The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

In the mountains and forests adjacent to the coast, several slender figures wearing leather cloaks stood on the slopes shaded by trees.

"Commander, why haven't we attacked Cloudtop City these past two days and distributed this ill-gotten loot?" After looting several lightly guarded docks, a rebel with a worried look and a mustache asked, gazing at the blazing docks below. "If we keep going this way, even if we capture Cloudtop City, all we'll have left is ruins."

"Occupy Genting? With you?" The ordinary-looking middle-aged man shook his head. "With our current strength, we're no match for the Iron Army. This unrest will subside in a few months, or even two to three years. What we need to do is to replenish our strength as much as possible and bide our time."

"But countless people in Cloudtop City are starving! You said we want to use this to inspire their resolve to resist the empire and let the flag of freedom fly across the land of Fran..."

"But that doesn't mean we have to go with them." The middle-aged man's eyes were calm. "No matter what they choose, the world will see the empire's brutality and the disasters caused by their evil experiments. More Frans will rise up in resistance. That's the meaning of life."

"Then we burned the supplies and looted the port just to..."

"Adding fuel to the flames of rebellion will only fuel the dying empire." The middle-aged man shook his head and headed towards the mountains. "Let's go. Now is not the time for us to shine. Our roots are in the Yunling Mountains. Even if the coastal cities are reduced to ruins, it won't affect our strength..."

There was a muffled sound, and the melancholy man stabbed the middle-aged man in the back with a knife, and twisted the dagger coated with poison fiercely.

However, this did not make the middle-aged man lose his fighting power instantly. Instead, it made him shocked and angry: "Finn, you dare!"

He roared, and the entire hillside trembled. Rock-like changes attached to his body. With a wave of his arm, long spikes suddenly emerged and forced the melancholy man back dozens of meters.

"What are you standing there for? Kill him—"

Before he could finish his words, a gunshot was heard and a bullet broke into his eye socket and exploded, but there was no sound of explosion.

"Ah! You guys!"

The middle-aged man's eyeballs were shattered, but a fire was brewing in his eye sockets - he used the power of the transformation path to stop the explosion of the magic crystal gunpowder, and the impact energy gathered in his eyes.

"Shh!"

The violent waves in his eyes burst out towards the gunman, causing the gunman to lose balance in his dodging. The middle-aged man was like a tiger attacking a rabbit. The rock covering his body faded away in an instant, replaced by a light and fast-moving snowstorm.

He quickly drew out his hunting knife and cut a thin line on the gunman's neck.

Blood splattered in the sky and heads rolled.

"Kill him, or we will all die! Remember the promise of the Black Sea Baron!" The melancholy man called Finn roared, but quietly retreated more than ten meters away.

Several people attacked the middle-aged man.

"How dare you—"

The blades gathered together, and the young man's soul shed the snow and wind once again, returning to the dark and solid rock. His form evolved with the environment, and he quickly built a wall of earth to block the gunfire.

"Be careful of explosions!"

A voice shouted, and then a tube of explosives filled with magic crystal dust and with a lit fuse drew a perfect parabola in the air and fell behind the earth wall.

Everyone got down immediately.

"boom--"

The earth wall exploded, and a strange figure with blood dripping and stone shell peeling staggered out. As soon as he stood still, he bent his calves again and rushed towards the nearest person.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! You traitors!"

The middle-aged man smashed the man's head with one punch, venting his anger crazily.

"Everyone, come together. The Black Sea Baron will be here soon with the High Knight. He has been poisoned by the Mercury Bone Dragon and is at the end of his rope!" Finn shouted angrily.

"Finn! You defected to the Empire!"

The middle-aged man was obviously feeling weak. He didn't have a master who was proficient in potions by his side, nor did he have the self-healing ability of the Eternal Path. He could feel the toxins surging in his blood vessels and bone marrow, entangled with his spirituality, and unable to be separated by power.

"I didn't defect to the Empire, I chose Mercy!" Finn said righteously, "Why do you think we rebelled?"

"Of course..." the middle-aged man opened his mouth.

"In the past six months, you have slaughtered at least eighty nobles, if not a hundred. Yet, what have we gained? Disaster? Turmoil? Ruins?"

"Aren't you fighting for the freedom of tens of millions of Frans?"

"Freedom to die? Fuck you!" Fern covered his ears and hid behind a stone shelter. The explosion just now caused some blood to flow out of his ears.

"You are a Fran, and it is your duty to revive Fran! Do you want to be a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy at the feet of those exploitative dragons?!" The middle-aged man was furious.

"The worst order is better than no order! Let's not waste any more words..." Another gloomy gunman, noticing the commander's weakening momentum, slowly approached. "Speak frankly. Princess, trade your head for our futures, and incidentally, the lives of innocent people."

"The Empire is fickle. You will regret this sooner or later," the middle-aged man glared. "You have killed so many nobles with me. How could the Empire let you go?"

"Commander, don't talk nonsense. You did it all by yourself, so don't take my buddies with you." Another rebel shook his head slightly.

Rebellion against the empire was always a dead end, and killing so many nobles made it impossible to get any pardon.

Killing people in rivers of blood to deter evildoers is the empire's consistent strategy for ruling its vast territory.

Therefore, the few of them had no idea of ​​rebellion at first, until the Black Sea Baron came to them with sincerity.

Baron Alain Pierre, the Black Sea baron, was a young free will fighter active in Cloudtop City. He moved people with emotion and reason, and ultimately moved everyone with his compassion for all living beings.

In the past, if you didn't surrender, the Empire would have adopted a strategy of annihilating your entire clan and killing them to the bitter end. But now, with a saintly-hearted princess at the helm and a greater cause at hand, if not now, when would you call for peace?

As soon as the thought of the imperial edict came into being, the world suddenly became wider, and everyone suddenly felt that this terminally ill empire could still be saved.

After listening to his subordinates' high-sounding statements, the middle-aged man was furious. He forced himself to let go of the suppression of the poison and was determined to kill these people on the spot.

He swung his arms in a circle, and a blizzard began to converge on the entire hillside.

It was cold and blurry, blinding even the spiritual perception of the secret cultivators.

"Be careful, he still has some..."

Before one of the rebels could finish his words, he was punched in the chest, and the blood in his body instantly boiled and rushed towards his heart.

"force……"

Pour into the snow.

"Next..." The middle-aged man flashed across the layers of snow and appeared behind Finn, "It's you!"

Fists and blades flew, cold rays collided, and clanging sounds continued one after another, as if swords were breaking in the shocking confrontation.

"Buzz!"

A deep roar exploded the blizzard, the snow curtain dissipated, and the middle-aged man grabbed Finn's neck.

"Damn it... why haven't you... Damn necromancer, you betrayed me..." Finn was gasping for breath. He looked at his other companions and opened his mouth wide, "Come and save me..."

"die!"

Just as the middle-aged man was about to crush Finn's neck bones, a long sword was thrown at him, cutting off his arm including the elbow, and blood gushed out.

He looked in doubt and astonishment towards the direction where the long sword came from, only to see four gentlemen in leather clothes following behind a group of military officers.

"Ahem! Baron Black Sea, save me! Lord High Knight, save me!" Finn's face lit up with joy, no longer worried. He had never admired a High Knight as much as he did now.

"Who are you!" the middle-aged man froze the short blade and asked sternly.

"Will Schmidt."

The officer walked across the snow toward the middle-aged man.

Draw your gun and shoot.

……

The rebellion in Yunling continued, but the rebels around Yunding City were quickly suppressed. Even though many remnants fled into the mountains, they could no longer pose any threat to the coastal plains.

The ones who really made great contributions were the kind-hearted citizens, especially the rat people.

Even before the rebellion began, many ratmen had been using the pretext of rebellion to freeload at various secret gatherings, while secretly writing letters of denunciation and gathering intelligence. Many of the ratmen living in the sewers had already multiplied for generations, no longer being used as military animals to feed on army rations. Life was difficult, and to survive in the city, many ratmen simply became spies for the rebels. However, the news that the princess had appointed a ratman as a Knight of the Iron Order spread throughout the entire Yunling ratmen intelligence network within a week, causing the ratmen to once again turn their attention to the tower.

Military animals were knighted? Did I hear that right?!

Very few ratmen could receive such an honor, which meant that they were no longer lowly slaves, but upright knights of the Iron Army. Even if it was only an honorary title, their lives and status would be greatly improved.

Normally, only the royal family of the Skaven clan was eligible to become a knight. But now, there was no need to wage war, no need to face those legendary demonic alien races. All one had to do was move his little claws and poke two marks on the scribbled envelope. Then, there was a chance to become the knight of his dreams, living in the sunshine and breathing fresh air...

Free will? Sorry, we're not close. Let's not contact each other anymore.

This directly destroyed the little credibility the ratmen had left among the rebels, and even made it difficult for those ratmen who truly supported free will to move forward.

After the Falcon delivered this information, Hestia specifically asked for several copies of the ratmen's letters and tabloids. The text in them was distorted and even the words were unique. I'm afraid that even a Tibetan cultivator who is familiar with linguistics cannot translate it.

However, the enthusiasm of the ratmen was exactly what she wanted. As long as she was sure that the cheap title of "knight" was useful to the ratmen, she could use it to promote it to the local area and attract ratmen clans to migrate to the border on a large scale.

All the empire needs to do is to improve the status of some ratmen. As for the material treatment, the ratmen "knights" probably receive less than one-fifth of the squire of an imperial knight.

The princess planned to arm a group of ratmen clans, so that after the empire withdrew its minions from this unprofitable territory, it would still have animals that were truly loyal to the empire to cheer it on.

Individually, the Skaven are weak, with only one in a million capable of becoming mystical practitioners. However, they still possess the potential to perceive dreams, allowing some to draw lost residues from the Sea of ​​Origin, extracting mystical arts and foul curses from them, and thus becoming priests within their clans, ensuring they are not completely defenseless against mystical arts.

In the study, Hestia opened the curtains, and the winter sunlight shone on the documents.

After several days of turmoil, the zombies and rebels in Cloudtop City have ceased their movements. Chloe's investigation revealed that some of the rebels had released bacteria and viruses at secret gathering places, inciting rebellion. No fewer than 50,000 mobs have been bewitched. If Madam Baiyu had not been exiled by Iyana, who knows how much greater the disaster would have been.

This confirmed what the rebel said in the forest prison.

"Are you willing to hasten the empire's collapse at the expense of all Fran..." Hestia muttered to herself as she stared at the glaring sunlight. She turned back to the Knight Commander at the desk, "Clara."

"Your Highness, please give me your instructions."

"Take my handwritten letter to the Governor-General. Tell him that the rebels in the mountains can be left alone for now, but that commercial production in Yunling must be restored as soon as possible."

The essence of the Yunling Province is all in the coastal plains. The empire has little control over the territories in the mountains. Even if it wants to deal with the rebels there, it can only wait until a large number of ratmen migrate.

But by then, she probably wouldn't have to worry about the rebellion in Yunling.

"Yes." Clara's complexion recovered well.

A week ago, Hestia personally ordered the retrieval of a rare artifact imbued with a strand of the Root of Order from the Lorraine family's treasury. This artifact, immensely beneficial even for those on the path of grasping the image, was a rare find among the Lorraine family's collection. After the Knight-Commander's fusion, as long as she didn't suddenly change her path, it would only be a matter of time before she could fully realize her true self.

After Clara left, Hestia sat back at her desk and flipped open an adventurer's tabloid that hadn't passed the imperial censorship but was circulated in the Seven Seas.

The headline in the newspaper was eye-catching: Beware of candy traps - despicable dragonlets are stealing the crown of Fran!

Dreams exist beyond the laws of reality. So far, there has never been any record or myth that can fully describe them.

It is boundless, and leaves reflections in the material world for people to ponder.

Although it does not actually exist, the mysteries and forks of history have left traces in it.

Only when your consciousness and thoughts open the corresponding eight doors through the ritual, can you enter the vast three-cornered realm of the Seven Infinite Dreams.

The true Dream Realm encompasses the mists of chaos and the wells of demonic maggots, connecting to countless material and immaterial worlds, towering above all beings in a way mortals cannot comprehend. Within the Dream Realm, even esoteric practitioners are but sailors setting sail on the vast ocean, their beacons their beacons, their paths their routes. Every wave beckons the sailor with desires that sink, yet also serves as the driving force that propels them forward.