The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

The only chance is...

Kill her!

But she had seen the Iron Knight's ability to maneuver. Even a lower-ranking High Knight would require more than ten times the force to completely kill him. Even curses that could cause ulceration were almost ineffective. What else could be fatal in a short period of time?

Aphra didn't like the idea of ​​mutual destruction. As a secret practitioner of the path of wisdom, she always had a way out...

There must be some way out.

She was so adamant in her belief that she didn't realize her spirituality was slowly drying up.

"If you feel tired, you can sit down and rest for a while. Lin'er, I'll go get you a cup of tea." Hestia said, snapping her fingers and issuing the Supreme Law, "Those with a conscience must be loyal to their savior."

After saying this, under Aphra's blank gaze, those numb souls suddenly showed gratitude towards the princess.

This is the instinct of living things to seek benefits and avoid harm, and the same is true for the soul. Instead of being trapped in a book for thousands of years, it is better to kowtow to your benefactor.

However, when they knocked their heads down, tombstones suddenly rose up and took root in the soil of the border area. Then, the world of the Book of Elders began to collapse, and pieces of bricks and stones rose from the ground in the Book of Witches.

"Fuck, are you so greedy?"

Hestia had never expected that she only wanted to take away the souls here, but the Witch's Book actually swallowed all the twenty-four laws by their worship!

These souls were originally residents of the book, and their will, to a certain extent, represents the will of the book.

"Ritsuzo actually..." The dark elf felt confused as she felt the collapse of the old city and the rise of the new city. Tears suddenly flowed from her bright purple eyes. "Ritsuzo, my Ritsuzo... my hope..."

How could there be something in this world that could destroy the sacred artifact of the Elders?

Even if this is just one of the twenty-four fragments, it is a supreme treasure that is enough for Mengsu Myth to fight for his life!

"Give me back my Ritsuzo—"

Aphra was furious, and her shadow suddenly pulled towards the princess, as if opening a door from which there was no return.

That scent was all too familiar to Hestia.

The River Styx...

The Dream Builder belongs to the Hidden Spiritual Branch, so theoretically he can be considered half a spiritual practitioner, but it doesn't mean that just because he is a spiritual practitioner he can open the Styx, right?

Doesn't that mean that by simply training a bunch of death warriors, we can master the art of exchanging one for another?

Hestia was anxious and snapped her fingers quickly, saying, "Afra Manro will lose all her powers immediately!"

In an instant, the newly raised tombstone collapsed by nearly half, and invisible shackles instantly bound the dark elf's soul.

"How can this be……"

Feeling the shadow dissipate, Aphra could no longer think. In her short 120-year elf life, she had read 60,000 volumes of various books, but not a single one could tell her that a low-ranking knight in the apprentice realm could seize the path of others with a single word.

Her consciousness was covered by a thin film, like an abandoned child, and she could no longer sense the beacon from Mengsu.

As the dark elves were stripped of their power, a vague illusion emerged in a cell in the newly built Gothic-style towering prison at the border. It was Aphra Manro.

Outside the cell, the words "Supreme Prisoner" written in secret script suddenly appeared.

What followed was the feeling of fullness in Hestia's soul.

The Witch Book had transformed, and she couldn't guess what the new changes would be.

The only thing was that she was certain that she could continue to deprive Afraba Manlo of her power from the moment she became her enemy without any additional spiritual expenditure. The only drawback was that the feeling of fullness made it difficult for her to eat anything extra, as if possessing a secret cultivator in the realm of comprehension was all that mattered.

This may represent the capacity of the decree. While a powerful decree is in effect, no more decrees of the same level can be generated.

But many small instructions can still be implemented, especially for a dark elf who has become a mortal.

"So now, do you admit that you are a lowly creature, Miss Aphra Manro?"

"That's impossible. Do you think I will give in to you—"

"Your Majesty!"

Following the princess's order, Aphra felt as if her knees were filled with lead. She slammed down on the marble tiles with a thud, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. Blood seeped out of her delicate skin, flowing through the cracks in the tiles into the river of hatred and resentment.

"This is not allowed..."

Aphra's pupils dilated.

Her spirituality was drained away.

All things possess spirituality, but the spirituality of mortals compared to that of esoteric practitioners is like a firefly competing for brilliance with the full moon. Spirituality is the symbol and trace of esoteric practices, and the medium through which they communicate with dreams and perform esoteric techniques. It can be a practitioner's weakness, but it also holds the key to defending against external esoteric techniques and curses.

Without spiritual protection, even the weakest secret technique could use her like a dog.

"This is impossible!" Aphra roared and stood up, her knees bent and her bones crackling, as if she was trying to resist this completely unreasonable rule.

Her spirituality was recovering, which made Aphra happy. However, when she broke her knees and knelt on the ground again, she realized that it was just an illusion.

A strong will does enable her to remain conscious in the face of laws or curses, but sometimes, being conscious only means more pain.

"Perfect."

Hestia clapped her hands, then walked over with confidence, looking down at the dark elf with contempt.

"Look, you bastards of Dark Elves on the battlefield can only be tied to iron pillars and roasted by the Imperial Iron Army. Off the battlefield, you are only fit to kneel at my feet and listen to the Tianlong's instructions."

Helmeted her with satisfaction and nodded. She didn't care at all about how horrible and twisted the details of Aphrodite were.

Even if she became a mortal, the blood of the dark elves made her stronger than a weak individual and she could be easily healed.

It's just like the princess of dragon blood, who stood up against the beam to save Viola, but there was no sequelae at all.

"The victor takes all, you win." The dark elf gritted his teeth, "Cut off my head and declare your victory."

"No, no, no. Chopping heads off and planting them in potted plants is just the way you lowly dark elves play. We Celestial Dragons aren't that barbaric. Even when we eat meat, we eat it cooked." Hestia smiled and waved her hand. She bent down and lifted the dark elf's chin. Her beautiful face with white hair and purple eyes was untouched by dust, and her bright purple skin was delicate and flawless. "You still have a chance to redeem yourself. Tell me, why would a lowly creature like you, hiding in the mountains of the North, collude with the Black Hand Guild?"

"Pfft!" Aphra spat a mouthful of blood foam on the princess's high nose bridge, her teeth grinding with a clanging sound. "I, am not, a bastard!"

"Oh, I understand." Hestia looked at the dark elf with compassion. "I understand people like you better than anyone else. You're always arrogant, conceited, and ambitious, thinking you have everything under control. Yet, you don't understand that none of this truly belongs to you. You're not the master of power, only its slave. When setbacks shatter your self-confidence, you'll find yourself with nothing. And I look forward to seeing your dignity shattered."

The boomerang hit her head, and Aphra wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"How interesting! You speak as if you've fallen from grace before," Hestia pondered. "Hmm...was it because of the Empire's conquest? No, you're still very young. Adult female dark elves wear ornaments in their ears to represent the number of mates they have, and you..." The princess blew gently on the soft tip of her ear, "still clean."

Judging from her facial features, this dark elf doesn't look like a girl, which is a bit unusual.

Dark elves, with their mothers as their mothers and open-minded, will take their first mate as a rite of passage, regardless of gender. Only priests serving the Nether Mother remain unmarried—legally, priests are the wives of the Nether Goddess.

But even so, the priest would hang an earring on his ear.

Based on Hestia's understanding of the game information, a dark elf noble female like Aphra's age should not have such clean ears.

Either she is of noble status and cannot find a sufficiently suitable spouse, or she is a pale and lowly dark elf, a slave enslaved by the noble dark elves.

Her skin color clearly showed that she was of nobility, but a dark elf of noble status would not work illegally for the Black Hand Guild.

"Take your mouth away!" Aphra shouted through gritted teeth.

The dark elves and the empire are locked in an irreconcilable national feud. No matter how beautiful the princess is, she will only feel terror and disgust.

She would rather be hung on a red-hot iron pillar by this evil dragon and have her heart and lungs burned to a crisp than imagine the possibility that might happen.

For the dignity of the royal family, there are things far more important than life.

However, her knees were broken and her arms were weak, so she couldn't commit suicide even if she wanted to.

“Eh—you!”

Aphra trembled all over. She found that the evil dragon not only did not do as she was told, but instead bit the tip of her ear with its lips and teeth, and used its white teeth and tongue tip to grind towards the gap bit by bit.

It’s like tasting the delicious food on the table.

"I like the elves' reaction. Honestly, I'm curious why you evolved such obscene neural networks in your ears. You consider them forbidden areas, yet you openly display them..." After saying that, Hestia whispered in her ear, "Is it because it's more exciting this way?"

"That's because... when we hunt, we need to use our ears to listen for movements and sense changes in the environment and temperature!"

"Very good knowledge of biology. I believe that as a dark elf, you must know a lot."

"You... get out of here!"

Aphra panicked and tried to push the dragon away, but even in her prime, she couldn't wrestle with the High Knight, let alone now that she had become a mortal.

The princess kneeled her down, pressing her to the ground. The intense pressure made Aphra bite her lips in pain. She stared at the princess with hatred, unable to understand where she had let it go.

The other party is the Iron Knight of the Path of Order, a noble Celestial Dragon. At a time when the imperial court is in turmoil, the fact that she can personally control Yunling's situation remotely is enough to prove her ambition.

Such a person would naturally not miss the idea of ​​taking the Twenty-Four Vinaya Collection for himself.

Therefore, this was an impeccable conspiracy. She deceived the Rolands and their siblings, controlling the soul in the law collection. Even if she faced a siege by the Iron Army, she was confident that she could inflict a crushing defeat on them. As for the High Knight, she might not have the ability to defeat him, but with his skills, capturing her was equally impossible.

But now she was caught.

That despairing decree...

Aphra didn't believe this was the power of a princess. Perhaps all laws originated from this strange caged world. But she still couldn't understand why such a national treasure, comparable to a sacred vessel, would appear in the hands of a mere princess.

That is the supreme treasure that even the dreamers can only desire! The key to becoming an elder!

Possessing the holy artifact of the path of order is either tantamount to treason, or waiting to become the next emperor... No, if he could hold it firmly in his hands, Charles II should have abdicated long ago, because this represents the recognition of order!

only……

Aphra was confused again.

Is there such a holy weapon in the Path of Order?

"What are you thinking about?" Hestia's golden eyes smiled, her blazing gaze burning Aphra's body and soul. Her bare hand caressed the dark elf's cheek from the tip of her ear, then slid along her slender neck to her temple. "I really like your personality. They say a dog is like its owner. What do you think?"

The princess's touch felt like a centipede crawling across her body. Aphra screamed in shock, "You're courting death!"

"It's still unclear who's looking for death. Uh, sorry, I'm not planning on letting you die yet."

Hestia's index finger swirled in the hollow, causing the dark elf's body to tense to the extreme. An unpleasant itch spread throughout his body, as if ants were gnawing at him.

The princess continued, "I have already stripped you of your power. I don't need to kill you. Even though dark elves are a lowly species that the Empire cannot afford, you are at least one of the more precious species among the lowly species. You can at least bring some benefits to the Empire."

"I'm afraid you will be greatly disappointed." Aphra sneered.

"Why are you disappointed? Because you're not of noble descent, or because you can't redeem the full amount of gold shields?" Hestia was stunned by this and muttered to herself, "You can't be an exiled exile, are you? I really don't know much about the dark elves over the years..."

After the God-Emperor, the Dark Elves never posed any threat to the Empire. Instead, they were often plundered by the Northern Iron Army. Every now and then, small tribes of dozens to hundreds of people were captured and exterminated. The Dark Elves were also extremely chaotic internally, and they did not appear on the continental stage until the disintegration of the Empire.

By that time, the Dark Elf Kingdom had completely enslaved the pale race that migrated to the dungeons of the North countless years ago, and had recovered its vitality. It no longer had anything to do with the inferior race in the princess's memory.