the more he moved his body, the more obvious the trauma caused by the tearing became.

He screamed loudly, and gouged out one of Garcia's eyes with the scalpel in his hand. Amid Garcia's instinctive screams, he pointed the knife at his own eye socket.

"You are just a handful of yellow earth in the long river of history, and I..."

After saying that, he turned his wrist and suddenly threw the scalpel at the princess. At the same time, his right eyeball suddenly broke free from the eye socket, and with nerve fibers like spider legs, it jumped towards Garcia's empty eye socket, and blood dripped into it.

"clang!"

Hestia easily blocked the scalpel with her rapier, while Iyana had already driven the invisible elemental fairies to infiltrate the stone slab that fixed Garcia. As the shape of the stone slab changed, a stone monster made of metal and minerals emerged. It threw Garcia into the distance and grasped the falling eyeball with its bare hands.

"puff!"

The slurry splashed everywhere.

Maxime Vallee covered his empty eye sockets, as if enduring great pain. His soul was severely damaged as his eyeballs shattered, and heart-wrenching screams emanated from every piece of his skin.