The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Stranger—"

Hestia heard the sweet cry of the Feathered Maiden, and because of the influence of her dream, the cry was better than any other sound in the material world.

Her cloak made of platinum wings was dull in color, and the facial features carved on the silver mask could not reveal her true expression. Only the falling golden feathers indicated that her life was in danger.

The burning fox grinned with its fangs, and its right claw cut through the flowing hair, splashing blood. A hot sword was suddenly grasped in its claws, forged by a unique rhythm.

The feathered girl was falling, and the neck worms released by the spherical worm were chasing her.

Seeing those strange worms with long necks and human skulls about to attack, the voice under the silver mask of the feathered girl became more anxious: "Help me, please -"

The neck worm pierced through it like a sharp blade, but the feathered girl did not feel any severe pain. The scene seemed to be misplaced, and the worm that was supposed to parasitize her suddenly passed by.

"Space distortion?"

Before Yu Nu could think about it, more and more neck insects came chasing after her.

However, they seemed to be drunk, their trajectory suddenly became shaky, like strings being plucked by someone, and flew towards the burning fox.

A fierce light flashed, and wherever the long sword swept through the air, all the worms turned into ashes.

Hestia made a sword flower, and the whole wasteland was ablaze, but it was not hot.

The dream is spreading.

Here we are high in the sky, where even the command from the tower seems powerless. The higher we climb, the closer we get to the magnificent mythical land.

Therefore, the strength of the secret cultivators in Mengxu will be greatly improved.

This is the wasteland, the land of blade moths, where blade cultivators and moth cultivators can feel the favor of the roots more closely. Here, Hestia can use her newfound power with ease.

Moreover, because this place is a wasteland, the nearby dream creatures are driven by strong wildness, fighting and killing each other instinctively, and are easily affected by mental interference. Therefore, Hestia used the power of Aphra [Dream Builder] to confuse all creatures in the range, including those long-necked worms, in just a moment.

After taking a short break, the feathered girl flapped her wings in the air, and with the help of the air current, she rolled over and landed on the meadow.

She immediately shouted, "Get out of here quickly! That worm has caused a spiritual riot nearby. This place is like a powder keg..."

The feather girl's voice stopped abruptly. She saw that the burning wolf not only showed no signs of leaving, but was staring at the worm with burning eyes, like an experienced hunter examining his prey.

The soil beneath Hestia's feet sank, and a sandworm covered with thorns leaped into the sky. However, she was not swallowed by the giant worm, but stepped squarely on the giant worm's head.

"This field is a bit too friendly to dream builders."

Hestia whispered.

Everything has a spirit, even a blade of grass can give birth to dreams.

If the dream builder were to ascend the stairs, he would inevitably encounter all kinds of ghostly evil creatures with maximum mental resistance, and the monsters he would face would be a hundred times more cunning. But here, no matter how powerful the dream creature was, it could only be guided by dreams like a puppet.

As if feeling threatened, the spherical worms in the sky made a noisy hissing sound, which affected the sandworms under the feet of the Burning Wolf, causing the thorns to grow and spread like a plague.

But Hestia's purpose of taking advantage of the situation had been achieved. She stabbed the sandworm's head with a long sword made of molten blood, and the scorching fire instantly burned its body to ashes.

"Tsk, I thought I could harvest more spirituality." Hestia curled her lips.

After killing such a huge worm, the spiritual power gained by the Witch Book was not as much as that of two or three mortals.

Taking advantage of the inertia of the leap, Hestia swung her blade again and headed towards the worm in the sky.

The spherical worm hissed and retreated, and every feather on its wings turned into an ugly fusion monster. The neck worms on its main body also rushed out, leaving behind a huge spherical shell with dense holes.

However, just as the worms were about to surround the Burning Wolf, the sea suddenly surged, and an octopus as tall as a mountain rose into the air, rolling from one wave to another, drowning thousands of worms.

On the other side, just as Hestia was about to collide with the swarm of insects, the Burning Wolf suddenly appeared and appeared above the worms' heads with the help of the distorted flowing space.

She could see that this was a worm that was extremely bad at fighting. Even a blade cultivator who could peek into the secret realm could be defeated if he made the right decision.

But having said that, worms are bewitching creatures, and the moment they appear, the prey is often trapped in the net, leaving the prey no room for decision-making.

Eyeballs squirmed out of the pores of the fleshy ball, and it flapped its wings as if trying to escape.

However, just as the burning wolf was about to approach, the worm stopped, turned back, and folded its wings fiercely. The ugly feathers instantly burned away, revealing the bare "skeleton" underneath.

It was a frame made up of countless human heads, their long necks swaying in the wind, like strings of balloons.

At this moment, the spherical worm's wings detached from its body, and all those human heads surrounded the Burning Wolf, pouring out surging spirituality, as if it wanted to overdraw all the souls it had captured over countless years, and exhaust the enemy through crushing numbers.

Contrary to expectations, the spherical worm's eyes rolled around and then showed human-like fear the next moment.

The spirit is disappearing madly, and no one knows where it has gone.

At the same time, a scorching sun that shouldn't have existed suddenly appeared in the sky. The scorching sun carried heavenly fire and formed a magnificent spear.

Dream builders have access to dreams, and what Hestia does is to use her power to violently extract the purest and most destructive celestial fire from the source of forging.

The process is neither complicated nor difficult, it just requires spiritual energy that even eight or ten dream builders in the realm of comprehension cannot muster.

She was now the conqueror of the Bladecast Branch, so calling upon the Heavenly Fire was almost like calling upon a god to possess her.

Unfortunately, normal conquerors are unable to use the power of the Dream Builder.

"Afra is still useful."

Hestia thought, and with a flick of her fox claw, the spear instantly pierced through the spherical worm.

The Feathered Girl stared blankly at the spherical worm incinerated in the sky. She collapsed to her knees, a lingering fear welling up in her heart. But before she could rest, the surrounding Dreamworld creatures became restless again, and the deformed monsters from all over the mountains and plains rushed towards them.

"roll."

Hestia radiates dreams and infuses the spirituality of this place with the concept of fear.

Even unconscious creatures will instinctively feel the threat of their natural enemies.

The deformed monsters rolled in and receded like the tide, and the wasteland returned to order and slowly evolved in a more peaceful way.

Hestia's mind moved slightly, and a new exhibit appeared in the exhibition hall of the Witch Book.

"Power Worm, Disillusionment."

Being inferior to her enemy in status, Hestia quickly shifted her attention and descended intermittently with the impact of the flowing fire.

She put out the flames and walked up to the stunned Yu Nu.

The platinum wings were gathered like a cloak, like a bird or a moth. A hood structure, which was not sure whether it was long hair or a veil, was draped over the body, like a gorgeous wedding dress, or like the slender tail feathers of a warbler dragging.

"Hello again, young lady." Hestia thought the Feather Girl's image was very beautiful. As a former electronic moth cultivator, she always had a good impression of feathers. She stretched out her claws and put them on the Feather Girl's shoulders and squeezed them gently.

Soft and fluffy.

Unexpectedly, the girl who had been stunned a moment ago suddenly curled up in fear, fell to the ground, and took several steps back: "Don't come over here——"

"Don't worry, the worm has returned to the abyss of punishment for sin. Don't be afraid," Burning Fox said in a melodious voice. "But as a blade cultivator, your situation has reached its limit. You're just a worm, destined for death. What's there to be afraid of?" Hestia pinched her chin and asked, "Or are you a moth or a bird?"

This is Mengsu's base camp. Although she can call upon the power of the Witch's Book, it must rely on the cover of the secret beacon. She cannot directly open the border area to check the composition of this feathered girl.

Once Meng Su senses the witch's aura, she will be gone in minutes.

"I... am not." Yu Nu's emotions were mixed. Her voice trembled as she whispered softly, "I'm sorry, your temperature is too hot, so..."

"Really?" Hestia shrugged.

Her real power is smelting. High temperatures often come from the burning of the molten object. Now she is not smelting anything, so theoretically it shouldn't be too hot.

However, since this was Hestia's first time using this power, she had lost her ability to judge normal temperature and was therefore unsure of how "hot" she was.

She tried to gather her strength, then carefully poked the feather with her fingertips. "How about this?"

"..."

Yu Nu wanted to curl up, but the other party was her savior and had no hostility at all. If she still refused him, it would be a bit ungrateful.

"It's okay..." said Yu Nu.

"Meeting you here is fate." Hestia sat down next to the Feather Girl, shedding her princess persona and displaying a polite demeanor. "There aren't many secret cultivators these days who can provoke a worm like that."

The Worms have been in decline for many years. Although their power will make a comeback as the empire collapses, it is still calm now.

Most worms are so weak they can only hide in the sewers, developing themselves by bewitching apprentices with little background or prying into secrets. However, those who have reached the level of mastery, or those qualified to reach the level of mastery, are all mentally strong as iron. Without the existence of enemies like Qiu Su, it is difficult to truly drag such a cultivator into the abyss.

Even though the power worm was quite powerful, it was still not enough to shake the insight of a senior secret practitioner.

Therefore, Hestia judged that there were only two possibilities for the feathered girl's near death: one was that she had not received orthodox esoteric teachings, and her path was already on the wrong path, attracting the worms' vigilance; the other was that she had recently suffered an extremely serious psychological blow and her heart was broken, causing her path to show a "fragile" feeling that attracted the worms.

Hestia deduced that the former was most likely the case.

If it was the latter, his heart would be as hard as iron. If it weren't for the mythical figure who suddenly appeared and slapped him in the face, how could he have had the chance to have his heart broken?

In response to Ranlang's words, Yu Nu just shook her head slightly and said nothing.

"Logically, you should have set up a counter-ritual before entering the Dream Residence, and activated it directly after encountering danger to return," Hestia pondered, "instead of being forced into a desperate situation like this."

"The worms took advantage of the situation..." Feather Girl hesitated, "My ritual was destroyed."

Hestia sneered inwardly.

There is no such thing as ritual destruction. I'm afraid this girl has never learned any complete rituals. She just rushed here with half-baked mysticism and couldn't make any progress.

This reckless attitude, relying solely on intuition and recklessness, does indeed have the characteristics of both a blade and a moth.

Based on the dream builder's rich knowledge of psychology, Hestia immediately created a portrait of the Feathered Girl as "a young lady who lives in a remote wilderness, has a small family, is interested in the mysticism, and accidentally embarks on the path of Taoism."

Maybe she had an apprentice or voyeur-level mentor, but he was also half-baked, which made her a target of the worms.

Even though the door to understanding has been slightly opened, it is still a long way from truly taking that step. Even the ascension ceremony may not be complete!

"What are you laughing at?" Yu Nu keenly noticed the details of the fox's mouth.

"I was thinking that your whole body is so soft, and only your mouth can be hard."

It was a strange description, but Feather Girl could hear the sarcasm in the fox's tone. She tightened her feathers and said in a low voice, "Although you saved me, isn't it a bit rude to speak like this?"

"Is it disrespectful?" Hestia shrugged. "If frankness becomes disrespectful and hypocrisy prevails, then I would make you live in a world of unreal flattery and admiration, making you lose your true self. That would be disrespectful."

The girl listened and thought for a while before she slowly said, "That's a twisted theory."

"I accept all your reasonable objections."

"..." Yu Nu paused for a moment and said, "You've heard a lot of stories. I can't argue with you, but you just have a twisted logic."

"Miss."

"Ok?"

"Do you know what I'll get if I burn you to ashes?"