The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

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PS:

The work and rest schedule is not adjusted well, it is still very late

The quiet and solemn prayer room with its iron-grey wall carvings makes one feel as if they are in a jungle of steel and rock. The holy white is like the rays of morning light that break through the darkness and casts its light on the unique niche high up.

The niche was empty, and Hestia had taken the statue of the God-Emperor out as usual.

Iyana asked about this some time ago, and the princess only said that the residence of the Emperor of God must not be dusty, so she must clean the residence of God herself every once in a while. This is both her duty as a descendant and a display of loyalty.

The elven maid-mother agreed with her thoughts. After all, she was not a follower of the God-Emperor, and those fairy friends were even less suitable to disturb the God's residence.

As for why the statue had to be taken out and cleaned, perhaps His Highness felt that doing so would prevent the flying dust from contaminating the statue...

With the doors and windows tightly closed, Hestia had already finished drawing the filthy and profane mark in the prayer room dedicated to the God-Emperor. It was the symbol on the cover of the Witch's Book, resembling a chrysalis, a butterfly, a cocoon emerging, and a gestational birth.

She turned the pages of "The Magical Woman's Book" to the book "El Tinson" and placed props and materials related to the path of order around her. She recited silently, and the entire space of the prayer room changed instantly.

Light emerged, the wall carvings melted, and colorful oil paint poured down from above. Hestia felt that she was rising to an endless height. There was fog on all sides where she could not stand. There was only a rugged but stable steel path floating. At the end was a rust-red tower. The tower was uncertain in the gray and lost world, like a lighthouse guiding the direction on the vast ocean.

Noel Tinson had already walked this path, so it included the rituals required by the High Knight. Hestia did not need to prepare any separate rituals. All she had to do was "devour" the spirituality of this path and take its place.

Witches prey on esoteric practitioners, not only to increase their power and get one step closer to the veil of their dreams, but also because the esoteric path can curb their spontaneous predatory instincts and prevent their power from getting out of control due to excessive chaos.

However, only witches who have ascended to mythical status can fully embrace the Tao and allow power to attach to themselves. Therefore, witches learn to please witches, exchanging rituals and sacrifices for a wisp of their true spirit.

This wisp of true spirit is the container, the embodiment of the witch's law, and can help the witch accept the power of secret cultivation.

In this way, witches accommodate multiple paths, thereby completing the sublimation and awakening of the soul, approaching and becoming the existence behind the curtain. At this point, their power will be completely transformed into a part of their own laws, and they will also become the real disaster of Mengsu - witches.

However, even in the chaotic version of the game, the witch is still as invisible as a shadow, and the witch is still hiding in the mountains and forests under the siege of witch hunters.

"If it weren't for the Witch's Book, would I also be destroyed by the uncontrolled power?"

Hestia thought about it and then shook her head.

If it weren't for the Witch's Book, she would have turned to the Cocoon Clothing Path long ago, sent people to steal the remains of the Cocoon Mother, and quickly ascended to the mythical realm, instead of being forced to become a witch like now.

However, being a witch also has its advantages. Compared to the price paid by mystical cultivators to change their paths, witches can switch vessels through rituals, thereby using the powers of other paths while preserving their original strength.

Standing on the edge of the dream, Hestia followed the ritual in the little witch Heli's notes and began to summon the true spirit of the great witch with the help of a magic circle.

An incomparable sense of oppression came crashing down from the sky, and Hestia trembled all over. The strong sense of panic and excitement made her unable to control herself.

Panic stems from a witch's instinctive fear, the deep-seated awe of the lower for the higher, like a secret cultivator paying homage to a deity. Excitement stems from the authority and power inherent in the sense of oppression, instilling a desire to conquer, as if the world is at their fingertips.

Hestia didn't know whether this excitement came from the infection of the atmosphere or the emotions that grew instinctively in her. She restrained her trembling body and took a step into the rugged path of the dream.

"Buzz!"

A strong feeling of rejection suddenly came over her, and the terrifying power seemed to crush her, but soon, the breath from the ceiling came closer, and a blood-red spirit overflowed from Hestia's brow. That was Noel Tinson.

She is dead, her spirit is absorbed by the Witch's Book, her soul is imprisoned by the Witch's Book, and she has no self-awareness.

With the help of the great witch, the spirit needs to be sacrificed and the battle bell is raised! The strength of the victor is the spirit soul, which is also the reason why Hestia faces her enemy alone.

Noelle Tinson could no longer return to her dreamland. Her soul floated high into the sky, as if inspired by the breath of the zenith.

Watching Noel Tinson's soul disappear, Hestia felt a slight throbbing in her consciousness. It seemed to emanate from some connection to the zenith, and it was hard to tell whether this throbbing represented satisfaction or disappointment. But soon, the veil from the zenith descended, and the realm of the Dream House became distorted and twisted. A dark illusion swept across the steel path, rejecting the Dream House's rejection.

Traces of divinity gathered in the princess's left eye, causing a noble purple halo to appear in the dazzling dragon pupil, like a floating solar corona.

Hestia could not understand the existence and meaning of divinity. She just instinctively sensed vague concepts such as "rule", "supreme", "crown", and a strong sense of deprivation.

"This is a rebirth of the spirit, the supernatural power 'Supreme'."

The will in the heavens was silent, but Hestia vaguely sensed its meaning from the divinity.

"Dedicate a legendary and epic victory, and I will complete your Second Awakening."

Hestia stood on the storm-swept mountain path and said, "You're asking for a lot."

Although she has only been in this world for two months, the princess is used to being high and mighty. She doesn't even take the God-Emperor seriously. She even dares to steal gold and dig up tombs in the remains of the Cocoon Mother. Asking her to present her victory to a witch and seek recognition is disgusting no matter how you think about it.

"Bah, Qi Ling won't look for you next time."

Hestia spat.

It is better to rely on oneself than on others. The princess is determined to further explore the secrets of witches and sorcerers and find out how Atreus became a witch in the Thousand and One Nights.

As the saying goes, if I don't come to the mountain, the mountain will come to me. Hestia just wanted to prove that being a woman among women, a female among females, could really make the witch fall in love with him?

"But what is magical power..."

Hestia felt carefully and found that the mark of the great witch was not visible in the witch book, but had become a part of her soul, and the authority far greater than the secret arts emerged in her consciousness.

The magical power "Supreme" temporarily deprives the target of power, reason and even emotions, turning them into a puppet that can be manipulated at will and made to submit to authority.

Hestia finally understood why the witch teacher in the secret treasure she had glimpsed was so disgusted with the great witch.

However, Hestia had a feeling that the price of using this magical power would be quite high, and it was simply tailor-made for the path of order in this era.

With the help of the witch's true spirit, Hestia easily walked through the mountain path leading to Noel's beacon. Along the mountain walls, she could feel the journey from Noel's memory, a test full of blood and fire. Hestia thought about it and took advantage of the situation to activate the "Supreme" magical power.

"I want this place to stop rebelling against me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the resistant blood, fire and iron thorns immediately dissipated. Before Hestia could rejoice, she saw her own flesh and blood withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The magical power is rapidly consuming her soul, flesh and blood, and even all possible strength!

If she lets it go on, I'm afraid by the time she sits on the throne, she will be nothing but a withered corpse!

It was at this moment that the spiritual power stored in the Witch's Book began to flow towards her, filling the loss.

"Ha, ha... Damn you... Great Witch..."

Hestia gasped for breath. She could feel that the Avatar would not kill her, but would try her best to absorb the power to maximize the effect of "Supreme".

If she wanted to use this magical power to make the Emperor of God kneel down and have the Cocoon Mother sleep with him, she would probably have turned into a skeleton with barely a breath left before she could even utter a word.

But despite her weakness, Hestia's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Without further hindrance, she arrived at the foot of the rust-red tower and pushed open the door.

The princess stepped into it, and then the tower shook violently, the rust fell off, and the platinum shell was revealed. The aura belonging to Noel Tinson was quickly fading, and its mark was still the fortress, but now it had a new owner.

The blessing from the tower was rapidly seeping into Hestia's soul and body. This was an experience that the Witch's Book could not give her.

Using other people's secret techniques is completely different from the comprehensive blessings brought by embarking on the path of Tao.

"apprentice."

Hestia could feel the tower still constraining her... no, it was she who was still constrained by herself.

Although Noelle Tinson's beacon had passed through the Bronze Gate and entered the Realm of Understanding, Hestia was only a reborn witch, which meant she could not contain further power.

However, Hestia was not disappointed. Being able to avoid Meng Su's rejection was enough. Many of the secret skills she mastered when she was an electronic moth cultivator could now be gradually realized through Meng Su.

A symbol appeared on Hestia's back, like a standing black armor.

"Knight of the Iron Throne..."

This is an apprentice of the lower rank of High Knight. She cannot lock her health at full status like Clara, but every time she advances a level, she will receive the blessing of the root. With the blessing of order, her physique and combat skills will be comprehensively improved.

In addition, there is also the innate secret technique that Noelle engraved into his path when he was practicing.

Most secret arts require rituals and materials to be performed, but the innate secret art is different. During the practice of secret cultivation, it has been internalized as a part of the secret cultivation and can be performed by just raising your hand.

The Witch's Book draws on this kind of secret techniques.

"The art of strengthening", "the art of solidifying", "the art of weakening".

The Iron Knight's three simple secret arts have made the High Knight invincible in many battles.

"It's almost time to quit."

Hestia glanced at the thick fog ahead of her and had no intention of going deeper.

Noelle Tinson's beacon could only reach this far, meaning she could only reach the third level of spiritual awakening, becoming a high knight of the realm of comprehension. To advance further, to approach the untouchable veil, she could only hunt down mystics at the level of complete illumination or even the level of grasping the image.

Of course, according to Ainiwei, some gentle witches would draw power from ritual vessels, but it is not known which one would be more useful compared to the Thousand and One Nights.

After exiting the path, Hestia did not immediately clean up the prayer room and leave. Instead, she took out crayons and a ruler and began to draw a new magic circle.

This is the magic circle she used when she was repairing the electronic moth. I don’t know if it is reliable here.

This time, Hestia placed an amber cocoon fossil at the head of the magic circle, to serve as a spiritual shell for the spiritual thoughts to attach to.

If she suffered fatal damage in her dreamland, her spirit shell could absorb the damage while quickly awakening her from reality, severing her connection to the dreamland. Most of the mystics who wandered the dreamland had their own spirit shell methods. Hestia, having been a sister and mother to many women, knew a great deal about the sisterhood's tricks.

She lit an incense burner and let out some incense to help herself enter a meditative state.

Her consciousness slowly sank. This time, she was not going to the misty sky where the path led to, but to the lower level of dreams where countless consciousnesses were deposited, a spiritual world connected to many worlds.

"It's here, Fran, the fertile land."

The fertile fields were not wilderness, but a light ocean of vapor beneath the sea of ​​origin. Above them towered over all things, and at a distance greater than time and space, the God-Emperor's lackeys patrolled the heavens.

Sensing a familiar landscape, Hestia opened her eyes and found herself wandering in a deep sea filled with fleeting glints of light. Looking beneath the surface, she saw an endless stream of shimmering points of light, each representing the waking or sleeping state of a mortal. Occasionally, under extremely special circumstances, a mortal would awaken and, through these points of light, step into a dreamland.

This is undoubtedly extremely dangerous and often leads to disaster for mortals.

"Look at what I look like now?"

Hestia couldn't wait to catch a crystal clear glittering jellyfish and use its smooth and soft shell to reflect her own image.

She has a slim figure, a thin and upturned mouth, prominent pointed ears, and smooth and clean silver hair.

It was not an insect or bird, it did not have delicate feathers or a small beak, but it was a silver fox with sharp fangs.

It does not have the texture of flesh and blood, but has a slight metallic luster, and the silver bands on the joints flow elegantly, as if it is wearing a gorgeous dress with unique style.

Dream images are the reflection of the mystic's consciousness in the dream host, which reflects the mystic's state and thoughts. A mystic will often switch between several images, but his appearance usually does not change much.

"Hmm... It's quite different from the one in 'Eternal Shadow'. I was using the cocoon shell, so I thought it would be a moth."

Shrugging her shoulders, Hestia, after looking in the mirror, flattened the glitter jellyfish into a crude "wax ball" and lit it with a candle.

The candle is a property formed by the ritual. It will accompany the ritualist in the dream and be used at critical moments.

The wax ball lit up with a blue light, illuminating a small corner of the dark ocean. Combined with the occasional light from the tower at a very high altitude, it reflected a huge outline that could not be seen in its entirety in the deep sea.