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

Chapter 334 The Death of the Eastern Roman Emperor and the Fall of the Pope

At this moment, the bodies of the four female generals seemed to be enveloped by a mysterious power, constantly emitting vibrant vitality. Countless blood and energy converged like a torrent, as if setting off a raging storm within them.

Against the backdrop of blood, Yu Lingna's blue lip gloss and sapphire lip ring shone even more dazzlingly, like the brightest stars in the night sky. Her skin gradually became crystal clear, and her jade-like face exuded a charming brilliance.

Yu Youwei's green lipstick became even more emerald, like the freshest green leaves in the forest. Her body, nourished by flesh and blood, was now filled with strength, like a forest elf, light and agile.

Yu Youwei's realm had successfully advanced to the peak of the Heavenly Realm, and there were signs of further breakthroughs. Her aura was becoming increasingly powerful, as if she could rival the heavens and the earth.

Yu Lingna, on the other hand, had directly broken through to the Great Perfection of the Celestial Realm. Thanks to the blessing of the priest's inheritance, she possessed the strength of a pseudo-terrestrial immortal realm. Her eyes gleamed with confidence and majesty, as if she could penetrate the mysteries of all things in the world. She could now easily fight against opponents of higher levels, displaying unparalleled combat talent.

Su Mei and Sha'erla reached the Land Heaven Realm directly. The shameful experiences of the past two days had become the catalyst for their breakthrough. Their bodies had undergone astonishing changes, becoming even more impressive and curvaceous. Their strength had also been greatly enhanced, their realm having risen by at least one level.

After this tragedy, the four female generals emerged like phoenixes, a blessing in disguise. Their strength, far from diminishing, has intensified. The fame of the Great Zhou's female generals will grow even louder across the continent, their stories becoming legendary. Though they endured brutal torture, beheadings, and parades, their resurrection is their time for revenge and the reclaiming of their rightful glory.

Yu Youwei, Yu Lingna, Princess Elena, and Aisha moved through the night like ghosts, their figures like apparitions, silently and stealthily approaching the Eastern Roman Emperor. Their eyes gleamed with determination and coldness, and the blades in their hands flashed with a cold gleam.

Yu Shanshan, Yu Suwei, and Sharla Sumei approached the Pope from another direction. Their steps were light and swift, as if blending into the darkness. Their gazes were as sharp as hawks, firmly locked on their target.

As they approached the Emperor and the Pope, their movements suddenly became swift and ferocious. Yu Youwei leaped like a cheetah, her blade slashing across the Emperor's neck at astonishing speed, sending blood gushing out like a fountain. Yu Lingna, with her nimble agility, swiftly circled behind the Emperor and stabbed him in the heart, killing him instantly.

Princess Irina and Aisha attacked from both sides, their attacks like a whirlwind and rain, leaving the Roman Emperor powerless to fight back. In the blink of an eye, the Roman Emperor fell in a pool of blood.

At the same time, Yu Shanshan, Yu Suwei, and Sharla Sumei also delivered a fatal blow to the Pope. Their movements were seamless and coordinated. Yu Shanshan severed the Pope's throat with a single blow, while Yu Suwei and Sharla Sumei stabbed him in the abdomen and chest, respectively, ensuring his death.

The entire attack was swift and efficient, without a single moment of delay. Yu Youwei, Yu Lingna, Princess Elena, Aisha, Yu Shanshan, Yu Suwei, and Sharla Sumei displayed unparalleled strength and skill, instantly slaying the Emperor and the Pope.

The successful revenge using the same method made the female generals very happy. The fight between the masters was over, and all that remained was the stage for the display of airplanes and cannons!

The first round of artillery fire exploded like thunder. Bombers swooped down like birds of prey, dropping bombs like a rain of dense rain. The Byzantine city was instantly torn apart, smoke and dust billowing, flames shooting into the sky. Countless buildings collapsed in the explosions, sending bricks and rubble flying everywhere. People screamed in terror and fled in all directions, but they could not escape the relentless bombardment.

Then, attack helicopters roared in, steel behemoths laden with deadly bombs. These bombs rained down on the Byzantine city, each explosion sending a massive blast that toppled Roman soldiers and their horses to the ground. The soldiers scrambled for cover in the chaos, but the force of the bombs left them with nowhere to escape.

Then, like ghosts, drones appeared, carrying less powerful but equally deadly explosives. These were dropped into the crowd, setting off a series of explosions. Civilians screamed in agony as their bodies were torn apart, blood and limbs scattering everywhere. The entire city was filled with thick smoke and the smell of death.

Finally, the rocket launchers and large-caliber howitzers on land let out a deafening roar. Their shells were like meteors streaking through the night sky, smashing straight into every corner of the Byzantine royal city with astonishing speed and accuracy.

The power of these shells was so immense that wherever they struck, walls, houses, and fortifications were instantly destroyed. The shockwaves and debris from the explosions flew everywhere, engulfing everything in a sea of ​​fire.

At the same time, tanks, individual artillery pieces, and mortars also joined in the bloody massacre. Their firepower was as fierce as a torrential rain, pouring down continuously on the land of the Byzantine royal city.

The Roman soldiers and civilians were completely powerless to fight back in the face of this terrifying firepower. Their defenses were easily breached in an instant, and the once solid city walls were crumbling under the bombardment of artillery shells.

Faced with such a powerful attack, the Roman soldiers could only flee in terror, trying to avoid the terrible artillery fire. However, their efforts were in vain, as the shells fell as densely as raindrops, leaving nowhere to hide.

The innocent people were even more pitiful, as they could only watch their companions being slaughtered, unable to do anything. Many people cried in despair, praying to God to save them, but it was all in vain.

The Byzantine capital was shattered beyond recognition by the bombardment. The once bustling streets were now reduced to ruins, and the stench of death hung heavy among the shattered walls. The Romans struggled in despair, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness. From the moment they insulted the four female generals of the Great Zhou, they were doomed to pay the price for their actions. Now, they could only accept the humiliating fate of being annihilated under the fierce artillery fire of the Great Zhou.

After the assassinations of the Eastern Roman Emperor and the Pope, this once-glorious empire had effectively lost its core leadership, becoming vulnerable and like a lamb to the slaughter. Even more shocking, however, was the attitude the executioners and the people had shown toward the four heroic female generals, precisely the same as their treatment of Baekje.

This meant that these innocent people would face the same tragic fate as Baekje—being ruthlessly slaughtered. The entire Byzantine capital seemed to have transformed into a city of the dead, its streets thick with the smell of blood. The once bustling city now became eerily deserted, a deathly silence reigning.

In this dead silence, almost all living people had been eliminated, whether they were old, women or children. Their lives were taken away in an instant, leaving only corpses and endless sorrow.

During those three thrilling days and nights, the Byzantine Empire seemed to be caught in a horrific nightmare. Bloody battles and brutal fighting filled every corner, and the city walls were filled with the smoke of gunpowder and the smell of death.

The women soldiers and generals of the Great Zhou were like gods of war descending upon the city. They drove tanks and armored vehicles, charging into the city like a torrent of steel. These powerful war machines roared with a deafening roar, crushing all enemies who stood in their way.

When the flag of the Great Zhou Dynasty fluttered on the walls of the royal city, this once glorious city finally welcomed its new master. The Byzantine defenders were defeated one after another under the powerful offensive of the Great Zhou army, their resistance seemed so powerless in the face of the bravery of the Great Zhou female soldiers and generals.

The Women's Army of the Great Zhou: New Light of the Royal City

As the vibrant banners of the Great Zhou fluttered over the walls of the Byzantine capital, this city, steeped in countless glories and tribulations, began a new chapter. The Byzantine defenders, crushed like ants under the overwhelming onslaught of the Great Zhou army, were especially vulnerable against the valiant female soldiers and generals of the Great Zhou. Their resistance seemed utterly powerless.

The streets of the royal city resembled a tragic painting. The shattered walls told of the brutality of war, and the scattered corpses bore witness to the ferocity of the bloodbath. The Great Zhou army methodically patrolled the city, a steely defense, maintaining order. Yet, fear and confusion filled the eyes of the common people. They huddled in corners, worried about the city and their own uncertain fate.

However, the women soldiers and generals of the Great Zhou were not carried away by the joy of victory. They knew that victory in the war was only the beginning, and reconstruction and appeasement were the most urgent tasks.

General Sharla, clad in armor gleaming with a cold light, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, her gaze as resolute as a rock. She stood high above, overlooking the entire battlefield. Her voice was clear and powerful, as she directed everything in an orderly manner.

She ordered a group of female soldiers to quickly clear the battlefield debris. With tools in hand, they skillfully and nimbly cleared away broken weapons, severed limbs, and more. They moved among the ruins like a swarm of industrious bees, toiling diligently for the city's reconstruction.

Another group of female soldiers quickly set up a makeshift infirmary. They expertly erected the tent, arranged the medical equipment, and prepared medicine and bandages. Their movements were swift and precise, without a trace of panic.

In the makeshift infirmary, female soldier Ah Zhen was concentrating on bandaging the wounds of an injured Byzantine elderly man. Her eyes shone with a focused and gentle light, as if she were protecting a precious treasure. Her hands moved gently and delicately, each movement filled with care and professionalism.

The old man's eyes were filled with fear and distrust, and his body trembled slightly, as if he felt unfamiliar and frightened by everything before him. Ah Zhen comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, old man. We will heal your injuries and make this city better again." Her voice was as warm as a spring breeze, gently brushing against the old man's ears, bringing a hint of comfort and hope.

Meanwhile, Su Mei led a group of female soldiers, comforting the people door to door. They wore smiles, their eyes gleaming with kindness and warmth. They handed food to hungry children, and their eyes immediately lit up with joy, like bright stars. They eagerly took the food, devouring it ravenously, their faces beaming with satisfied smiles.

The female soldiers gave the frightened women warm hugs, reassuring them of safety and comfort. The women gradually calmed down in the embraces, tears of emotion welling in their eyes, as if they had found support and strength in this moment. Su Mei softly spoke to the people, "Don't worry, we won't harm you. We will rebuild our homes with you." Her words flowed like a stream of pure water, melting the hearts of the people and dispelling their fear and anxiety.

During this difficult and challenging time, the female soldiers demonstrated love and care through their actions. Their care and tenderness brought warmth and hope to the injured elderly and frightened civilians. Their efforts and dedication instilled strength and confidence in the city's reconstruction.

Thanks to the efforts of the female soldiers and generals, the atmosphere in the royal city gradually eased. The people began to feel the kindness and commitment of these women of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and their fear gradually dissipated. Instead of simply watching in fear, they joined the cleanup and reconstruction efforts.

The streets, once shrouded in the atmosphere of death, gradually came to life. Children's laughter echoed once again, and shops gradually began to open. The women soldiers and generals of the Great Zhou used their wisdom and courage, their gentleness and tenacity, to restore peace to this war-torn city.

They were warriors on the battlefield and guardians of peace. In this unfamiliar land, they wrote the glory of the Great Zhou with their actions, and planted seeds of hope and trust in the hearts of the Byzantine people. And this royal city, under the governance of the Great Zhou and protected by these female soldiers and generals, would stride towards a new and promising future.

The streets of the royal city were littered with broken walls and bodies. The Great Zhou army patrolled the city, maintaining order. The people watched in horror, unsure of the future of their city.

However, the women soldiers and generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not let their victory get to their heads. They quickly organized their forces and began to clean up the battlefield, rescue the wounded, and comfort the frightened civilians. Thanks to their efforts, peace gradually returned to the royal city.