The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

After Sharla's thunderous command, the densely packed, neatly arranged rows of rocket artillery fire behind the armored group, like ignited dragons, were the first to unleash furious flames. Shells, trailing long flames, roared through the sky with the force of thunder, raining down with unerring precision upon every corner of Turin.

Instantly, a series of earth-shattering explosions echoed, and the entire city of Turin seemed to have endured a doomsday catastrophe. Wherever the shells struck, city walls collapsed, and houses were instantly reduced to rubble. Raging fires soared into the sky, and thick smoke billowed, obscuring the sun. Countless innocent people, before they could react, were reduced to ashes in this terrifying firestorm, their screams and cries drowned out by the deafening explosions.

After this round of relentless rocket bombardment, the once bustling city of Turin was reduced to shattered ruins and devastation. The streets were littered with broken bricks and rubble, while piles of charred wood and twisted metal piled high. Once-beautiful buildings were now mere crumbling frames, and the air was filled with a chilling atmosphere of death and destruction.

However, the Great Zhou female soldiers' attack did not cease. Immediately afterwards, a swarm of small, nimble, yet incredibly powerful drones descended like a swarm of locusts. Carrying precision-guided bombs, they circled and danced in the air, searching for any remaining targets. With dazzling flashes of fire, those areas that had narrowly escaped the initial round of rocket fire were engulfed in flames, shattered to smithereens.

At that moment, a second, even more ferocious attack followed. This time, it was launched by a battery of large-caliber howitzers. These massive guns roared in unison, unleashing shells weighing hundreds of kilograms into Turin. Each explosion felt like the earth trembling, sending shockwaves sweeping across everything. After this round of bombardment, not a single intact house remained in the entire city of Turin; every building was razed to the ground, reduced to a desolate ruin.

Finally, as the smoke gradually cleared and the dust slowly settled, two hundred steel behemoths—tanks—began to slowly advance. Their black muzzles once again erupted with blazing flames, accompanied by bursts of roaring that resounded through the sky. For a moment, the entire sky above Turin was completely shrouded in thick smoke and dust, and even sunlight could not penetrate the darkness.

The two consuls and the high priest who had just hidden in the bunker were looking at the city of Turin after it was ravaged by artillery fire. They were now shrouded in fear. More than half of the 20,000-strong army had been killed by artillery fire in the city. Now there were less than 8,000 people alive or injured. Most of the others, including the civilians in the city, had been killed by artillery fire and turned into a pile of minced meat.

At this moment, Sharla issued another order, and one hundred tanks and one hundred armored vehicles began charging towards Turin, launching the final assault. The city gates were quickly blasted open by tank fire, and the walls crumbled piece by piece. The tanks and armored vehicles quickly surged into Turin. The remaining Roman soldiers tried to resist, but they had no chance against the Great Zhou soldiers. After all, they were trapped within a massive steel behemoth. Ancient weapons like bows and javelins were powerless against steel. The Roman soldiers were also torn apart by the tank fire and the armored vehicles' machine guns. Their heavy armor proved useless, as machine guns could easily penetrate steel, let alone their fragile iron and leather armor. Soon, the Roman soldiers fell one by one, and the remaining survivors, less than 10%, gathered around the two consuls, the high priest, and several religious leaders.

At this moment, Yu Youwei poked her head out of Sharla's tank and said to the two archons and the high priest, "I'll give you a fair duel. I'll personally challenge you to a cold weapon duel. If you win, you can leave. If you lose, you'll all die!" Before the two archons could reply, the high priest couldn't wait to respond, "Okay, how many of you will come up?"

Yu Youwei said: "There is only one of me, you can come together!" The high priest saw that there were still two thousand people on his side who could barely fight, and Yu Youwei said that she would fight alone, so he showed an imperceptible sneer, and secretly asked his religious strongmen to prepare to set up their suppression formation, and then let everyone use a round-robin battle to deal with Yu Youwei, so that Yu Youwei would slowly fall into the trap.

Yu Youwei was indeed a killing spree at first, besieging dozens of enemies in turns, but she was able to kill them one by one. She also showed everyone the powerful strength of the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm. Although the Roman soldiers fought hard, the gap between their realm and Yu Youwei was too great, and they were eventually killed by Yu Youwei one by one. With the last two hundred people left, the high priest had all the religious masters set up a formation and let them hide it among these two hundred people. He and the two consuls also joined the battle, and finally used these two hundred people to attack Yu Youwei in a group, delivering the final blow.

Yu Youwei, who had reached the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, holding a gleaming sword in hand. She stood firmly in the center of the circle of two hundred people. Her face was as sullen as water, her eyes cold, like an unshakable god of war, quietly awaiting her opponent's attack.

At this moment, the high priest narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping sinisterly over Yu Youwei's beautiful face, secretly plotting how to defeat her. He glanced at several high-level soldiers beside him, who nodded knowingly and instantly sprang up, charging towards Yu Youwei like a hurricane.

At the same time, the high priest and a group of religious leaders also cast powerful spells, muttering to themselves and dancing their hands rapidly. Mysterious runes flashed and intertwined in the air, forming a huge formation, which pressed down on Yu Youwei in an attempt to suppress her realm.

Facing the enemy's fierce attack, Yu Youwei remained unfazed, wielding her sword with impenetrable force, unleashing bursts of sharp sword energy, easily dispatching several charging soldiers. However, because the opponents she had previously encountered were generally weaker, Yu Youwei hadn't noticed the impact of the suppression of her realm.

As time went on, Yu Youwei, with her superb swordsmanship and extraordinary skills, killed many Roman soldiers in succession, leaving only the high priest, two consuls, and several religious masters struggling to hold on. Seeing this, these people looked at each other, roared in unison, and once again joined forces to besiege Yu Wei.

Everyone raised their swords, blocking Yu Youwei's powerful blow. At that moment, the high priest, who had been hiding in the shadows, suddenly appeared like a ghost. His figure was as fast as lightning, leaving no time for anyone to react. He was seen holding an extremely sharp dagger and stabbing Yu Youwei's throat with lightning speed.

Yu Youwei was startled and tried to turn quickly to meet the enemy, but was surprised to find that her movements were two steps slower than usual. Before she could recover, the high priest's dagger had already ruthlessly cut her throat. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding ground red.

It was only at this moment that Yu Youwei finally realized that she had been suppressed by her opponent's realm. Unfortunately, it was too late...