The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

A high knight said, "Is she dead? I saw the Knight Commander ramming concentrated rune explosives down her throat."

Mines: "The One Who Knows has entered the Root Way. You may die, but she may not."

Despite the deafening roar of the explosion, the High Knights suffered no more than minor injuries. Furthermore, the suppression of their occult skills would also be greatly weakened.

This stems from the decree of the Divine Emperor Juedi Tiantong. What belongs to Mengsu belongs to Mengsu, and what belongs to the human world belongs to the human world, but what belongs to Mengsu and the human world all belong to the Supreme Divine Emperor.

Because of their laws, myths could no longer descend upon the world, and no mortal could ascend to heaven. During the two hundred years of the Divine Emperor's reign, even the door of the Prime Minister was rarely knocked upon by seekers of truth.

This is not only a way to control the ascension of mortals, but also the inheritance and tradition of the Juemengsu mythology. The specific manifestation is that the Supreme Empire sweeps across the world, and the high tower field simultaneously suppresses other existences in the Mengsu to the point of suffocation.

This is the power bestowed upon order by the Divine Emperor, signifying absolute control over others and oneself.

"Kakakakakakakaka..."

Countless pieces of gravel fell into the hourglass-like pit like quicksand, and a slender female body as bright as the burning golden sun emerged.

It looks like an insect but not an insect, like a human but not a human, with a distorted posture, as if its original skin has been peeled off and it was carved by a drunken craftsman.

Only on the head hanging from the long neck could one make out Noelle's face.

Hundreds of arms grew out of its abdominal cavity, biting one of Clara's arms. The Knight Commander had a stern expression on his face. He lunged forward and punched. Invisible air waves surged and spread, and the funnel-shaped pit collapsed again, its radius suddenly expanding by half.

However, the golden worm remained unmoved, like a cast statue, as solid as a mountain.

"Tear!"

Clara changed her strategy and struggled to free her arm. All the obstructions caused the golden worm's hands to break and golden blood to splash. However, a shocking scratch that was deep enough to see the bone appeared on the knight commander's arm.

A high knight asked in surprise, "She's already a worm, so why does she still possess the power of a high knight?"

"Because worms are parasitic on twisted paths, they are like our shadows, the other side that we cannot accept." Clara's solemn voice echoed in the deep pit, and her hands trembled slightly.

The High Knight's body is maintained in perfect condition by a structured order. Any damage to it means a destruction of order and will be retaliated by the decree.

The golden worm that Clara faced still possessed the power of a high knight. The fight just now caused serious injuries to both sides.

Their injuries healed slowly, like a deformed rubber band returning to its original shape, but Clara's was slower.

"Hehehe... The princess sent you and so many high knights to set this up for me. Are you overestimating me?" The face of the golden worm, belonging to Noelle, sneered coldly. "Have you ever considered the consequences of making an enemy of the Tinson family?"

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, a bright light hit his face.

Mines fell backwards under the huge back seat, but he quickly stood up and continued to stuff sand and gravel into the hand cannon.

This hand cannon wasn't standard equipment for the High Knights, but rather a ceremonial vessel imbued with spiritual energy during their ascension ceremony. Any substance could be melted into ammunition within the hand cannon's thick, short barrel, ignited with spiritual energy, and poured forth.

Thick sand and dirt, thicker than cast iron, hit Noelle's face. Scorching flames exploded with the flames, and then there was a loud sound of metal colliding, which made the golden worm's face sink, making it look ugly and funny.

Before the golden worm recovered from its brief stiffness, several people around Mines surrounded it and stood in six directions, relying on the terrain to form a seal to restrict the golden worm from casting evil spells.

Mines patrolled the periphery in an orderly manner, with wind, sand and fire converging towards the barrel of the hand cannon, ready to fire.

"Tinson should be ashamed of you."

Another shot hit the chest.

There was an obvious dent in the golden worm's body, but more arms emerged from it, densely packed, like thousands of flowers blooming.

Each hand captured the souls of everyone from a distance.

"Distortion? Shadows? How could a mere mortal understand that it is intense emotion and longing that propels seekers to the summit of the cloud?" The golden worm laughed wildly. "Fools who suppress their longing and live in illusions, let me see how much unspeakable secrets are hidden in your minds!"

In an instant, the scene in the valley suddenly changed. The pale purple and golden crescent moon in the sky was covered with blood. A tide of blood composed of worms surged out of the mountaintops, as if to submerge everything in the valley.

"Illusion? Secret technique? Dharma image? No..."

Clara's eyes showed strangeness. She felt the changes in the surrounding environment. This was a manifestation of power interfering with the rules of matter.

Even if one were to grasp the image, it would be difficult to cause such a change. This was a function that only the legendary myths could wield. Wherever the myths existed, there was a realm of power, and all living and dead things would change according to their laws.

But soon, Clara's expression returned to normal.

"The interference of the powers isn't strong. That's right. The Divine Emperor has decreed that those legends cannot descend upon the mortal realm. So, is it a vessel for a mythical being among the worms, manifesting some of their power through her body?"

Clara's knowledge of history was almost nonexistent, and she had no idea what myths existed among the worms. However, even if the golden worms cast a barrier similar to a domain, Clara would risk her life to save her life, as long as the myths didn't appear.

What's more, the abnormal movement before his eyes was superficial, and the brutal, bloody and hateful resentment could not shake the High Knight's mind at all.

Having made up her mind, Clara took out a thick cowhide book from her coat and placed it in the pool of blood.

She said sternly, "Master Inspector, if you continue to hide and not contribute, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain yourself to the princess."

From the woods, the lanky Stein slowly emerged. His expression calm, he said, "Executing Noel Tinson is your mission. If I join without permission, wouldn't that be an abuse of power?"

"But now, she is indeed a worm, and dealing with heresy is the duty of the Inquisition."

"Makes sense."

Stein smiled wryly.

The fact that these High Knights hid explosives in the conference hall without prior notice was enough to make Stein bear a grudge, so when Noel showed the terrifying aura of the golden worm, he simply chose to protect himself and watch the High Knights' performance.

But Clara wouldn't give him the chance to watch. Regardless, facing the volatile situation in the empire, since everyone was willing to board the princess' flagship, they must devote themselves to it until their death.

"I don't want you to do anything more, just help others build a cage and trap her and me inside."

Boneless bodies twisted like blood-red snakes around Clara's ankles, but she remained unmoved. Neither did the cowhide book that stood in the pool of blood, which could not be wetted or soaked.

"You want to fight her yourself? My Lord, from what I've seen, she's far stronger than you. Chasing her one-on-one just to show off is not a wise decision."

"This isn't bravado. Only I can kill her," Clara said, her gaze blazing as she focused intently on the golden worms stirring up the pool of blood. "I need to create an absolutely sealed environment so she can't escape."

"Do as you say!"

Stein did not ask any more questions, because he saw that the body of the golden worm was getting bigger and bigger, and the tall knights whose heads were captured by it from a distance all had varying degrees of irritation in their eyes.

If it is delayed any longer, not to mention that it will corrupt the high knights, it will be easy for them to be injured for several days and lose their ability to pursue.

But the High Knight's mission this time is to eliminate Noel Tinson. Whether for political struggle or for the purpose of eradicating the worms, they must leave the golden worms here.

If she were allowed to escape, this action might really be framed as a Hongmen Banquet!

Without hesitation, Stein raised his scepter and, with the tacit cooperation of several high knights, began to cast a wide-area confinement.

Although he had never dealt with the Chief Judge, as they were both from the Iron Cross, they knew each other very well. As soon as Stein raised his butt, Mines knew what he was going to do.

Of course, even if you dislike the censor, you can't say it out loud.

The seal was established, and everyone quickly retreated to the high slopes. In the valley where blood was ankle-deep, only Clara and a huge golden worm were left.

Those bodies had climbed onto her shoulders and were invading her soul with obscene language.

Figures of people, some mourning, some fearful, some resentful, some filled with grief and indignation, swirled around her. Thousands and thousands of them were the souls she had once killed.

"How confident are you that a mere fighting cage can hold me? Haha... How come I didn't realize you're so delicious?" The golden worm let out a harsh, hoarse voice. "With so many souls gone, it's a shame you didn't turn them into ghosts."

Clara said calmly, "My weapons are only used for the benefit of the Heavenly Dragon. All my killings have never been motivated by desire or pleasure."

"Are you confessing? How strange! You still have some sympathy and guilt? They deserve to die—saying something you don't even believe, does that alleviate the guilt you feel?"

The golden worm swirled around Clara and wrapped her up, gradually moving closer to her ear, gently blowing a bloody and dirty wind.

"Whether he should die or not is not for me to decide."

"Because you're a Celestial Dragon's dog, you're just following orders—how could a high knight like you avoid thinking in this way!"

The golden worm laughed and wrapped itself tighter.

"boom!"

Clara punched the golden worm right in the face.

The latter laughed instead of getting angry: "Are you anxious? Are you angry? Are you starting to give up on yourself after being stabbed in the heart? Let me see the anger deep in your heart again, let me see what kind of coward this dignified Knight Commander is -"

Clara still looked normal, but her five fingers were embedded in the huge head of the golden worm, as if she was tightly grasping the thousand-legged body of the hundred-foot-long golden python.

She said calmly, "How can a person not have emotions? Sadness, joy, anger, pity. I know full well that every outburst of emotion is a glimpse into the true desires and hopes behind it. And you, worm, slave to desire and passion, I think Your Highness has missed one point. Your temptations include not only hatred and resentment, but also murder."

The golden worm's grin widened, unable to contain its excitement, as if it had spotted a once-in-a-lifetime catch. It was filled with frenzied excitement: "The more you resist, the closer you are to me. The more you enjoy it, the closer you are to me. Precisely because you are human, the moment you become aware of me, you can no longer escape. You think you can kill me? That's wishful thinking! As long as you harbor a grudge, you will always be enslaved by me!"

"Would you like to see your own blood?"

"Well……"

The golden worm was stunned. It suddenly discovered that its immortal and eternal body had shattered at some point.

Clara's arm slowly dissolved under the corrosion of the poisonous blood.

"This is……"

"Time Notes." Clara smiled a rare smile. "My ritual vessel."

"No, how can you hurt me? This is my domain, my world, and you are just a mortal in the realm of understanding—"

The High Knight was not a mortal by any means, but to his enemy and the vague memories passed down from generation to generation, the mortal before him was too weak to withstand a single blow.

perhaps……

It's not that she has become stronger, but that it has become weaker.

Over countless years, after repeated failures, the worms have long lost their former terror.

But it is still the enemy, the son of the evil maggot, and one of the most fundamental temptations.

"I can explain it to you slowly, as this technique takes time to develop," Clara began slowly. "When I was nine, I encountered a lone cloud wolf in the forest. I was no match for it, so I could only wrap myself around its back, biting the fur on its neck and refusing to let go. In the end, it died, having exhausted itself to death. It wasn't glorious, as I couldn't even bite through its hide."

Feeling the eternal order leaving her body, the familiar fatigue and pain surged into her brain, but Clara looked more excited than ever.

She remained calm, but the light in her eyes seemed to be revitalized.

"Later, I discovered that I was very skilled at bringing powerful enemies down to my level, then defeating them with my greater experience. This affected the power of the Codex of Time, causing me to slowly degenerate into a mortal body while it was in use. And you, you will degenerate in my direction."

Clara stared at the golden worm. The thousand-legged python coiled into a tower, as majestic as a mountain.

"Perhaps the Divine Emperor has mercy on me and has granted me justice."

"Fairness?! How dare you, a barking house dog, talk about justice?!"

The golden worm was about to chew up the mortal in front of it, but found that it could not break free from Clara's hand...even though the flesh and blood of that hand was suffering from severe corrosion.

No…it’s not that it can’t break free from the mortal in front of it.

But it cannot break free from its own huge body.