The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Didn't your predecessor tell you that the first thing you should do when you see me is run away instead of trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm?"

Clara was also a little hesitant and didn't dare to move an inch.

Generally speaking, these suicidal rebels had other motives. Most of them were desperate to buy time for their companions to escape, but there were a few exceptions, some trying to conceal their deeper agenda, such as murdering the princess.

So, Clara did not start the massacre immediately, but carefully observed the hidden environment in the woods.

"That's impossible. The curse has clearly taken away your destiny, you dog of destiny, you—"

Ella was furious, and her face felt a heart-wrenching squeezing sensation, but she managed to channel the high knight's finger power through her body, thus avoiding having her head crushed by Shanta.

She broke free from the tall knight, tore off two pieces of flesh, and leaped away, but did not escape.

Her heart was filled with immense resentment. She couldn't believe that this was the result of her twenty years of hard training.

Why?

Why is she unharmed?

What kind of witchcraft is this!

Ella had never lost her composure like this before. She thought she had grasped the High Knight's weakness—

"You!" Flirting.

"For!" Stab.

"What!" Cut.

"What!" Sweep.

"Immortal!"

"Tear!"

With one final blow, Clara grabbed Ella's arm, where the blade was attached, and tore her limbs from her torso like a rag doll.

Bleeding.

"why?"

Ella lay on the ground, looking up at the sky blankly.

"Your secret technique has some effect, but you made a stupid mistake." Clara was unmoved.

"I have seen the gate to the Transformation Mountain, and the darkness has transformed me. I have been tempered in the Yellow King's Quicksand. I am the master of power, and you are just a lackey who obeys the Tower. How can you not be affected?"

"Because I am the tower's dog."

"Uh……"

Clara's words were so righteous that Ella had no room to refute.

"The one who knows it all is baptized in the Sea of ​​Origin and is infused with the Dharma. You want to cut off my connection with the Dharma, but the Dharma is within me." Clara shook her head slightly.

"In other words, as long as we use even greater power..."

"You are new to the Secret World and you are not worthy yet." Clara said, finally making way for her. "Your Highness, please judge the criminal."

"A mysterious enchanter."

Hestia looked at the dying Ella. Clara had torn her apart and thrown her down, and her bones and internal organs had long been shattered into pieces.

It is said that Blade Cultivators are extremely ambitious, belligerent and cruel, and are the only war maniacs who can face off against High Knights head-on. Now it seems that they are just like that.

Hestia pulled a revolver from her waist holster and pointed it at Ella: "Do you have any last words?"

"Last words? Bah—"

Ella spat out a mouthful of blood, which the princess easily dodged.

"team leader!"

The young male stared at him angrily, took out a dose of medicine from his pouch and drank it all in one gulp. Immediately afterwards, a petrified crust began to appear on the surface of his skin.

They weren't secret cultivators, but they were also people who had access to extraordinary powers, just like the Shadow Servant of the Black Hand Guild.

Although he did not have the talent to become a secret cultivator, he could still use the power bestowed by the secret cultivator to a certain extent through diligent practice.

The young man, transformed into a stone man, rushed towards the princess.

Clara bent her knees slightly, drew in her elbows, and threw punches.

The stone skull shattered.

"Gall!" The young woman watched the entire scene tremblingly. She stepped back repeatedly, calling out her companion's name, "Captain Ella!"

This sound seemed to sober Ella up a little. Fear, anxiety, and regret flashed in her eyes, and she finally shouted at the top of her lungs, "Run away!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

In fact, she didn't need to remind him, the survivors had already turned around and fled deep into the woods.

After a while, she appeared from behind Hestia, looked at the princess for two seconds, and then screamed and ran away in another direction again.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Back to the starting point, but from a different direction.

Ella naturally understood what was happening: "Why, the distorted compass would..."

The survivor was still running away, she had gone mad, desperate, until there was a bang, half of her body and legs were torn off, flew into the air and fell down in the explosion.

Pierre and Gros Lier walked out from the same direction, picked up the twisted compass on the ground, and held the broken fuse in their hands: "The power is really terrifying, ah, Bailey, I'm so sorry..."

The young woman opened her mouth.

Pierre understood. "Ah, you mean the compass? Bernard's dead, and I'm the only one who knows the compass ritual and the positions of the stone figures. Isn't it natural to swap some of the stone figures and adjust the coordinates?"

"Bastard." Gros Lier growled tremblingly, wishing he could rush up and strangle Pierre's neck. "She's already surrendered, why are you still doing this!"

Even if he had thought about revealing Ella's news, he had never intended to do it so decisively!

"She's a traitor, Lille. I hope you understand why I'm doing this." Pierre's compassionate gaze swept over Bailey's half-body, Gore's stone shell, and Ella, his captain, and finally looked at Baron Baihai. "It's difficult to be both loyal and righteous..."

"Oh!"

Gros Lier knocked Pierre to the ground with one punch.

"If that will help alleviate some of your sympathy for the rebels."

Pierre rubbed his face and made no attempt to fight back.

Ella lay on the ground and closed her eyes in despair.

"Baron Baihai spoke of your parents," Hestia said. "There are reasons for this, and I must apologize on behalf of the Empire. Of course, they paid the price for the murder. The Empire's faults, theirs, have been resolved. It's your fault to bring hatred beyond the realm of order."

"You...butcher..."

"Butcher? Oh, I'm far gentler than most. I don't have endless material desires, nor do I disdain to bully defenseless civilians... well, with some exceptions." Hestia smiled. "In any case, killing me would be a loss to the Fran people. For there is no noble in the empire more gentle than me, or more capable of leading the Fran people to a bright future."

Ella was surprised that the princess was so shameless, as if she was the savior of destiny. She opened her mouth but didn't have the strength to refute.

This was Hestia's true words.

In official history, even if there was no empire in the end, the internal strife of free will would have torn Fran into pieces, and it would have become a cruel hell under natural disasters and man-made disasters.

Not to mention that after the Chaos invasion, a large number of Fran people who could not survive were recruited into the army by the new countries and transformed into "monsters" to fight against the Chaos demons.

"You can't be considered a bad person, but you can't be considered a good person either," Hestia thought for a moment, pointing the black muzzle of the gun at Ella's forehead. "Any last words?"

"Last words..."

Ella looked at the sky, which was gray and gloomy as the sun was setting.

She didn't want to surrender to the Celestial Dragons, but what about her familiar companions and friends?

Not everyone is a conscious warrior. The maids serving customers at the cafe, the cleaning ladies, the coachmen who deliver supplies and help pass on messages every day...

"Don't implicate innocent people," she said.

"Oh, I think the people of Cloud Ridge will appreciate the princess's kindness." Hestia nodded. "What do you think, Clara?"

"Your Highness has always respected brave warriors. Although she is foolish, she is courageous." Clara followed the princess' words.

"That's it." Hestia pressed the hammer and was about to pull the trigger.

"A moth to the flame like me..."

Ella muttered to herself.

Hestia waited for the next words.

Respect must be given in full, so that others won't talk about her being two-faced, right?

However, she waited for a long time but Ella didn't speak again.

She is dead.

"died?"

Hestia was stunned for a moment, then fired several shots.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

died!

The princess was shocked!

Who can she turn to for the skills she lacks?

Volume 49: Dreamers: . Free Bird

Looking at the captain's body that was smashed into pieces by the High Knight's special revolver, Pierre turned his face away with lingering fear.

He was glad that he had made the right decision, otherwise he would have been the only one to die without an intact body. This was a stupid and reckless assassination, and even without his "betrayal", the result would probably not have been much worse.

"save……"

Half of Bailey's body was lying on the ground, and she made weak sounds from her throat, but she was not completely dead.

"Pierre, you deserve to die!" Gros Lier was furious.

"Your Lordship, please understand that you are loyal to Her Royal Highness the Princess, or you are on the side of the rebellion." Pierre wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and quickly took on the role of a lackey.

He did not argue with Gros Lier, but continued to provoke him with words.