The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Your Highness, there are enemies—"

A soldier's reminder came from deep inside, and the sound of fighting lasted for a moment and soon stopped.

Hestia approached. Several ghouls lay chopped to pieces on the ground, their severed heads rolling with eyes. An old ghoul, his flesh rotting, leaning on a cane and a lantern, was surrounded by a large number of ghouls. He looked so old and demented that he couldn't even defeat a mortal youth.

A sergeant shouted, "Ghoul? Who ordered you here? Tell me!"

The ghoul showed no fear. He looked past the obstacles and fixed his gaze on Garcia: "You're here."

"Professor, it seems someone has been waiting for you here for a long time." Hestia looked up at the sky above the cave, where there was a direct connection to the outside world and a ray of daylight.

"No, this isn't the place I mentioned!" Garcia looked around at the coffins, suddenly gasping for breath and shouting in fear, "I haven't been here, I... ho ho... I don't even... ho... remember..."

Hestia asked the ghoul, "Did you know he was coming?"

"You've forgotten a lot, but you always come here because this is the hint of truth left by you, me, and us." The old ghoul trembled, barely able to use his cane, and even his voice was as low as an insect's hum. "We've been waiting for you."

"No, I remember it was a woman!" Garcia roared. He ran to the center of the cave and spoke to a mirror on a stone platform. "I still remember this table! She taught me about Luisa's research here. She told me how to resurrect Luisa. She's the one who brought me to this day, right here in this mirror!"

Garcia was almost going crazy, dancing with anxiety, but no matter how he tried to recall, everything here did not match his memory.

"Look at the mirror again. Who is talking to you?" the old ghoul said softly.

Garcia sat down and stared at the mirror. There was nothing unusual about the face except that it was a fifty-year-old man's face.

He was furious: "There's nothing in the mirror! Ghoul! Are you kidding me! You..."

"So you're not parasitic."

The princess' voice suddenly sounded from behind him, startling Garcia.

Hestia stared at Garcia's pale right hand, thoughtfully. "I remember a bullet blew your arm off... So that's why you transplanted someone else's arm, and that's why there's this difference?"

"Your Highness, what are you... talking about?" Garcia turned his head slowly, his pupils gradually dilating. "Are you talking about me?"

"This is truly unbelievable. At first, I thought she was possessing you, which is why I kept sensing those strange auras."

Hestia drew the sword from her waist and pointed it at Garcia. All the soldiers present followed her movements and entered combat readiness.

"Your Highness, I don't know what you are talking about."

Garcia's face became more and more distorted and painful. He was sweating profusely and unspeakable horror flashed across his eyes.

"You are her, and she is you." Hestia said softly, "So should I call you Mr. Garcia, or Mrs. Garcia... Mrs. Baiyu?"

Volume 68: Dreamers: . Madam Baiyu

"Madam White Jade," when this title echoed in the cave, not a single unnecessary sound could be heard in the desolate space.

"Huh?" Chloe was the only one with a puzzled mind, her eyes gleaming with a light untainted by wisdom. "You said he's Madam Baiyu, so he's a pervert who likes to dress like a woman?"

Garcia sensed something, his face pale, he took several steps back, and fell to the stone platform: "No, this is impossible, how is this possible?"

"Are you awake?"

Ignoring the tense atmosphere, the old ghoul staggered towards Garcia with his cane and knelt on his knees.

"No, I'm not—" Garcia angrily grabbed the ghoul's collar and lifted it into the air. "How could she still be alive? How could she still—"

"It's not that she's alive, it's that you're dead." The old ghoul's body was rotting, but his eyes shone with holiness. "This is exactly what my lady has been waiting for, this is the miracle we all long for." He suddenly raised his head and chanted aloud, "The skin of the weeds wears my crown and clothes. The life of the living, enlivens my soul. All things flourish and wither in one place, just as all things coexist with heaven and earth."

"boom!"

With a gunshot, Hestia blew the ghoul's head off.

"It really has no soul," the princess murmured softly. "To be precise, it's not that it doesn't have one, but its soul has long since gone somewhere else and transformed into something else."

"Mother Fungus," Chloe realized. "But now it's not Mother Fungus, it's Filth Life... They're all Filth Life. This is exactly what Garcia was talking about, the Luisa Concept!" She realized it belatedly, her face filled with surprise. "Then who is Garcia now?"

"No, no, no, this is impossible. How could this be possible?" Garcia's eyes were bloodshot. He had a guess in his mind, but he couldn't agree with it. "I am me, I am not her! I want to resurrect her, but I... can't be her!"

"Can we kill him?" Hestia raised her rapier and revolver, pointed them at Dean Garcia, and asked gently.

When she was in the Medical Association, she had doubted the dean who was being sacrificed.

Aside from having one of his eyes gouged out, Garcia suffered no real injuries. Even for a cultivator of the Eternal Path, regenerating a physical eye wouldn't be difficult.

Did her arrival really stop the ritual? Hestia didn't think so.

In the Witch's Book, wherever Garcia exists, there must be worm mycelium closely related to the filthy life.

Hestia initially thought that Garcia was just like those people outside, infected with the virus, so it was inevitable that plaques would grow in the spiritual symbol.

But this couldn't explain the unusual behavior of the gray-black mycelium spirits, which had fled frantically when she'd tried to contact them. This meant that what she'd touched wasn't some "breath" left unintentionally by a esoteric cultivator, but a living consciousness, a real individual.

However, despite her awareness, Hestia did not find any lurking around.

So, Hestia thought that a part of Lady Baiyu was parasitic on Garcia.

But the truth of the matter was beyond her expectations.

"It was never you who killed her, but she who killed you... No, it was you who killed him." Hestia said softly, "Remember, you once said, 'The barrier of losing the flesh is the barrier of losing the soul.' Then, why couldn't it be her, or you, who lost her body and transformed herself?"

Garcia's lips trembled as an overwhelming panic gripped his brain, making it almost impossible for him to think normally. "Your Highness, what are you talking about? I'm Rafael Garcia, not someone else!!!"

"Oh!"

A bullet to the skull shattered it, but Garcia's head didn't explode as usual.

Garcia touched his forehead. No blood or brain matter flowed out. He only felt a mass of amorphous flesh wriggling in his skull. The itchy and shocking sensation almost drove him crazy.

"Tsk, I can't die as expected."

Hestia's lips curled downward.

"No, it's not like that, I won't..." Garcia looked pale and kept muttering to himself.

The soldiers and sentries present pulled the triggers, and countless bullets, whistling in the wind, poured into Garcia's body riddled with holes.

"It's different from last time." Chloe exclaimed, "Your Highness, I'm going back to the city to get help!"

"What the hell are you calling for reinforcements!" The princess slammed the back of her sword on Chloe's head, her eyes dark. "If I'm guessing correctly, those infected people have already started to mutate, right?"

From where Garcia stood, a gentle woman's laughter could be heard. The sound grew sharper and thinner, accompanied by the shaking of Garcia's shoulders, as if his entire body was trembling.

It said: "Thanks to you, there is only one last step left to complete..."

But soon, Garcia shook his head in horror: "No, Luisa! How could it be you! How could you be in my body!"

Then, its expression changed again, and it spoke tenderly, "It's not your body, it's 'us,' Rafa. I've always regretted what I did. From that day on, I vowed to resurrect you. We will be together forever, inseparable in life or death."

You regretted it...

Hestia complained inwardly.

"So, Maxime Vallee wasn't presiding over the Medical Association's ceremony. He was Luisa's student, and from the very beginning, he followed Luisa's instructions." Iyana's pupils split in two, then split into two, like flowing starlight. "The mixed souls gathered within it. Is this the result of the ceremony?"

After saying that, the elf stepped forward alone. The light of the violet moon shone through the crack in the sky, and the vast space was shining with hundreds of colorful halos.

The mountains began to flow, the rivers began to burn, the candlelight hung like rocks, and the corpses rose like light smoke.

In an instant, everyone felt strange and alienated from the world.

This is the combined power of Iyana and the elemental fairies. The Path of Heaven symbolizes thought, inspiration, and the communication and interaction of all things. It is unfathomable, yet present within the flow of all things. The Celestial Spirits, through this, can create reflections between different things.

She displaces the properties of matter, throwing the surrounding rules into chaos.

A violent wind made of rock swirled around Garcia, and thunder and fire emerged in the dust storm.

The two tall knights in the cave immediately cast a secret spell on everyone, giving them an aura that made them immune to external mysterious interference.

"Is it difficult?" Hestia asked. Her sleeves fluttered in the blowing gravel, and her limbs felt heavy, as if they could be easily blown away by a gust of wind.

"Its spirit is too strong. I can't manipulate its connection to things as easily as I did last time." Iyana's voice was as gentle as ever. "We need to destroy its body first, then tear apart its bloated soul and cross it into the Styx."

"Cross into the River Styx? Hehehe, cross into the River Styx?"

"Garcia" let out a raspy laugh, and countless souls were absorbed, as if thousands of thoughts were resurrecting in his consciousness.

It could not understand what this feeling was, could not distinguish between pain and pleasure, but a more transcendent voice descended from the vast dream, completing its unity.

"No no no no no!"

Half of Garcia's face was filled with crazy enthusiasm, while the other half was filled with fear. Then, another face rose up behind him.

It was Maxime Vallee.

Valais's features were distorted, with only one blood-red eye moving as he laughed wildly. "Ah, well, I've asked! I've asked! Death, you've been defeated again! As long as my will burns, you'll never catch me!"

Another face appeared on his shoulder blade. It was Ryan, who was like a fetus. He seemed to be in the warm uterus, murmuring in his sleep: "Mom, it's so good to see you again..."

"Kill you—" A woman's face suddenly appeared between Garcia's eyebrows, and she screamed hysterically at the princess, "Evil dragon, I want you and your empire to be buried with me—"

Hestia looked carefully and found that the woman was quite similar to Ella who ambushed her outside the White Sea Company.

“No, I’m not, I’m not aaaaaaaaa——”

More and more faces emerged from Garcia's body. It scratched at its own skin in horror, and countless skin fragments covered with bacteria fell off. Its shape, its skin color, and its appearance were constantly changing as the skin on its face was torn apart.

It made itself bleed profusely, like a mass of wriggling, growing flesh.

As layer after layer of skin fell off, "Garcia" became thinner, taller and taller.

"Such white feet... no, so many feet!" Chloe exclaimed, and saw a white, majestic, gorgeous female body with eight arms making seals emerge.

The female body is sacred, gentle, and full of compassion and love.

However, below her waist was a huge belly that was as gestating as that of an ant queen. Countless happy human faces emerged from the soft skin, and countless white little feet rolled under her belly.

It seemed as if a heart-pounding existence was still being nurtured within his abdominal cavity.

A majestic, dark forest gate emerged from the dream, casting a shadow across the cave.

"Step forward, step forward, step forward, let us witness the eternal life of eternity——"

Accompanied by the shouts of countless voices, the shadow of the door floated high in the sky, and seemed to be open in its belly.

This is a symbol of the ritual that Madam Baiyu has not yet completed.

She was no longer in pain or madness. Instead, she looked down from a high position with full care, as if a mother was admiring her baby.

"Keep her here at all costs, otherwise the entire Yunding City will be wiped out!"

Hestia ordered sharply.

Now Iyana has blocked the cave's connection with the outside world to prevent more infected mortal souls from being absorbed by it. If it is really allowed to step out, the massacre in official history, the truth of which was hidden by the empire, will probably be repeated.