The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Pierre surrendered completely, offered all his chips, and had no way out.

"She has planted more bombs in the woods outside the company and is preparing an extremely dangerous secret technique. Her goal is to break through the High Knight's defenses at the critical moment and completely leave you without cover!"

Volume 48: Dreamers: . Praying Mantis

The fishing company's location was relatively remote, and even on such a cold day, few people were seen. A thin mist drifted through the snowy forest. After instructing the team to bury the alchemical explosives in the designated location, Ella stood in an open space, gazing at the shadows cast by the setting sun through the sparse branches, chewing a few pinches of tobacco.

After chewing until the wind and snow stopped, a man and a woman emerged from the depths of the woods, holding a fuse inlaid with copper wire in their hands.

"Is everything arranged properly?"

"Everything is ready, Captain. We can detonate the gold bomb in the cellar at any time. If there's any problem, just follow the compass. Even if that piece of shit Princess Jiu survives, this is her only way to escape."

The young woman took out an instrument similar to a compass, which was a ritual instrument left behind by the secret practitioners of the path of transformation. In addition to containing power, it was also a key tool in many rituals.

The distortion compass can convert coordinates in space, and at this moment the compass points all exits of the company building to this woods. It would be best if the princess died in the explosion, but if she didn't die, no matter which direction she escaped, she would eventually end up here.

Ella nodded. "Where's Pierre?"

"He said he was going to stay and detonate the explosives," the young woman said.

The young man laughed and said, "Don't underestimate him for being so slow and useless. He's reliable at the critical moment. Before we left, we checked our pocket watches. He'll detonate the explosives at seven o'clock. It's only a matter of ten minutes."

"Well, I'm just worried that the princess will leave early."

"What if we leave? We'll have to come back to these woods. Then we can just shut the door and kill the dog. Cut off her head and mail it to the Governor's Mansion, hehe."

"Cut off the head and mail it to the Governor's Office..."

Ella didn't smile, her face was full of hatred.

Her parents had also been skinned and stuffed with straw, paraded in the square for their free-will comrades to watch over. Things had turned, and now it was her turn to seek revenge, but Ella felt no sense of satisfaction in venting her anger.

There is only anger and resentment that there is no turning back in life.

Perhaps the great revenge has not yet been truly taken.

Ella thought about it and spat the cigarette residue in her mouth into her sleeve blade. Black poisonous smoke frothed and she punched the ground. The tip of the blade pierced the center of the cross-blade magic circle. In an instant, black ink stains soaked the copper wires that were outlined along the huge magic circle and spread throughout the entire forest.

The trees are still and the birds are silent, and the world seems to be shrouded in a cold shadow.

After finishing all this, she stood up and asked, "The compass is ready. Calculating the time, Bernard should be back soon."

Ella wasn't the master of this ritual object, so she couldn't directly activate its power; she needed to use rituals and intermediaries. Bernard was the one who arranged the intermediaries to cast the distorted compass. He needed to place the corresponding stone figurines in the corresponding positions to distort the coordinates and catch the turtle in the jar.

"Indeed, I don't know what this old guy is doing, dilly-dallying. But as long as the compass is ready, it's fine. Maybe he got lost somewhere, hehe."

"Forget it, I'll look for him later. I hope he won't be stupid enough to get caught in the aftermath of the explosion."

Ella took out her pocket watch and looked at it. It was 6:58 in the evening.

Time passed minute by minute, she held her breath and listened attentively to the wonderful sound that was about to come.

However, until the second hand passed the last scale, Ella still did not get what she wanted.

She frowned and asked, "What's going on? Are you sure Pierre is detonating the explosives?"

"Maybe he adjusted his watch wrong?" The young man scratched his head. "He's always procrastinating, so it's normal for him to have a little trouble this time."

"Little mistake!" Ella's throat seemed to be smoking. "Wait three more minutes. If it hasn't exploded yet, go and check the situation yourself!"

“No need to check.”

At this moment, a frivolous and pleasant girl's voice came from the road ahead.

Along with the sound, an oval object was thrown into the air, rolled several times, and appeared at Ella's feet.

The three of them looked intently. They saw a head that looked like a raging King Kong glaring fiercely ahead. Its eyes seemed to be cracked under the exaggerated force, unable to close no matter what. The head was motionless, only the broken neck still oozing blood.

"Bernar!" the young man screamed, "I'm going to kill you—"

After saying that, he drew his gun and shot at the source of the sound in the mist.

"Om-"

It seemed as if it hit something, but also as if it didn't. It was a strange impact sound, like a huge impact piercing through layer after layer of spring buffers, and finally shattering them in an instant.

"Very good, there are some means."

The young man gritted his teeth, took out a paper shell with a spell written on it from his waist bag, and began to load it into the muzzle of the gun.

The cardboard is loaded with magic crystal dust and connected to the warhead. Although the spell is easily ineffective when it comes into contact with water, it is one of the most handy weapons for the lower-level free will warriors.

Because it carries a spell, the magic crystal dust inside can exert a power comparable to a small packet of explosives.

However, he heard no explosion, presumably because it was blocked by a sneaky enemy using a secret technique.

The clouds and mist dissipated, and a majestic female figure appeared in the sight of the three people. Behind her stood a beautiful and cool-looking girl, and the pleasant voice came from the girl's mouth.

The girl's voice was filled with pleasant arrogance. "I heard someone wanted to assassinate the princess. I was worried that your arms were too short to reach her neck. Here, I'm offering you my neck."

"Hestia Heberus." Ella stared at the girl, wishing she could eat her flesh and sleep on her skin.

"We know each other?"

"I swear, as long as I'm alive, I'll one day skin every Heberus and immerse them alive in sulfuric acid for three days and three nights! I want to see if your dragon blood is truly blessed by the evil god!"

After saying that, Ella didn't even question the idea of ​​the explosion. Since the enemy was right in front of her, she had no choice but to fight to the death.

"So what if you're a high knight? The ancient hill carries the afterglow of the setting sun. Nothingness is the end of eternity. You never had everything!"

Ella faced the direction of the sea and the setting sun and shouted in a strange accent.

Clara stood where she was, feeling as if an empty force was enveloping her, trying to take away her connection with Meng Su, the gift bestowed by the Emperor of God, and wanting her to return to nothingness.

"Weak curse, it seems you are an [Enchanter]."

Clara stood like a towering tower on the earth, and the princess was hidden in her shadow, as if she were protected by a city wall.

"Is it the Enchanter Witch from the Road of Transformation?" Heslutia looked at Ella with interest and said, "Clara, just beat him half to death. Leave one shot for me to play with."

The blade is a symbol of struggle and submission, absorption and abandonment, plunder and reward. It represents the change and opposition of things, making stillness flow, splitting the unique, and destroying eternity. It is regarded as the way of change.

Blade cultivators need external aids to unleash their power, but their immense power does not originate from external objects, for their very existence implies pure power—the unrivaled instinct that drives everything.

Therefore, what Ella used was not simply the power of blade cultivation. She brought the curse of the ancient ruins of the New World here to cut off the blessing of the God-Emperor to the High Knight.

The curse held annihilation and destruction, and the natives once offered tobacco as a sacrifice. Burning the tobacco was a prayer, calling for the ancient deity to depart from the world, taking away his world-engulfing miracles and thus ensuring good weather and harvests for the coming year. Soaking the tobacco in water was a curse, bringing down divine power like heavy water, inflicting divine punishment on the enemy.

Eternal sleep may not end, and even the immortality of strange aeons will eventually die. No one knows what the natives prayed for, and no one knows how many changes the rituals have undergone, just like the successive waves of blade cultivators.

"Play? You've been living in a pampered cage for too long. I'll make you understand how cruel the malice of this world is, just as you've done!"

Ella was furious at the princess's behavior. She waved her sleeves and the whole forest was filled with black smoke. The few dead leaves left on the branches fell down, and the crackling sound was like a raging fire without warmth.

She laughed wildly and said, "Enjoy this curse. Of course, you can also avoid it!"

Ella knew that the High Knight couldn't dodge because the princess was behind her, even though this princess was a domineering and overbearing burden.

This is the source of Ella's confidence in her game against the High Knight.

She didn't dare to hide, she could only block everything for her master. In fact, she couldn't stay too far away from her master and could only passively accept the killing!

"Shh!"

The wind howled like a dragon, swimming through Clara's limbs and bones. For a moment, the tall knight with brown-copper skin looked even darker, as if he had been bitten by poisonous snakes all over his body.

"Shoot now!" Ella grinned.

She knew very well how difficult the High Knights were to deal with, but the free will had been fighting the Empire for a hundred years, and her parents were "knights and bandits" who had killed countless villains, so how could they not leave behind a plan to deal with them?

The most daunting aspect for the High Knights is the destiny bestowed upon them by the Dream. They are pawns of destiny, servants of the Divine Emperor. Once a High Knight wields that power, their bodies and souls solidify, maintaining a near-immortal, indestructible, and inexhaustible "eternal" state.

To break the High Knights' spell, one must first disrupt their connection with Meng Su.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The two subordinates pulled out the four percussion rifles at their waists and fired continuously. The bullets wrapped in burning spells hit Clara's eyebrows, pupils, heart and genitals. The violent explosion shook the gravel under her feet into the air, and the impact rolled up a heat wave, melting the snow and shattering the leaves, and the air was overwhelming.

"Oh hoo——"

The dazzling fireworks made the young men howl with excitement.

"It's not over yet!"

Ella grinned and waved her sleeves. Under the effect of the ritual, the heat in the air followed a specific trajectory and converged into her sleeve blade.

All changes are the source of the blade cultivator's power.

Most of the energy generated by the explosion would dissipate with the impact. She believed that with the high knight's resilience, he would not be killed by this blow, but what if the energy gathered in her hands, at one point?

How should the high knight deal with it after losing the protection of destiny?

"High Knight, nothing more than that!"

She exerted all her strength and instantly flew dozens of meters into the air. Heat streamed out from under her feet, like an owl catching a rabbit with all its might. The next moment, her sharp claws would hold the prey in her grasp.

The firelight faded, and Clara looked up at the falling Ella with an expressionless face. There was crackling magic crystal dust on her face, and some of the dead skin cells on her skin had fallen off.

"I can still hold on, but that's it. Do you dare to hide? Can you hide——"

Ella was so excited she couldn't contain herself, yet so filled with hatred she couldn't control herself. Right now, the enemy who had murdered her father and mother was right before her. Regardless of whether he was the same High Knight from before,...

A High Knight is a High Knight.

The empire's lackeys and butchers are the lingering nightmares of countless creatures and secret practitioners.

"die!!!"

The sleeve blade stabbed out.

The flames converged into one point and poured down on Clara's face.

But the hidden blade did not penetrate the tall knight's skin, or rather, it did not fall.

Clara was over two meters tall, with a mighty arm span. With a speed far faster than an eagle, she grabbed Ella's face, causing her to hover in the air, unable to move forward.

The bright light touched her face, making her complexion a little clearer.

"How... is this possible..."

Through Clara's fingers, Ella looked at the High Knight's ordinary, dull, calm face in disbelief.