The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

After saying that, she threw the eyeball on the stone platform towards the sewer pipe. The nerve bundle of the eyeball instantly twisted and pushed its "body" forward, and it disappeared into the secret room in an instant.

"Pursuing truth?" Hestia said coldly, "She's probably already deeply bewitched and unable to extricate herself... Kill her!"

As soon as the words fell, Clara, who was standing in the front, just crossed over, and the palm knife that stirred up a strong wind swept towards Madam Baiyu's head.

Madam Baiyu raised her body calmly, and a dark red light suddenly appeared under the secret room. Under the evil magic circle, thousands of skinned arms grew out, holding up her falling body like puppeteers, and then suddenly flipped over to avoid the tall knight's sudden attack.

At the same time, dozens of glass jars exploded in an instant, and what splashed out was clearly highly corrosive acid, not any preservatives!

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The ratman leader jumped and danced, with skinned limbs and corpses growing like weeds under his feet, and horrible acid that corroded the skin and bones all around him. Fortunately, he was at the door, so he turned around and fled in the same direction.

A sentinel falcon caught it.

"Oh my god, help me! Soldier, I can't get involved in this kind of situation..."

The ratman chief struggled for only two seconds before his eyes suddenly widened and he shrank back in an instant.

It saw the ceiling ahead gradually seeping with bright red blood. The thick, viscous blood silently trickled down, tangled like crimson columns. Brick after brick began to shed its stone shell, transforming into a mixture of flesh and bone resembling an organic mass. As the corpse bricks filled the space, dozens of bloody corpses blocked the sentinel falcons' path.

Those corpses kept devouring the cockroaches, rats and rotten limbs in the ditch. If the ratman leader had taken another step forward, he would probably have said goodbye to the rest of his life.

The blood did not drip in the area where the sentinels were, but this was not a mistake in the trap.

Utana cut her palm and pressed it against the wall. The shimmering golden blood acted like a spell, blocking the effects of the mystical spells within range. She bit her pipe and sneered, "Dealing with these mindless, screaming puppets is pointless. It's better to ask the Church of Radiance to do it."

As she spoke, she pulled her hands away from the wall.

Between the wall and her palm, a sharp blade made of golden blood structure gradually extended, and was finally held in her hand.

She said to another high knight, "Fenti, protect Her Royal Highness the Princess and be careful not to cause a collapse in the sewer."

"clear."

The tall knight who looked like a Confucian general responded and punched the wall. Golden and black runes that seemed to be engraved on his skin began to flow into the entire corridor.

The Path of Order represents the immutability and permanence of laws, arrangements, and institutions. As the guardians of order, the High Knight's very existence is solidified by it. Their blood flows for the Lord of Order, possessing the power to break laws. While they cannot impose laws with their own words like the Law Master, they can use this power to strengthen, weaken, or stabilize a situation.

When others lock the health, they usually lock the low health, but the high knight locks the full health.

Therefore, the ones who really felt the trouble were not Hestia's side, but Lady Baiyu, who had been planning to run away from the beginning.

She knew very well that her arrangement could not shake the High Knight's condition at all, and could only tangle with him a little.

In the secret room, Clara's movements became faster and faster. Her burly figure and narrow space did not restrict her at all. She was as fast as thunder, and the acid-corrosive venom could not even scratch the corners of her clothes. Her elbows and punches were soon only left with afterimages, and her limbs and flesh continued to explode into clouds of mist, forcing Madam Baiyu to avoid the huge momentum by transferring her limbs.

"end--"

Clara roared, and air and sound waves rushed out of her throat. The invisible impact hit Madam Baiyu's chest. The latter's chest cavity caved in instantly, and her whole body flew backwards, like a kite with a broken string, and was nailed to the wall by the sound stream.

Chloe covered her ears and huddled in the corner: "Your Highness, can I leave now? You have the High Knights, so you don't need me at all."

"We're just getting started." Hestia stood at the entrance of the cave. Beside her stood a tall knight holding an umbrella. The black umbrella was his ceremonial tool for climbing up the Dream House. Evil spirits could not invade the area covered by it. Blood and limbs splashed like a rain curtain, as if hitting an invisible wall.

Even though the high knight used secret techniques to stabilize the structure of the sewer, Clara still expanded the area of ​​the secret room by half, and the entire corridor was shaking under the violent pursuit.

Too brutal.

Chloe couldn't bear to watch.

She would rather face a deformed and twisted undead than a High Knight.

If it weren't for the veiled woman's incredible secret skills, using the surrounding environment to constantly entangle her, and her strong self-healing ability, she would have been shattered into pieces long ago.

Oh, she's broken.

Madam Baiyu's body twisted into a long spiral strip, like a slippery long snake appearing and disappearing in the cracks.

Hestia stared closely at her every move, using the Eye of Truth to notice her spiritual changes.

Although most of the time, Madam Baiyu hid her soul and spirituality very well and blocked the perception of the Eye of Truth, when she was hit by Clara, clues would still be revealed as her body collapsed.

Her soul is a little different, with two completely different "colors".

Generally speaking, the souls of mortals seen by the Eye of Truth are "colorless and transparent." Therefore, when cursed or blessed, the soul's "color" can easily change. Regarding esoteric cultivators, although many can conceal their characteristics, those at lower levels will still reveal their soul spectrum, the underlying color formed by the infusion of the Root.

Even if they are secret practitioners following the same path, their souls will show great differences, just like peach red and ochre red.

Hestia knew of cases where spiritual practitioners parasitized other souls and gradually devoured and merged with them, but every aspect of Madam Baiyu's behavior had nothing to do with the soul.

At this moment, Madam Baiyu's trajectory formed a regular pattern in her eyes, and each part of the pattern connected to the soaked wreckage.

These remains remain intact in the highly corrosive liquid, which is absolutely incomparable to ordinary zombies.

And those lines seem to be pointing in one's direction.

"Clara, come back." Hestia ordered immediately.

Clara, who had originally planned to use her secret technique to completely transform her enemy into a rubbing of the wall, withdrew her attack without hesitation and took a step back, just in sync with Madam Baiyu's gesture of releasing her fist into a palm and pointing it at the princess.

Countless limbs suddenly flew towards the princess, stitching and joining together along the way, as if operated by skillful hands. By the time they got close, they had transformed into a giant beast that held up the entire room.

"boom--"

Clara had retreated in time to the princess's side, bumping into her shoulder with her, and her tremendous force blasted the eight-armed, winged beast back against the wall.

The entire corridor was cracked and spread, and the tearing sound made the Whistle Falcon's ear canal bleed. Hestia's face was gloomy, Chloe huddled in the corner, and the high knight's black umbrella blocked all the aftermath.

Hestia saw that Lady White Jade had been shattered into pieces, but then glued together in an instant. She took advantage of the turbulence to escape through the gap in the cave, and her afterimage was like a shuttle.

The princess casually used the "Punishment of Judgment", but the apprentice-level secret technique only made her freeze for less than half a second before she fled again.

"stop!"

A tall knight was about to catch up, but the ground he was standing on became wet and muddy. Looking down, he saw that slug-like zombies had occupied the entire ditch. Countless arms, entangled like flowers, were emerging from their sticky bodies, slowing down his pace.

He raised his hand and fired a shot. The roaring flames, strengthened by his power, swept through the entire corridor and ignited the methane.

"boom--"

The violent explosion almost submerged everything outside the barrier.

The flames dissipated, and the remains of the slug zombie were still healing and reassembling, but Madam Baiyu had disappeared.

"Idiot, why do you think I'm using a sword!"

Utana's brows were burning with anger, but fortunately, Fenti's runes stabilized the structure of the sewer, and the explosion only spread to the side where the shooting took place.

"I just made the most appropriate decision." The tall knight glanced at his colleague coldly.

In the secret room, Clara stared at the giant beast embedded in the wall. The latter's vitality was dissipating, but its body did not show any injuries.

"The power of the High Knight," she said.

"That evildoer killed a high knight?!" Chloe stood up, rubbing her ears, and seemed to be fine.

"I'm afraid she doesn't have that ability." Hestia also looked at the giant beast.

She used the Eye of Truth to see that Madam Baiyu's secret technique had sewed up the remaining limbs and injected vitality into them, but as she escaped, the vitality in the beast's body was rapidly dissipating and dying down.

"She used some medium to infuse it with the power of the High Knight," Clara said.

"Do you want me to chase him, Your Highness? That idiot just now burned all the traces!" Utana walked in cursing, and the sharp blade in her hand turned into a pool of golden blood.

"Clara can't even take her down, and you can do it alone?" Hestia snorted coldly, but finally said, "Go ahead, take Bane and two teams of sentinels. The rest of you should clean up and see if there are any other clues."

Then she looked at Chloe, who was dusting off her pants and was still in shock. "You're so useless. You can't help me at all."

Based on her preconceived notion of the Phase-Moth, Hestia had high hopes for Chloe's combat prowess. However, this guy remained hidden under her umbrella the entire time, not even attempting to stop the enemy as they fled.

Chloe smiled awkwardly, rarely refutating. She wasn't some imperial lackey, and if she couldn't even rub the princess's feet, what was she playing with?

Moreover, she just wanted to stay away from the High Knight's scheme, the farther the better.

"Wuwuwu, my ears, I can't hear anything, wuwuwu!" The rat man rolled on the ground.

"Cure it and confer the title of First Class Iron Knight." Hestia glanced at the ratman and paid no more attention to him.

After all, they are loyal rats, so they should be rewarded at least. At the same time, it can also show the empire's kindness to other ratmen in the sewers.

As for the injured sentry, the Iron Army has a complete military system, so there is no need to give her any special rewards.

A moment later, several sentinels found a thick medical record and experimental log from the ruins.

"Your Highness, please come and take a look at this." Clara came over.

"What is this? A list of the evildoer's victims?"

"No, it's Maxime Vallee. He's both the doctor and the patient. It says he contracted a terminal illness a long time ago, which caused his organs to fail year after year and was incurable. After joining an organization called the Life Celebration Society, he received some kind of revelation and a way to survive."

"A way to survive?" Hestia muttered to herself as she flipped open the journal. "Extracting my own Primordial Factor and injecting it into a spare body, assimilating it into another 'self.' Then, through a brain transplant, I could connect my soul and consciousness into it, achieving a new life... Isn't this the experiment Garcia mentioned earlier?"

This is almost the secret technique of mind cultivation to take over another's body. The reason why I say almost is that if the original factor really exists and can be extracted, then there is no need for secret cultivation, and in theory this "reincarnation" operation can be completed.

Hearing this, Clara pondered for a moment, looked up at the ceiling, and said:

"I think I know where that is."

Volume 54: Dreamer: . Lilan doesn't understand

The secret room where Madam Baiyu was located was located in the basement of the Valais Clinic. After finally confirming the mastermind behind the bacterial and toxic addictive drugs, the Iron Army and the Inquiry Office issued a wanted order for the two without hesitation.

However, Valais seemed to have sensed danger beforehand. After that day at the Offa College, no one had seen him since. His fiancée also seemed to have vanished without leaving any trace.

After the encounter with Madam Baiyu, the police urgently evacuated Knight Street. That night, the entire street collapsed as expected. The next day's newspapers described it as another rebel attack against the Empire. They had intended to plant explosives underground throughout the Oxhoof District, potentially blowing up half the city. However, the brave Imperial heroes defended Cloudtop City, thwarting the rebel plot and minimizing the damage.

In this incident, a ratman who helped the empire uncover the rebellion conspiracy was awarded the title of Knight of the Iron Order, which caused an uproar.

This is like stepping halfway into the aristocracy, and is undoubtedly a step to heaven for the rat people living in the sewers.

The following night, the police stations in Genting City received no fewer than a thousand reports from the Rat People. Most of these reports were reports of criminal activity within their territory, though the police still needed to further verify whether any links to the rebellion were involved. However, the police soon discovered that the evidence these Rat People presented was ten thousand times more convincing than the confessions they had extracted under torture. They covered everything from theft and robbery to murder, smuggling, and gang violence. For the next few days, the police were practically immersed in the bliss of extortion, while Genting City's crime rate plummeted at a noticeable rate, with daily crime cases now back in the double digits.

"Slander, defamation, and blaming others!"

In the private room of the Floringen Chamber of Commerce, a young man wrapped in a winter coat slammed his palm on the round table, spilling the tea and shattering the bone china all over the floor.

He was furious. "We on Street 21 have been slaughtered by them, and they're still putting the blame on us for the collapse of the block. Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine! You shoddy bastards, contact the various departments immediately. I'm going to show the Imperial dogs what a real attack looks like—"

Sixteen people sat around the round table, their expressions varying. Some were incredibly excited, while others hesitated, hinting at a hint of worry.

"Alright, Grayling," the gin-haired girl sitting beside him said softly, tapping the table with her hand. "Antoine and the others died in front of me. I'm angrier and sadder than anyone else, but...something's not right lately."

"Something's wrong? You'll endure it today, endure it tomorrow, but I think we should just kneel down and sing praises to the emperor! Do you know how many refugees are lying dead on the streets, how many are struggling on the brink of life and death? They just need a leader to help them vent all their despair and anger! I've made up my mind. Each Blade Division will organize manpower and weapons within a week. I'll lead the team personally and blow up the fucking Iron Army camp!"

The young man threw another punch, and his iron finger bones smashed one side of the round table into pieces.