The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

As Hestia finished speaking, the black lines of the [Decomposition Mark] had already wrapped around her sleeves and the hilt of her sword, like ethereal lightning, shattering the sleeves in subtle tremors.

"This is……"

Feeling a touch of spirituality from the source of forging, Iyana frowned slightly.

Then, that spirituality blossomed as the princess leaped up. It was not huge, but like thunder in silence, the power of destruction and collapse seeped into space.

"The path of creation..." Iyana murmured in surprise.

The path of creation is also the path of destruction, and as long as they do not return to eternal nothingness, the two will always coexist and coexist. It symbolizes the transformation of matter and the storage of energy, and has the power to turn stone into gold and transform decay into magic.

Iyana saw that the power used by the princess was like a scalpel, precisely dissecting the structure of Madam Baiyu's body and soul. The rougher the fusion, the easier it would be to fall apart under the force of deconstruction.

Moreover, the power used by the princess had not yet reached perfection, so she was relying purely on brute force and spiritual loss to tear apart Madam Baiyu's flesh and blood.

The powerful flying bricks are naturally the easiest solution, but how can a normal secret cultivator possess such a huge amount of spiritual power?

Moreover, with such profound spirituality, how could His Highness hide it without revealing any clues?

Iyana found that she was becoming increasingly unable to understand the person she once knew, as if she were meeting her for the first time.

The arrogant and conceited young dragon actually has a mind that is impossible to guess.

"Shh!"

The White Jade Lady thrust her long arm at the princess, piercing the soft earth. With a simple shift of her gaze, Iyana shifted Hestia's footing slightly, allowing the princess to step onto the white jade hand. The sword dragged across the flesh, tangling the countless threads like skeins.

There was no restraint, no pain, not even the slightest feeling, as if those thin lines were just an illusion and had no effect.

"Tianlongren, you deserve to die—"

Bai Yu stretched his neck and roared hysterically at the tiny princess in his arms.

But this voice no longer belongs to a woman or a man, but the hatred of millions of people bursting out from its body.

Hestia's pupils narrowed slightly, and the Eye of Truth monitored every move of Madam Baiyu.

Due to the difference in status and the interference of power, the Eye of Truth was unable to see into the depths of Madam Baiyu's soul, nor could it detect all of her weaknesses. However, the princess's instinctive fighting qualities were enough to foresee the opponent's attack movements from some tiny changes.

What's more, Madam Baiyu is just a bachelor of medical school and has no practical experience.

The princess drew her sword and pierced her body, piercing directly into Madam Baiyu's giant palm. As the palm was broken apart, it gradually fell apart in mid-air before it even touched the sword.

First it was the skin, then the muscles, and finally the pieces of white jade bones. As soon as these remains were peeled off, they were instantly transformed under the power of the evil life, turning into bat-like zombies that attacked again.

At the critical moment, a hurricane puppet made of elements gathered by the fairies floated beside the princess. Strong winds and thunder roared, and in an instant, the zombies were rolled into carbonized gravel in the wind.

Hestia thrust out her palm and stabbed Lady Baiyu in the middle of her eyebrows.

"Stab!"

A tooth-grinding roar shrieked in the wind.

Hestia didn't expect that although Lady Baiyu looked weak and boneless, her head was actually harder than steel.

However, there is no absolutely perfect thing in this world. As long as there are flaws, the Seal of Decomposition can find cracks in the structure.

"The worm shakes the tree!"

Madam Baiyu laughed wildly... No, it was hard to say whether it was still exercising the will of Luisa Garcia. Infiltrated by mixed consciousness, it became arrogant and evil, tainting its previous holiness.

It was transforming into a life of filth. It transformed all virtue into sin, all beauty into ugliness, and all thirst for life into a life of filth. It first desecrated the lives of the victims, and finally desecrated the "self." Its eight arms united into one, slapping the princess between their brows.

"Your Highness!"

Iyana called from below. Her intuition was so sharp that she immediately realized that the power displayed by the princess was not enough to completely dissolve Madam Baiyu's body.

The minor injuries will soon be recovered by the almost indestructible healing ability, and the princess, with her spiritual energy exhausted, will no longer have the strength to launch a second attack.

"You are the one trying to stop a chariot with your bare hands, you bastard—"

Hestia's face was filled with rage. She laughed loudly, and with the help of the decomposition mark, the rapier completely penetrated Lady Baiyu's head, touching the living flesh inside that was like a worm.

The living flesh contained endless vitality. In just a moment, it would corrode the sword blade and heal the wound.

However, in addition to its vitality, living flesh also contains countless undigested souls—

Is the "pure" soul located in the brain or the heart? This is the question Rafael García asked in the ritual classroom.

Different people will give different answers.

However, for most people, their souls will also fail when their bodies are damaged. Therefore, some schools of thought believe that the soul flows throughout the body and is in a state of dynamic equilibrium.

At this moment, to Hestia, Lady Baiyu's soul was like a flowing stream maintaining a delicate balance, circulating in this body.

Its brain wasn't really a brain, but more like a digestive organ, a furnace for countless souls to forge, ultimately refining a single being. The precipitated consciousness eventually flowed into the abdomen, hastening the birth of a filthy being.

Countless people were dreaming of happiness in their heads, but the princess' sword undoubtedly tore their fantasies apart.

However, before the terror completely struck, they did not show any rejection of Madam Baiyu, but instead poured all their resentment towards the princess.

"Kill the Celestial Dragons—"

"You've come just in time!" Hestia smiled instead of being surprised.

The foul blood of living flesh spurted out and poured onto the princess, but the mark of the High Knight made it seem as if a thin film separated her from all harm. It seemed to be very close, but in fact it did not touch her at all.

Her state is structured by order and cannot be shaken.

The Witch's Book leaped out of consciousness, turning over its bright white pages, pure and flawless, yet like a huge mouth of the abyss, drinking up all the souls that rushed towards it.

"Ahhh!"

"Help!"

"I don't want to die! Spare me!"

Thousands of souls were ruthlessly crushed by the Witch's Book, and the extracted spirituality was once again invested in the [Seal of Decomposition], further cracking Madam Baiyu's head. Countless fine threads made it look like broken porcelain jade, and it would be shattered to pieces by just a gust of wind.

"What have you done!" Madam Baiyu regained a glimmer of clarity in her eyes and screamed, "Get out of here! You cruel butcher! You devil! I am their savior! Get out of here!"

Even though fear was emerging, Madam Baiyu did not escape. Instead, she curled up and tried to crush all the souls in the living flesh and completely protect the victim in her body.

"Become me..." Madam Baiyu prayed, "I will drive out demons for you and create eternal happiness... Wear my crown and clothes... Live the life of the living and animate my soul."

There were countless voices chanting in her body. She was half asleep and half awake. Those manic faces seemed to be sleeping soundly, enjoying bliss in their sleep talk.

But in contrast to its tranquility, ugly plaques and tumors are growing, and the entire cave environment is being eroded.

"That's enough, Your Highness!"

Iyana's voice echoed, and she unfolded a scroll of a hundred demons, opening a rift filled with death and oblivion in the sky.

The River Styx is the final destination of the souls who refuse to vanish into nothingness. It is a place where countless dead things wander, and there is no return.

Only a very few spiritual practitioners can wander for a while on the banks of the River Styx.

The white jade body has been opened and the soul has been split. Although Iyana doesn't know how the princess accomplished this miracle, she only does her part.

The elf captured a wisp of Lady Baiyu's soul and blood, painted it on a scroll, and built a medium between her and the Styx.

As if smelling a unique delicacy, the crack began to move, and then set off a silent torrent, sweeping down towards the white jade.

Madam Baiyu was still recovering rapidly, but the sword of the princess had caused her to fall apart and become a wreckage. This was an injury that could not be healed in a short time. If we only talk about the princess or the elf, even if she was seriously injured like this, the two still had no means to kill her completely.

But Iyana never thought of killing it.

But exile.

"My—soul—"

The huge jade body was distorted and deformed by the surging torrent, and was finally swept into the crack where the wind was blowing, leaving only the unwilling sound echoing.

"Truth—Rafa—I—"

No more echo.

Volume 70: Dreamer: . Reversing the Heavenly Gang

As Lady Baiyu disappeared into the Styx rift, Hestia stood in the empty cave, watching the bacterial plaques on the stone wall quickly wither away, while some zombies were still wandering aimlessly.

The princess asked, "If you banish it, can it use the zombies here to return?"

"The Styx is a one-way road. Even the Dream-Su mythology cannot escape it without mastering the corresponding secret techniques or powers," Iyana explained. "Furthermore, it is a place of oblivion and death. Even if Bai Yu were ever summoned from the Styx, he would no longer be a worm, but a spirit enslaved by the Styx. Therefore, after losing the enchantment, the zombies here should only be driven by their body's active instincts and no longer be able to spread."

"That's good." Hestia nodded. "From now on, you can focus on suppressing those rebellions... Well, I'm a little tired, Iyana, stay with me tonight and rest."

"Your Highness, isn't it too late..." Iyana suddenly said shyly, "It's almost midnight now. If Your Highness is like last time, I'm afraid it will be dawn by the time we finish... These are extraordinary times, so you should, you should make sure to rest..."

"Isn't that what I meant by rest? Ha... I'm sleepy. What do you think I'm talking about?" Hestia narrowed her golden eyes and said unhappily, "Besides, even if I have to do something, does serving me make you so uncomfortable?"

"No, Your Highness!" Iyana said hurriedly, "It's just that I don't want to drain Your Highness's energy at this time... Besides, Knight Commander Clara still needs my help. Regardless of whether Noel Tinson is dead or not, the Lorraine family must mobilize their connections within the empire to minimize the impact as much as possible to avoid implicating Your Highness."

"Thank you for your hard work," Hestia said softly, stroking the emerald hair of the elf maid-mother. "But there's no need to be so cautious. I've written down everything that has happened here and what I intend to do, and it will be submitted to the Emperor by the military. The matter of the Noel Tinson worm damages the reputation of the Empire, and the Emperor will certainly suppress the news. At the same time, he has countless ways to convince the Tinson family to obey."

The princess believed that with Charles II's forty years on the throne, his overall view was at least seven or eight blocks ahead of hers, and he would most likely take charge of the matter and put an end to it.

If Noel Tinson were truly dead, the Tinson family would certainly not let it go and would immediately investigate thoroughly. However, they would soon discover that this was a decision made by the military, and behind this decision, the emperor's will was also hidden.

This document was not only Hellenstia's way of showing her loyalty to the emperor, but also a way of testing the emperor's thoughts and intentions.

Although Hestia does not want to fight for the throne, she also wants to find out the emperor's attitude towards her and his bottom line.

"Your Highness has thought of everything." Iyana praised him, but the praise did not sound like admiration, but more like praise for his daughter's success.

Hestia left the cave, and the soldiers who were anxiously waiting outside finally felt relieved when they saw the princess appear. They knelt on one knee in a circle to show their loyalty.

"Now Adrian Hesse can be free to suppress the rebellion." The princess looked at the majestic black army and yawned. "Go back and get in the car."

There was no need for the princess to take command in suppressing the rebellion, as this was the provincial governor's job. She only needed to wait for good news in the villa and perform limited micro-management.

As for the aristocratic civil service system in Qingcheng Yunling...

Hestia had no intention of breaking with her masters. Weakening her own people, cutting off their flesh to feed the hawks, and finally handing over her territory and head to the rebels—how could such a good thing happen?

Long before the Divine Emperor came to power, the empire had already been in a state of expansion. The territory that was being encroached upon was difficult to manage, so many regions were represented by princes and princesses as governors and lords, which also gave the princes and princesses great power.

It can be said that for two hundred years before and after the Divine Emperor, he was the most brotherly and respectful emperor in the empire, and he was also the only emperor who was not afraid of rebellion from his brothers.

Apart from the Divine Emperor, the struggles over the selection of successors were all fierce.

Charles II learned his lesson and did not enfeoff any of his children, but simply sent them out to supervise various places.

But this still did not prevent the future Grand Duchess and Regent from having only a little brother who was less than ten years old.

Hestia didn't want to be abandoned by everyone. Otherwise, when the Crown Prince summoned her to the palace for tea one day, she would see the flickering candlelight and hear three hundred tall knights throwing axes...