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

The four female generals of the Great Zhou were actually attacked and killed at the same time. Su Mei was resting in her tent. Although she had a pistol with her, the Pope personally led people to attack her, so before she could get her pistol, it was snatched away by the master of the land fairyland of the Holy See. Of course, at this level, bullets are actually ineffective, but as a consolation, Su Mei only felt her heart tighten, and she had a premonition that the situation today was a little serious. She looked at the master of the Holy See in front of her and knew that her opponent was one level higher than herself, so she knew the situation was quite serious. She was thinking about how to resolve the crisis.

However, no one could have imagined that the Pope, silently watching all this from the shadows, had already made every possible preparation, like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, waiting for the perfect moment to strike a fatal blow. Just as everyone was still immersed in the tense atmosphere of the battle, a crisp and chilling sound suddenly rang out—"Puchi."

A flash of cold light passed, and Su Mei's beautiful head was instantly torn from her slender, white neck. Su Mei's once beautiful eyes widened, filled with a complex mix of disbelief, resentment, and endless anger. These emotions seemed to solidify in the moment upon the fallen head, making her face appear even more hideous and terrifying.

Su Mei was a supreme master, possessing the power of the Heavenly Realm Great Perfection! She had endured countless life-or-death battles throughout her life, never having imagined that one day she would be beheaded so easily with a single sword strike. This sudden outcome left her feeling incredibly resentful and aggrieved, her anger flaring up. But no matter how she struggled, the cruel reality was unchangeable.

Su Mei's head tumbled to the ground, and the moment it separated from her body, time seemed to freeze. Her face still held a look of resentment and frustration, her eyes wide open, as if she were trying to utter something. Blood gushed out from her broken neck like a crimson fountain, splashing onto the surrounding ground, forming shocking pools of blood.

Without the support of her head, her body collapsed to the ground, her once slender legs twisted. A warm liquid slowly flowed between her legs, mingling with the blood, creating a strange and tragic scene. The liquid's color was similar to blood, yet it carried a distinct warmth, as if the last trace of warmth in Su Mei's life was fading.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, making one nauseous. The pungent smell filled the entire space, as if telling of the brutal slaughter. Su Mei's headless body lay there quietly, lifeless, her beauty and strength vanished in that moment.

Her delicate body collapsed to the ground, her once firm skin losing its luster, turning pale and cold. Blood continuously gushed from her neck, bathing her body in a sea of ​​crimson. The blood-water mixture was like a horrific painting, depicting Su Mei's tragic end.

Su Mei's legs twitched in their final moments, seemingly trying to struggle, but ultimately, she was powerless. Her body gradually stiffened, and her life force gradually faded. Her death, so sudden and tragic, left one with a wave of regret and grief for this once supreme master.

At that moment, her head rolled on the cold, hard ground with a dull thud. Simultaneously, a stream of crimson, boiling blood gushed out from her broken neck, gushing out like a thick column, splattering everywhere. The horrifying scene was simply unbearable to watch, and the air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood. Su Mei's slender legs twitched twice, and warm liquid flowed from between them. Mixing with the blood from her broken neck, it formed a bloody stain on the ground, making the headless Su Mei look even more miserable. Su Mei's legs twitched twice more, and finally, she could no longer move, and her entire body went completely limp.

In this way, this magical female general who was once famous throughout the world and had made great military achievements ended her glorious life in an extremely tragic way under the assassination carefully planned by the Pope of Rome, and bid farewell to this world forever.

In this breathtaking moment, four valiant female generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty were brutally murdered by the Eastern Roman Emperor and the almighty Pope. In a carefully orchestrated attack, they fell in a pool of blood, their lives instantly withered. Even more outrageous, these ruthless enemies mercilessly chopped off their noble heads and triumphantly brought them back to the magnificent yet bloody Byzantine palace.

Four blood-soaked, horrifying heads hung alone on the towering city wall, like four heavy tombstones, silently telling the story of the extremely tragic battle.

Yu Youwei's head, once beautiful and ethereal, was now completely stained with crimson blood, making her look like a withered, blood-red flower. Her eyes, once bright and lively, were wide open, as if she was marveling at the horrific scene of her decapitation. Her hair swayed gently in the breeze. The hair that once flew freely on the battlefield now lacked its former vitality, appearing pale and weak.

Looking at Yu Lingna's head again, despite being severed from her body, her expression remained resolute and resolute, without a trace of fear. From her wide-open eyes, one could clearly sense an unyielding rage blazing. The corners of her slightly raised mouth seemed to hold a faint sneer, as if mercilessly mocking the enemy's despicable actions.

The sight of Sharla's head was equally heartbreaking. Her beautiful face was already covered in blood, but even so, it could not conceal her innate noble temperament. Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, now tangled with the blood on the ground, forming a picture of poignant beauty and incomparable tragedy.

Finally, Su Mei's head appeared. Two distinct tear marks lay beneath her wide-open eyes, and her clenched teeth betrayed the deepest persistence and perseverance within her heart. Perhaps these tear marks represented her deep attachment and endless yearning for her distant loved ones; or perhaps they symbolized her resentful roar against the cruelty of fate.

Four heads, four souls once full of vigor and fighting spirit, now suffer ruthless trampling and insults on the walls of this foreign city. Perhaps their heroic spirits truly linger in the air, witnessing all this injustice and evil, awaiting the moment of revenge.

Afterwards, the four blood-soaked heads were mercilessly hung atop the city walls like trophies, exposed to the elements and the sun, under scrutiny from all sides. The Roman priests stood in the distance, pointing and muttering, wantonly insulting these once-renowned female generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Officials, with expressions of contempt, sneered and commented. The soldiers cheered, as if they had achieved some remarkable victory. Even the common people, influenced by this atmosphere, cast scornful and disdainful glances toward the city walls.

Pity these four once-brilliant and skilled female generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who met such a tragic end in a foreign land, beheaded and publicly displayed, and then endured such humiliation even after death. However, their heroic spirits may not have departed, but lingered in the sky for a long time, witnessing the enemy's evil deeds and waiting for the opportunity for revenge...