The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

This means that it will be difficult for her to attack the opponent's body until all the ghosts here are exhausted.

"A secret technique, or a secret weapon? As expected of a Celestial Dragon, he possesses a mystical secret that is beyond comprehension." Aphra arched her brows and smiled, "But how many cards like this can you still play?"

"Fuuuuu," Hestia said, taking a rest in the bell tower, her voice echoing in the deserted city. "So, they're the ones who are putting themselves in the game, letting you assassinate me through this book?"

"That's right, but for safety reasons, they erased this memory."

Aphra pointed her hand toward the sky, and strange birds with human heads began to pour down from the sky above the city, blocking out the sun.

Then, the human-headed bird let out a wild laugh identical to the dark elf's. "Do you think I haven't investigated you? You can't help but be tempted by the inheritance of the Elders of Order. You will definitely take it for yourself and not tell anyone! But your greed and ambition will eventually build your own grave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of strange birds, like sharp blades piercing the sky, chased after the princess with terrifying screams.

"This shouldn't be the power of the Elders of Order."

Hestia was unable to withstand the attack and quickly fled through the city.

Aphra borrowed the world from the Book of Elders, which was obviously the realm of the path of wisdom, but she used some means to distort the spirits here, turning the originally numb souls into her minions.

The dark elves alone should not have such powerful strength.

This is only a part of the soul in the book. If she is allowed to completely master the mountain law, it will pose a difficult problem to the 0 iron troops stationed in Yunling.

These souls were bound by the Book of the Elders, and unless the Four Spirits were destroyed, breaking the invisible strings that suspended the puppets, it would be difficult for Hestia to plunder them directly through the Witch's Book.

"Let me see your previous aura again. Where has your noble confidence gone?"

Strange human-headed birds from the sky chase after you, each wielding a spell of coldness, corruption, and curse.

"sound?"

Hestia discovered that the voices were exactly the same as Aphra's, as if she was not facing a strange bird composed of thousands of spirits, but the dark elves themselves.

The princess immediately stopped, locked onto the coordinates she'd left along the way, and twisted the coordinates' spatial orientation. She faced the strange bird. The distorted, shifting human heads all had purple skin and pointed ears. They were dark elves, and their outlines bore a striking resemblance to Aphra.

Spells poured down like a rainstorm.

Hestia built a stone ring on the spot and used the power of the tower to create a miniature barrier.

"boom--"

Tens of thousands of birds attacked, and the defense collapsed at the first touch, but this effectively stopped the flock for one or two breaths. In a flash, Hestia tore off the bird's head in front with her bare hands and used [Phase Warp] to move her body.

Curses dripped from the blood, and Hestia seemed to be able to hear the hatred belonging to Aphra.

This means that Aphra not only manipulates these souls, but also infects them with her own spirit.

Her spiritual strength comes from hatred.

"Are you a dream builder?" Hestia asked.

"You don't even have a chance anymore, the cat and mouse game is about to end!"

The dark elf in the sky drove the purple shadow behind it, and a huge tentacle like a sharp spike broken from a mountain smashed towards the princess.

Hestia dodged again, using her agility and flexibility to avoid the purple ghosts that flew out after the tentacles fell.

The princess paid no attention to the ghost's pursuit. The city in this ancient book could not be described by geometric laws. The sky was underground, and the underground could be the sky. Coincidentally, the Eye of Truth could see all the changes in the structure.

Taking advantage of the moment when the dark elf stopped, she stepped onto the wall that was turned upside down with the world, jumped up, and the stone stick hit Aphra in the face at an angle that was contrary to visual imaging.

"boom!"

Afra's body turned to stone, and with a loud roar, the princess smashed the stone statue into pieces. However, Jiuwu could not find the dark elf, and his arms were slightly sore from the shock.

"Do you think this is all I have?" The ghosts transformed into Aphra's face and sneered, "Any soul that I create dreams for will become my puppets, my limbs, my incarnations, my... spells."

After saying this, the strange birds with human heads flying fast on the ground opened their hollow mouths, and beams of light symbolizing mysticism and arcane magic shot towards the princess.

Hestia twisted herself again, returning to her starting point.

Spells exploded in the sky, and the gathering dark clouds turned into acid rain that corroded the earth.

"It seems this book is your only source of confidence," Hestia said with a narrowed smile. "I bet you had no intention of rescuing those two siblings. You've been deceiving them from the beginning in order to keep the book for yourself. How despicable."

"Who can be more despicable than you, or the noble Imperial Dragon?"

A sudden voice appeared behind the princess. The princess swatted away the shadow with her backhand, and the dark elf flashed to a safe place where it could not be touched.

"Despicable? I don't think so. The Empire represents light and order. Only a purple-skinned bastard like you, hung on an iron pole and roasted like a barbecue, would feel unfair." Hestia said gently, "The Empire's achievements will last for generations, and everyone, from top to bottom, respects them, except for the purple-skinned barbecued ones."

"You..." Aphra's eyes were cold. "That's a good idea. I'll catch you later and do it this way."

Hestia shrugged. "I have no grudge against you. If you have any issues, why not vent them on the Emperor? You're being hysterical against me, but I'm not going to lock up your family and friends in the Divine Prison and roast them... I heard the dark elves also have a tradition of cannibalism when fleeing disasters. I wonder what elven barbecue tastes like?"

"If you're just trying to piss me off so you can die more quickly, you're missing the point." Aphra suppressed her anger, her eyes burning with fire. "You've given me so much inspiration, I'll plant your head in a burning pot, so you can smell the delicious barbecue from morning till night."

"You admit it's delicious," Hestia sighed, shaking her head. "How cruel."

"you wanna die!!!"

The whole city began to howl. At that moment, Hestia felt that countless flames of rage were burning this hazy and cold world, and the spirituality of the dark elves was infecting all souls that could be infected through dreams.

It was an extremely subtle premonition, as if she could know all the movements of the angry man.

There was frost in the air.

"Shh!"

A strange bird turned into a cold arrow and shot towards her. The princess did not dodge or evade, but as if rehearsing, she used a stone stick to rub the arrow to block it. The tiny collision instantly caused the strange bird to change direction, and the ice mist exploded on the wall behind her.

This is the power of hatred.

Hestia sensed the trajectory of emotions.

The dark elf's will was far stronger than Cynthia Roland's, and she couldn't follow these paths to invade the other's mind.

When it comes to cruelty, the Dark Elves are no less cruel than the Empire.

Dream builders can build secrets into the souls of their recipients and drive them through their spirituality. However, mortals often cannot bear such a price. Therefore, every secret or arcane spell will cause a soul to collapse under the tremendous pressure.

Aphra's purple tentacles emanated from the gauze dress, draped with no fewer than five figures of souls. This was clearly not the place where she had unleashed a massacre; a death on that scale could not be concealed.

The most reasonable explanation is that the charming gauze dress with religious connotations is a treasure inherited from the dark elf nobles and is the accumulation of suffering souls over countless years.

And now, these souls have become one with the dark elves under the infection of hatred.

This is indeed impossible to confront head-on. Even with the power of hatred, Hestia can only deal with it according to her premonitions and enslave some angry souls at the right time.

But compared with Aphra's huge vassal base, what she could do was just a drop in the bucket.

I'm afraid that even if Clara and Iyana are here, the dark elves will be invincible.

However, it was quite difficult for the Dark Elf to kill people. The souls she enslaved and the secret techniques she constructed were not of high rank. She only relied on quantity to win. This was the limitation of her realm and also represented her greatest weakness.

After all, Tibetan cultivators are not good at fighting head-on with others.

More and more strange birds gathered into a storm, ready to tear the princess into pieces with the momentum of destroying the world.

But this time, Hestia no longer hid. The dark elf's spirituality had been integrated into these souls, which meant that both the Witch's Book and the "Supreme" magical power could lock her through any soul.

Hestia felt a little scared when she thought about how she was almost beaten into a mummy.

But all things have their own rules for coming together and dispersing. The more they conform to the laws, the easier it is for those who receive them to accept them.

This is a theorem of the path of order and has nothing to do with witches or mystics.

Those souls obviously did not truly submit to the suffering inflicted by the dark elves.

She took a deep breath and whispered, "The bound will be freed, the dream thief will be restored to his dreams, all living things will receive their due, and all thieves will receive their due." She added, "Here, only dark elves are thieves."

In an instant, Hestia's face became thinner, and her weight seemed to have lost twenty pounds of water. All the spirituality in her body was being madly squeezed out, and the invisible order was about to impose laws on everything in the city.

The dark haze in the sky suddenly froze, and countless souls that had been complaining about the outside world suddenly woke up, filled with the centripetal force of sharing the same hatred for the enemy.

The princess's decree awakened a modicum of intelligence in the numb souls, making them unwilling to remain enslaved. The price to pay was far less than simply stripping the dark elves of their control over these souls.

"Law? No, you are not Si Lu, how can you possibly hold such a personal law - ah, you bastards, how dare you resist me -"

The strange birds with human heads bit each other and fell from great heights. Some of them turned into bloody mud on the marble floor tiles, while some transformed into residents of the ancient city and climbed up from the ground in a trance.

A disheveled dark elf appeared in the air, and countless souls were trying to break free from the tentacles, wanting to take this opportunity to escape from suffering.

Just as Aphra was suppressing the rebellious soul on the gauze dress, Hestia grabbed her smooth ankle with one hand and pulled it suddenly. The dark elf fell to the ground like a willow bird with broken wings.

Souls fled in all directions like headless flies, circling in this city with no way out.

The Witch's Book was rapidly filling Hestia's lacking spiritual energy. She placed a knee on the dark elf's abdomen and sneered, "Where is your noble confidence, Miss Aphra Manro?"

"You're just an apprentice!" Feeling the pressure in his abdomen, the dark elf tried to stand up, but was knocked back into the dirt by a knee strike. "How could you possibly possess a law of this level?!"

"Because I am a noble Celestial Dragon, and you are just a lowly offspring."

"Ridiculous! Do you think this is the end? Don't forget whose book you are in now! Remember, I will come back soon--"

There was a flash of unwillingness in the dark elf's eyes, but a mocking expression remained on her face. She suddenly merged into the barely perceptible shadows, trying to use them to escape.

However, the gloomy city was suddenly shrouded in a dark red sky.

A winding river of blood filled with countless resentful souls flowed through the shadows, forcing the dark elves to reveal themselves.

"Is this... bewitching?"

The dark elf immediately left the blood river, fearing that if she stayed immersed in it for too long, the worms would spread along her path.

As a dream builder, she has the most sensitive soul and spirit, and is the most wary of worms.

Then she discovered that a strange world overlapped with the city constructed by the Twenty-Four Vinaya Sutra, preventing her from opening the portal to the outside world.

Aphra's heart instantly turned cold.

The domain that could conceal the Book of Elders was at least a sacred artifact of the same rank, far more complete than the fragment of the Twenty-Four Laws in her hand. Furthermore, while this domain seemed fragile, Aphra could vaguely sense closed doors, and behind these doors emanated the aura of the Dreaming Constellation.

It was like some kind of prison, suppressing multiple forces including the worms.

The terrible feeling of being dominated made Aphra think that she had come to the lost throne of the God-Emperor.

"You have this holy weapon, why didn't you use it earlier?!" Aphra was shocked and angry.

"I thought you would be more capable," Hestia said sincerely. "Actually, I haven't finished playing my cards yet. Now it's your turn."

The Witch's Book will gradually drain the power of outsiders. The longer Aphra stays, the greater the chance of her falling.

It is not ruled out that the other party has a trump card that can directly break through the dream world. After all, the Witch's Book is not a cage in essence, but an independent dimension that can overlap with the dream world and the material world.

Aphra looked alert. She did have a trump card, but she didn't know what the point of four threes was when the other party had a royal flush.