The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Noel Tinson rose high into the sky supported by the roots, and a large dark red sun floated in the sky.

The sun transformed into the faces of millions of people in an angry state. Wherever it shone, it did not have the power to burn everything, but only bewitched people, making them desire, furious, and hysterical.

"Have you ever thought that what you couldn't do in Mengsu, you could do here?"

"Were you awake then?" Noelle narrowed his eyes. "Pride will destroy you. I was able to restrain myself by using my dreams as a bridge, but now that I've come in person, I'll dig out the filth in your heart bit by bit. Now, hate everything."

Countless roots and petals are tightly closed, like two palms put together.

It is still the long stairway leading to heaven, but it no longer has the golden brilliance of the past. Instead, it is sinister in its grandeur, bloody in its solemnity, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the undisguised evil corrodes the minds of all observers.

The temptation comes from dreams, which is an irresistible poison for the secret practitioners whose spirituality is immersed in the roots.

Only the most tenacious will and unswerving belief in the path can enable one to break through the illusion.

Hestia was covered in blood. She stepped onto the endless long stairs. Under the big sun at the zenith was the shadow of a blood-red worm, and its links looked like tall towers.

"Anger is your instinct, hatred is your nature, only killing—"

Just hearing that manic echo brought back unpleasant memories from both lives. It was as if having her best friend lick her lollipop when she was five years old was a grudge that would linger for a lifetime.

"This is the grudge."

Hestia took the materialized resentment in her hands, holding within it the howls of countless vengeful spirits. She peeled away the cluttered memories bit by bit, leaving only the purest emotion, which she held in her hands.

The blood river began to surge, and huge blood-red dragons flew high into the sky and coiled around the princess.

"How, is this possible..." Noelle's eyes widened, her confidence struggling. "How could you possibly possess the power of bewitchment?" Her pupils grew increasingly bloodshot, and she was furious that her power had been usurped. "This is impossible! If you wield rage, then who am I?"

"You are dead." Hestia stood with sword in hand.

The blood river in the Witch's Book gave her power comparable to Tongzhi's, but this power came from Noelle, so it was naturally impossible for her to surpass hers, nor could it cause any substantial damage.

Just bewitching.

But if killing someone and destroying their heart counts, then Noelle is indeed riddled with scars.

"It's you that damn it!"

Noelle moved her flower body, and countless dreamy whispers echoed through the curtain.

"Your Highness, I want that."

"These are flowers picked for His Highness."

"Your Highness, can you allow me to be willful for a moment?"

"Hehe, Your Highness is so mean."

"Your Highness..."

"Hmm?" Hestia was distracted for a moment.

"I want to be your puppy for the rest of my life—"

In an instant, the skirt danced again, and the vines woven into a huge net seemed like a magic circle.

"Please ask the Divine Emperor to enforce the Penal Code and punish me for stealing the name of the evil spirit with ten thousand blades and beheading me!"

In an instant, the sun at the top of the sky seemed to emit golden light, and the strong shackles made Hestia almost unable to move.

"The Secret Art of Order!"

Hestia exclaimed.

What really surprised her was not this secret technique, but...

Damn, you're blind, old man! Even if I'm a witch, I'm a witch with the blood of the God-Emperor! Worms can still use the secret arts of order. The evil ones are the first to complain, right?

But as the decree approached, Hestia vaguely felt that those powers were forming a subtle connection with herself, as if she could absorb them into her body just by reaching out.

"Witch..."

The princess seemed to understand.

She had always been curious about why she had not plundered other people's power like the witches in the records. At first, she thought that she had not yet cultivated this talent. Now she thought that it was probably the Witch's Book that blocked her connection with the world.

A witch's talent is no mere gift; when she consumes too much of a variety of powers, she inevitably loses control. The Witch's Book acts as a safety valve, categorizing all absorbed powers and placing them in separate, safe zones.

But now, she is in the Witch's Book, so she can use both the bewitchment and the secret techniques performed by Noelle with ease. However, she is limited by her realm and cannot plunder all of their power.

As she thought about it, the pain of being cut into pieces burst out on Hestia's skin, and blood lines appeared on her flesh and blood.

"what--"

Hestia let out a long sigh of anger, and her wounds slowly healed under the witch's instinct. She still held the remaining power of the decree in her hand.

The princess said, "It's my turn now."

"When did you learn the secret technique? No...how is this possible?" Noelle soon discovered that the power in the princess's hands contained some of her spirituality.

Hestia mobilized the spiritual power in the Witch's Book and merged it all into this command.

The Seal of Decomposition does not harm the soul, so Noelle's secret technique is just right.

"Who is the worm? Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

Hestia cursed, threw the invisible air suddenly, and rushed away with the wrath of the red dragon.

"Hiss—this is impossible, this is impossible—"

Noelle shed countless petals, each of which was flesh and blood in a dream.

It reacted and screamed, "You are not bewitched!"

"You only know now?" Hestia stepped onto the long stairway to heaven. "I'm afraid it's a little late."

She is not attached to dreams, nor is she a mentally weak mortal. As a derivative of the Tao, bewitchment naturally cannot confuse her mind.

"You're not Hestia Heberus! Who are you!"

"It's not important." Hestia raised her sword and walked forward, her steps becoming faster and faster.

"Let me see your face clearly. Who are you——"

Noelle looked up at the raging sun, trying to let the dream come true and draw strength from the temptation of the wrong path.

Hestia's figure floated like light smoke, her body seemed to be dissolving, yet it flowed along a magnificent trajectory, ethereal and gorgeous, like a gust of wind.

But the wind soon became heavy, and the invisible repulsion was squeezing the entire world, making it difficult for Noelle to breathe.

"How is it possible that you are not accepted by Meng Su? You are—" Noelle thought of a horrifying possibility, "You are a witch, no, you are a demon. You have taken over the body of the Imperial Princess!"

As everyone knows, the Empire is famous for its loyalty to the Divine Emperor, so it is naturally impossible for the Imperial Princess to be a heretic.

Then, it can only be that the witch has taken over the body of the princess, that's the only explanation!

What she is facing now is probably not a fifteen-year-old girl at all, but an ancient being that has lived for countless years and used corruption and war to devour dreams!

Noelle was already seriously injured, and all his confidence came from his control over the princess's path. But now when he discovered that the other party had no path at all, he instantly lost his will to fight.

"whee."

Hestia didn't answer, just smiled.

Even the one-third of the spirit she had snatched from Madam Baiyu didn't kill it, and the princess was not sure if she could really kill it at this moment.

Qiu Su is a legendary worm after all, and now he even possesses the power of a high knight. The current version of the high knight is the t0 among t0s, and his strength only declined after the disintegration of the empire. Ten or eight secret cultivators of the same realm may not be his opponents.

Fortunately, Noelle was scared out of her wits.

Although she was an old enemy, she was first and foremost Noelle Tinson, a noblewoman of the Tinson family. With the dual support of the High Knight and Tinson, Noelle had no idea what an opponent was.

But today, the opponents she met had a little bit of bad luck.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

Hestia completely sealed the Witch's Book and isolated the dream host.

The world gradually became abstract, and the long stairway to heaven became narrower, but with every step the princess took, she was getting closer to Noelle, who was trying to find a way out.

The princess reached out and grabbed Noelle's slender neck.

"Get out of here!" Noel struggled angrily. She continued to wander around, but couldn't find a way out.

This is a secret realm, a cage, a dimension independent of dreams and the material world. There is truly no way to go up to the heavens and no door to enter the earth.

And it found that its power was slowly dissipating in this secret realm.

"You taught me to practice swordplay, but why don't you dare to challenge me when I see a student?"

Hestia floated like a ghost, stabbed Noelle's neck with a sword, and the decomposition mark instantly swept across her body.

"Tear!"

Flowers fell and leaves shattered, and an ugly long-necked worm continued to leap high into the sky.

Noelle still has some secret techniques that she hasn't used yet, but she doesn't dare to use them in front of the witch.

To better control their power, witches usually only hold one path, but this does not mean they lose their talent for plundering. Especially when facing those of lower rank, they truly must follow the principle that what is mine is mine, and what is yours is still mine.

Those evil beasts would even capture worms and lock them in jars to fight each other, or implant them into the beacons of secret cultivators, just to cultivate the power that interested them.

Thinking of the terrifying thing, Noelle flew faster.

Hestia flashed and dropped rapidly from above Noelle.

A sword splits the skull.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Noelle hissed. Even though he was sealed by several high knights and fought against Clara with his power degraded, he was not in such a miserable state.

Back then, it could still escape, still having hidden tricks it hadn't used, but now it had nowhere to go. This was the desperate situation it had chosen.

You are a witch, why didn’t you tell me earlier!

Noelle recalled the first time Hestia set out on the path and the first time she stepped onto the long stairway to heaven, and she was suddenly filled with anger.

From the very beginning, no, since the palace, this evil demon has been playing tricks on it!

Perhaps, the disaster that befell Yunding City was also part of the evil demon's plan.