The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

The elf couldn't bear it, but finally covered Ryan's face with a piece of cloth. She drove the invisible but sharp goblins to slowly cut open Ryan's clothes and chest, exposing the slow-clothed bacteria plaque, the foul-smelling heart, and the stomach.

Surprisingly, Ryan Chu's internal organs, aside from his heart, fused together in a twisted pattern, ultimately filling his body within the confines of his enormous stomach. The dense bacterial plaque seemed to be driving his body's neural network, and as the plaque squirmed, a strange symbol began to form.

"The Dark Elf's Secret Code... This code represents desecration, pollution, and growth." Iyana said in surprise, "He was cursed, and someone forced him to eat his own blood."

"Someone is driving me?"

"All virtues are transformed into sins, all beauty into ugliness, and all blessings into curses, in exchange for the continuation of life. But even life itself will be desecrated into an ugly dead thing."

Hestia asked, "So, besides this little brat, there were four other victims?"

"No, this isn't about individual or collective harm. It's a symbolic gesture. When the seeds sprout, it signifies the ritual's success," Iyana said seriously. "Your Highness, we must stop this ritual immediately, or else Cloudtop City could become a paradise for the living dead, a place even more foul than the ghouls."

"Palace..." At this moment, Ryan, with his face covered with cloth, hissed and whispered.

"what?"

"Mother... take me... to the palace..." Ryan repeated in a daze.

"Could it be the Yunling Medical Association?" Iyana speculated. "The most likely palace-style building Ryan would have come into contact with is the Yunling Medical Association. Maxime Vallee is also a member of the medical association."

Hestia pondered for a moment and nodded: "Let's go and take a look."

"What about this child?" Chloe hesitated to speak.

"Its corpse is still worth studying. Send it to the Medical Association... No, burning it is easier."

Hestia originally wanted to see if the Medical Association could find a solution to the bacterial virus, but she suddenly thought of Maxime Vallee and Madame Baiyu, as well as the birth celebration that the ghoul had mentioned.

If the Medical Association is the lair of those people...

"Iyana, take my written order and supervisory seal to the military headquarters immediately to mobilize a battalion," Hestia said seriously. "All members of the Medical Association and their families must be monitored. No one can be left out!"

Filthy life, doctor, alchemy of flesh and blood, why hadn't she thought of it before?

The people who understand these evil arts best are not the necromancers who steal corpses and rob graves, nor the potion scholars who can turn anything into medicine. Instead, they are the experts from the Royal Medical College and the Yunling Medical Society who research all the forbidden knowledge for the empire!

The best outcome is that there are bad guys in Yunling Medical Association, and she finally successfully finds them out, and everything is fine.

And the worst...

I'm afraid the entire medical association will have to go through a bloodbath.

Because of the rebellion, the Yunling Iron Army was mobilized. In less than two hours, 1,200 Iron Army soldiers were ready to set out, setting up heavy artillery and a tight net around the crown-like building on the hill.

The Empire's heaviest weapons are the Pilots—arcane-powered, heavily armored warriors—and the second heaviest are the artillery.

When faced with the endless sea of ​​undead and the immortal Chaos Demons, apart from the High Knights and Armored Knights, almost no one can stand on such a battlefield. Cannons forged from various metals, loaded with corresponding magic crystals and engraved with arcane magic have become indispensable weapons.

It is not only to blast open the city defenses, but also to temporarily transform the terrain and climate of an area.

Of course, the disadvantages are also obvious, namely, it costs a huge amount of money and is extremely heavy.

Hestia was gazing at the magnificent building on the hill two kilometers away when a high knight with the rank of major approached and asked, "Your Highness, should we raze the Medical Association to the ground first, or proceed gradually?"

"No rush. I just invited you here to keep the place in good order," Hestia said. "Iyana, Chloe, first, come with me to visit the famous Yunling Medical Association."

Iyana was capable enough to take her away calmly. If there was any problem with medical science, it would not be too late to make a decision later.

She would be too wasteful to destroy the empire's important research institute and the crown of Yunling Province just because of some speculation.

"Your Highness... I don't need it, right?" Chloe trembled.

She didn't really want to run a dungeon with the princess. The scene in the sewers last time was terrifying enough, and this time they were accompanied by an elite army of high knights. Even if the prime minister came, he would have a hard time trying to pry open the shell of such a fire-breathing turtle.

"You brought the information, so of course you have to come along." Hestia kicked Chloe forward unceremoniously. "Don't think you're helping me investigate. The Iron Army is also helping you identify clues related to the bacteria and virus. Since the sisters don't want you, then you have to take over!"

Volume 63: Dreamers: . Birthday Ceremony

The Yunling Medical Association is located in the rugged hills on the northern outskirts of Yunding City. Surrounded by manors and famous residences, it was once the most frequented area by celebrities and aristocrats during the social season between spring and summer.

When Hestia arrived, she found refugee camps scattered on the slope. Upon asking, she learned that the kind-hearted gentlemen of the Medical Association could not bear to see the people of the empire living in poverty, so they recruited homeless refugees for drug experiments. In addition to two meals a day, they also provided shelter and fifty shillings in payment.

This immediately attracted a large number of refugees to gather. Some of the refugees pouring in from the north of Genting City were absorbed by the princess's spectacular project, while the other part lined up outside the Medical Association waiting for a place.

Most of these refugees were emaciated. The long journey and hunger had long taken away their strength to speak. The tattered quilts could only protect them from the penetrating cold wind, so they could only drag their stiff bodies and huddle around the pile of firewood used to stew meat soup to keep warm.

When three women with extraordinary temperament and slim figures walked by, the refugees, regardless of gender, age or status, all looked at them with greedy and passionate eyes.

"I'm gonna strangle your legs..."

Chloe exclaimed. She didn't pay attention to the looks of these people, but instead saw the moths resting on her fingertips split up and finally landed quietly on the backs of those people's necks, while some moths spread their wings and flew towards the upper city.

Hestia's expression was solemn. Just as she was about to leave, several refugees in their prime, dressed in thick clothes, crawled over, holding a two-year-old child in their arms, who was either fast asleep or in eternal sleep. They begged, "Good lady, honorable lady, please give me some alms. My child hasn't eaten for three days—"

The princess looked down at him indifferently, Iyana frowned slightly, and Chloe crossed her arms with a sullen look on her face.

"I see you have quite a rich meal in your pot," said the princess.

"Ah, that's not enough for all of us. My dear lady, I devoutly worship the Supreme God-Emperor. The spirit of chivalry has long been ingrained in my bones. I beg you to have mercy on me. Even if I go hungry, it doesn't matter. At least let the woman and the child survive..."

Hestia smiled playfully. "Then you should know that in the eyes of the Imperial Knights, there is no essential difference between you, her, and them. Everyone has the obligation to contribute their worth to the Empire, and should not be greedy for anything in return."

There is no unified spirit of chivalry in the Empire. Because it rules over thousands of cultures and ethnic groups, the Imperial Knights will show distinct regional characteristics.

What the princess was saying at this moment was the spirit of the Northern Empire chivalry, who were loyal to the God-Emperor and dedicated their lives to the continuation and expansion of the Supreme Empire.

"This……"

"Besides, don't you have plenty of food?" Hestia smiled again.

"Miss, I don't understand what you mean. Please be kind..."

"Get lost, bastard."

Hestia's eyes suddenly became furious. Even though she was a young girl, her sinister and violent expression was enough to repel the beast.

The refugee was so frightened that he took a few steps back. He opened his mouth but found that he could not utter a word. He could only watch the three women walk towards the Medical Association.

"Bah, bitch!" He realized he had shown his weakness in front of a woman and cursed even louder, as if this could mask his panic. "If we weren't in the city, I'd definitely slaughter these bitches and cook them in a pot!"

He returned to the camp in disappointment, and saw rotten hands, feet and rat fur floating in the boiling iron pot.

The twenty or so refugees quickly divided it all up.

But as he had said to the silver-haired girl before, how could this amount of meat be enough?

"Damn it, how could you be so useless? You were released after just two days of drug testing!" He casually threw the child to the ground, then targeted an old woman and kicked her fiercely. "What use are you? Why don't you just die!"

"Batosh, it's your turn to prepare the next meal." At this time, a kind-looking man came over.

"Me? My belongings were eaten up along the way. Originally, those masters would give me some money for testing the medicine, but now... this is not really the wilderness. Those black guys are watching me. Where can I get my next meal?"

The honest man patted him on the shoulder, glanced at the old woman and the child on the ground, and walked away.

On the other side, after passing several refugee camps, Iyana hesitated and said, "Your Highness, what they just stewed seems to be..."

"Human flesh and rat flesh," Hestia said gravely. "I underestimated the impact of this disaster."

She was not worried about too many An An starving people, but if things continued to develop, not only the free will, but also the societies and cults hiding in the shadows would expand rapidly with the help of this disaster.

After thinking for a moment, the princess asked Chloe, "You don't seem surprised?"

Chloe was surprised and said, "Why should I be surprised? For as long as I can remember, Kasrat has been plagued by disasters every year. When I was four, there was a heavy rain and flood that submerged several neighboring towns. The plague was rampant, the living and the dead were buried together, children were abandoned, and people scavenged corpses from mass graves... Refugees broke into my house, and my father hacked three of them to death with a hunting knife."

"As expected of a hunter who roams around the monsters."

"Hehe, didn't I tell you? I saved the Cocoon Girl from a monster when I was thirteen, and that's when I started my path!" Chloe proudly raised her neck to receive the princess' praise. "You don't know, the way the Cocoon Girl looked at me back then was almost tearing..."

Hestia asked back, "So, she's not with you right now. Given the open-minded nature of the sisters, she'll definitely pull you into the group and commit to you, right?"

Chloe was choked by the princess' words. She muttered ambiguously, "I was only thirteen at the time, and sisters each had their own missions. It's normal for us to meet by chance..."

"Isn't that still a sign of not being liked?" Hestia commented sarcastically. "Only if someone likes you will be willing to commit to you. If not, you'll just have to wait until your next life to be treated like a slave."

The concept of reincarnation exists in this world, but it is limited to certain branches or powerful secret cultivators. However, unless it is absolutely necessary, almost no secret cultivators are willing to enter the cycle of reincarnation in the Styx.

Chloe was immediately displeased, but she couldn't find a way to refute the princess's words. Back then, she was much slovenlier than she is now. How could a wilderness hunter who smeared monster feces on her body to cover up her smell be so attractive?

As for the wire drawing, it's just self-boasting.

"We should investigate the Medical Association as soon as possible."

Chloe quickly changed the subject, not considering whether the "copy" here was dangerous.

Arriving at the entrance of the Medical Association, you will see mountain flowers carving the portraits of the first founders of the Medical Association 800 years ago. As there is no portrait of the leader anymore, the iconic bird-beak mask is used instead.

"Strange, why is there no one guarding the gate?" Hestia activated the [Eye of Truth], and the basic structure of the entire building came into view, revealing the hidden rooms, and the flames symbolizing spirits flickered.

Due to the great distance, Hestia was unable to peer deeper into the Medical Academy, as if a mist obscured her vision.

"Many people are gathered in the hall," Iyana said softly. Her spiritual perception was sharper than the princess's true eye.

"Go in and take a look?" Chloe asked uncertainly.

"Go in and have a look."

Hestia took the lead, and with Iyana protecting her, there was no question of who went first and who went behind.

As the princess entered the Medical Association, more than 20 elite sentinels swam out from the military station and quietly followed with their own cooperation.

The Medical Association was empty, and the reception hall, which was usually bustling with people, was now deserted.

The pure white wall paint is now covered with mold that is difficult to remove, and plaques and mushroom hyphae are spreading along hidden cracks.

Spiritual symbols that once appeared only in the Witch's Book are now actually eroding the material world.

"Iyana, have you arranged a retreat?" Hestia asked cautiously.

"No problem, Your Highness."

"That's good." Hestia nodded.

The person who created the spiritual changes here obviously had no intention of hiding anything, and Hestia soon arrived at a magnificent auditorium, which seemed to be the place where the Medical Association held celebrations or grand ceremonies.

But now, the sacred hall was occupied by cultists wearing triangular hooded cloaks. They stood in two rows, forming a path leading to the platform in the middle. On the wall at the end of the path, the golden holy relics bathed in holy glow were shedding tears of blood.

The Holy Relics are a symbol of the Divine Emperor's eternal path, signifying nurturing and immortality. They represent the Divine Emperor's benevolent side and also the manifestation of eternal life. They are worshipped by those who are loyal to the Empire.

It is portrayed as a thin, dry old man casting hot gold. The old man has a kind expression and his arms are open. Strands of molten gold seep into the ground, as if he is nourishing the world with his flesh and blood.

But now, the gilded statue is covered with indelible dirt, like rusty scrap iron washed by time, with a slightly matte luster.