The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"To find the Golden Arrow, we need to cross seven secret realms. We once had an adventurer reach the first secret realm, which is right here," the wanderer said as he slowly unfolded the map and pointed to a coordinate. "We found this map in the hands of a withered skeleton and learned the truth about the Golden Kingdom. Your Highness, please take a look..."

The wanderer continued to open the map, and the table began to burn with flames. The temperature around the throne gradually increased, and distorted light was reflected in the air.

Suddenly, the wanderer opened the scroll to the end, and endless heavenly fire rushed out from the scroll. Six burning human figures separated from the fire and attacked the princess.

"Snapped!"

Freeman Ant placed one hand on the treasure map. The high temperature attached to the map, which was high enough to melt gold, burned his skin transparent. Scalding blood flowed through his veins, but his flesh and blood showed no signs of turning into ashes.

Instead, the skyfire and six figures in the painting, as he pressed them down with one hand, seemed to be trapped in a cage isolated from the world. The flames engulfed the princess, but passed through her shadows.

It wasn't Hestia who turned into an illusion, but Fuman Ant. He used his body as a barrier, and anything that came into contact with him would be integrated into the field and separated from the real dimension.

He built himself into a tower.

"It's a very good treasure map. I'll take it on behalf of the princess."

The scroll wrinkled in the general's grip. The six figures hidden within the skyfire struggled, as if bound by endless chains. Meanwhile, Fuman Ant casually extended his hand toward the wanderer.

"You can restrain the Heavenly Fire Map, but can you also protect the evil dragon at the same time? Do you think this is a gift? No!" The wanderers retreated one after another, a wave of heat brushing in front of them. They hurriedly avoided the grasp of the imperial general and bent down to say, "Today we are going to slay the dragon and defend the way—"

After saying that, dozens of figures leaped out from the seats, and before the knights could react, an invisible mystical spell enveloped the throne.

Volume 94: Bird in a Cage: . Knight Duel

The assassins knew that this was a desperate situation with no way out, and they also knew that they were no match for the Iron Army and the High Knights, so their initial plan was to launch a fatal attack at the first possible moment, regardless of the cost of their lives.

The Tibetan map contains the heavenly fire collected from the Golden Land. It has no fixed temperature, but only the power to melt everything.

If Tianlong's guards did not seal it off, the entire auditorium would collapse under the terrifying force.

But if the Tianlong Guard chooses the treasure map in front of him, then the princess will be in a moment of protection vacuum.

It was at this moment that the shadow obscured the light, matter became illusory, everyone felt as if the soul and body were separated, and the speed at which consciousness reached the body became slow.

The layers of secret techniques did not conflict with each other and achieved an orderly effect in a short period of time. Hestia immediately thought that the secret practitioners of the orderly path were causing trouble.

I just don't know what connection it has with that unlucky brother and sister.

After the wanderer avoided General Ant's grasp, his body began to burn, exactly like the fire in the sky. When his eyes locked on the princess, a faint smoke of burning could be seen from the latter's fair skin.

Without saying a word, he drew out the short sword at the end of the hidden map and stabbed it accurately at the princess' throat.

"Oh!"

A revolver slid out of Hestia's sleeve, and the enchanted silver bullet was as fast as lightning, but the wanderer turned his head in an instant under his keen perception, and in less than half a breath, he crossed the table, and the sword tip and the princess's gaze were only a few inches away.

The princess did not dodge or evade, the sword's edge evaporated into a fleeting light, and her dignified and graceful figure instantly dissipated into water vapor.

She appeared two lengths behind, her thumb already pressing the hammer and pulling the trigger.

The wanderer dodged again and tried to move forward, but was kicked into the air by Freeman Ant, who had freed his hands. The roar seemed to shake the entire hall, and accompanied by flying debris, the wanderer, whose half body looked like molten lava, was deeply embedded in the shrine, and his life or death was unknown.

Hestia narrowed her eyes, observing the wanderer's posture in the distance.

Furman Ant is plain and simple, without any special effects, but his every move carries the suppression of a high tower, restraining all esoteric magic.

But the assassination was not over yet. The siege lasted for just two seconds. First, several sharp arrows stained with poison were shot from the princess's shadow. Before she could dodge, three ghosts who had shed their flesh shells were reflected in the princess's pupils through the refraction of the crystal glass of the dome.

The arrow flew through the air, missing the princess and instead piercing the coiled tail of the dragon statue. It was still Hestia's tried-and-true secret technique: Phase Warp.

This secret technique can distort the marked space, so that the arrow appears to be attacking the princess, but in fact it has been shot elsewhere.

"Your Highness, blink."

Iyana appeared beside the princess at some point, gently lifting her chin, holding a crystal ball that looked like one used for divination.

Hestia did as she was told, and the next second, the ghostly reflection in her eyes was cast into the waves of the crystal ball.

At this moment, the hasty attack finally allowed the armored knights in the auditorium to react. The secret cultivator who suddenly jumped up from the back had no time to reach the high steps before he was hit in the torso by a hand cannon with a caliber larger than a fist. In the torn air, only his head and calves rolled to the ground in a perfect parabola.

The Iron Army's reaction was extremely fast. In just the sixth second, more than a dozen fully armored Iron Throne Knights erected a steel wall in front of the throne, followed by a radiating barrier.

The light from the dream instantly dispelled the haze, and in an instant, all powers outside the path of order prostrated themselves before the authority of the tower.

There is no way to heaven and no way to earth.

"Kill." General Ant said calmly.

Hundreds of knights marched over the seats and slaughtered all those who left their seats with their absolute numerical advantage.

"Ahhhh I'm not an assassin, I just want to hide-"

A secret cultivator begged for mercy while wailing, and one of his legs was torn off by the tall armor and thrown into the aisle.

“Papapapa.”

Hestia clapped her hands in displeasure.

But Tiejun obviously did not understand the order and killed even more happily, crushing the knees of several guests.

The scene was noisy for a moment. The secret cultivator with a broken leg wanted to scream, but his companion stuffed a leather shoe into his mouth, which suppressed his scream.

"Stop! Stop! Who told you to hurt the guests? You brainless wolf cubs!"

General Ant shouted angrily, which stopped the knights from killing.

The suits of armor with a jet-black metallic luster looked at the general and then at the princess.

General, you are so ignorant today. Didn’t you see that Her Royal Highness the Princess is still clapping and praising?

Seeing that the situation had returned to calm, Fuman Ant turned to look at the princess: "Ahem, Your Highness, what should we do with the remaining assassins?"

"Let them stand in a row."

Hestia said, switching to a new revolver.

She slowly walked down the stairs, looking at the assassins being suppressed by the knights, and said softly, "What a large scale! It's not easy to organize so many people. Whoever sent you here, the first one to give an answer, I can spare his life."

The assassins performed a wide variety of secret techniques. In that instant, she could identify no less than five secret positions, and there was even a treasure map that looked like the Three Arrows of the Furnace Punishment. Free will alone could not put together such a complicated circus.

"A way out? Ever since we came here, we never thought about leaving alive—"

A secret cultivator with his skin wrapped in bandages laughed coldly and resolutely, then his body swelled up, trying to break free from the restraints.

"Boom."

Hestia pulled the trigger, and the entire head beneath the bandages disappeared.

A new mark appeared on the Witch's Book, a strange symbol representing the human circulatory system.

Peeping into the secret art, [Humor Balance].

"Oh no, it's time to draw the special weapon." Hestia muttered.

This is a secret art related to flesh alchemy, which cures or breeds disease by influencing changes in the four major humors.

It would be fine if you simply drew "Plague" or "Healing", but this kind of highly professional secret technique is useless.

With the death of the Bandage Mystic, the curse that spread the disease immediately searched for a host to possess. Immediately, two assassins had their skin swollen and their throats ulcerated.

Hestia immediately understood that the Bandage Mystic's previous action was to sacrifice himself and bring down the plague.

Unfortunately, looking across the entire auditorium, apart from Fuman Ant and Iyana, she was the witch knight with the highest magic resistance, so these people were destined to be in vain.

"Now, who will answer my question?" Hestia asked. "Who ordered you?"

An assassin sneered, "Killing those who need to be killed, do you need instructions? Do you think you are safe? What happened today is just the beginning. Countless people will follow suit. Long live freedom!"

"Boom."

One shot to the head.

The faint spiritual power was absorbed by the Witch's Book.

"Not a secret cultivator?" Hestia frowned, a little surprised.

This shows that this assassin who clamors for freedom is a mortal secret servant who has undergone mysterious rebirth, just like the Shadow Servant of the Black Hand Guild, the Feather Slave of the Cocoon Sisterhood, and the Sergeant of the Iron-Blooded Cross.

These servants lacked the aptitude to wander the Dreamworld, typically only receiving one or two mysteries, insufficient to build up a full complement of power. Furthermore, most secret servants possessed weak spiritual abilities, offering little more than a mortal's strength against the mystical arts. Training a secret servant to the level of the assassin before them would cost as much as training a secret-penetrating cultivator.

Instead of having the energy to recreate mortal secret servants, the rebels might as well just turn mortals into evil creatures.

For esoteric cultivators, the greatest benefit of secret servants is that they can maintain their human characteristics and integrate into society, better serving their lords. They are subject to the lords, absolutely loyal, and lie somewhere between mortals and esoteric cultivators.

There was absolutely no need for Free Will to use a secret servant as a pawn to assassinate the princess.

Shaking her head and suppressing her doubts in her heart, Hestia was about to look at the next person when the surface of the marble pillar where the wanderer was embedded began to melt slowly!

"The furnace punishment has three arrows..."

Every flowing, hot red hair of the wanderer looked like a bright red tungsten wire.

He slid down from the shrine and staggered towards the princess, leaving molten footprints on the ground.

"One arrow kills the God Emperor."

He chanted, and with every step he took, a ray of heavenly fire flew into his body from the Tibetan map held in General Yuant's hand.

"One arrow flattens Tailan."

His body swelled and his proportions shrank, like a tall dwarf.

"One arrow defeats the Kingdom of Heaven."

The wanderer raised his head, and the flames on his eyebrows fluttered.

"Is it really the Furnace Torture Treasure?" Hestia asked curiously.

"I'm not sure, Your Highness," Iyana said from the side. "Items related to mythology are always true and false, but what he demonstrated was indeed the power of Skyfire."

Heaven and earth are a furnace, and nothing can escape melting.

"Even if you really find the Heavenly Fire from that Golden City, you have no chance of winning," said Hestia.

Unexpectedly, the wanderer raised his hand, his flowing blood vessels overflowing his skin, and the flowing magma solidified, forging a blazing sword. Pointing at the princess, he said, "I challenge you! By the glory of the Divine Emperor and the honor of the Celestial Dragons, I challenge you... to a knight's duel."

"Huh?" Hestia was stunned.

The Empire did have a custom of dueling, with sword fights, gun fights, and cannon fights. Whoever left a scar on the other's face first would be the winner.

Especially for knights, if one side refuses the challenge of the other side due to cowardice, it will become a laughing stock among the people around.

After thinking for a moment, the princess asked, "Are you an Imperial Knight?"

"Take it or leave it, the choice is yours," the homeless man said expressionlessly. "Even if you all come rushing towards me, I will treat you all equally."