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

On this day, the sunlight seemed to be blocked by the ancient castle, leaving only darkness. Lucia rushed towards the castle alone, fearlessly, which exuded an old and decaying atmosphere.

As she approached the castle, a sinister aura rushed towards her like a black whirlwind. But Lucia did not retreat. The earth-element light around her was like a solid shield, firmly blocking the sinister aura outside.

Surrounded by the earth-element light, Lucia's figure loomed even taller. Like a guardian of the earth, she stood firmly before the castle. She leaped high into the air, her hands rapidly gathering in the air. A massive ball of earth-element energy formed within her grasp, transforming into a massive earth-element hammer in the blink of an eye.

The hammer, with unparalleled force, smashed down fiercely against the castle gate. With a resounding thud, the gate shook violently under the immense force, dust falling from the doorframe as if the ancient castle itself was trembling under the blow.

However, just as Lucia was about to go deeper into the castle, an even more powerful aura suddenly descended upon her like a mountain crushing an egg. This aura was so powerful that it was suffocating, as if the entire world had frozen in that moment.

Then, a high-ranking paladin in silver-white armor appeared before Lucia like a god descending from the sky. He emanated a holy and powerful light, forming a stark contrast to Lucia's enchanting earth-based light.

In his hand, this high-ranking paladin held a holy sword that shone with a dazzling light, a radiance like a sword of judgment from heaven, making one dare not look directly at it. His gaze was as cold as ice, revealing an inviolable majesty.

When he opened his mouth, the sacred incantation resounded like thunder from the heavens, resounding throughout the entire space! Every word was as heavy as a mountain, carrying an endless pressure, fiercely pounding on people's hearts, leaving them trembling with fear!

At that moment, Lucia felt an unprecedented, immense threat, a fear that emanated from the depths of her soul. She desperately tried to gather her earth power once more to resist the fatal blow. However, the high-level paladin's attack speed was simply too fast, as fast as lightning, leaving her no time to react!

The holy sword instantly transformed into a streak of light, like a meteor streaking through the night sky. With unparalleled force, it pierced straight towards Lucia! Wherever the streak passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting bursts of wailing.

Lucia's eyes widened, her face filled with horror as the streak of light hurtled toward her at astonishing speed. She tried to dodge, but her body seemed frozen, unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as the streak of light drew closer and closer, finally piercing through her earth shield and piercing her throat!

In this thrilling moment, time seemed to freeze. A flicker of reluctance and despair flashed across Lucia's eyes. Her body trembled slightly, as if she were trying to struggle. However, the overwhelming force was like a mountain pressing down on her head, leaving her unable to move at all.

As the holy sword pierced through her, a stream of bright red blood gushed out of Lucia's throat like a raging torrent. The blood was like a ignited flame, blazing and vibrant, like a blooming blood-colored flower, emitting a strange and beautiful light in the air.

Lucia's lips parted slightly, as if she had a thousand words to say, but an invisible force was strangling her throat, and she could only utter a low whimper. The sound was like a candle in the wind, swaying on the edge of darkness, weak and trembling, as if it would be blown out at any moment.

Her eyes had lost their former sparkle, replaced by endless despair and resentment. Those deep eyes, once as bright as the stars in the night sky, were now dim, as if obscured by a thick layer of dark clouds. Her gaze was fixed fixed on a certain direction, as if it held an unfulfilled wish, a concern she couldn't let go of.

As time passed, Lucia's body gradually lost its support and slowly collapsed. Her movements were light and weak, like a withered petal, drifting away in the wind. Her purple lipstick, once so vibrant and eye-catching, was now stained by dust, losing its former luster, just like her gradually fading life.

Her long brown hair lay like a tangled mess on the ground, devoid of its former luster. Those strands, once silky and smooth, were now dry and brittle, as if devoid of life. They lay carelessly on the cold ground, blending with the surrounding dust, indistinguishable.

Her life ended before this ancient castle, leaving behind a silence and desolation. The wind whistled in her ears, as if mourning her departure. The air was filled with the strong smell of blood, making her feel suffocated.

It turned out that the opponent was actually a three-star Paladin! This discovery shocked everyone, their eyes widening, unable to believe the truth before their eyes. Because this meant that the opponent's strength was a whole realm higher than Lucia's, like the difference between heaven and earth.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Lucia did not flinch. She quickly cast an earth shield, trying to resist the opponent's attack. However, the opponent's holy sword was like lightning, piercing Lucia's earth shield mercilessly, as if it were just a piece of thin paper, and it was easily torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, the holy sword, with the force of thunder, pierced Lucia's throat. Instantly, blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the ground in a shocking pool. Like a mirror, the pool reflected Lucia's pale face and the luster in her eyes that were gradually fading.

Young Lucia collapsed, her body hitting the ground with a dull thud. The sound echoed across the battlefield like a death knell, shaking everyone's heart. On the battlefield, she had been so brave and fearless, shining like a brilliant star. But now, she became the youngest female soldier to be sacrificed, her life, like a candle in the wind, extinguished in an instant.

Blood gushed out of Lucia's throat like a fountain, forming strings of bloody foam. Her once rosy purple lips were now dyed a shocking crimson, like a blood-stained flower. The blood that continuously flowed from her mouth pooled on the ground, forming a dark red puddle that emitted a sickening stench.

In this fierce battle, Lucia's opponent is a powerful three-star paladin, who wields a sharp holy sword, the blade flashing with cold light, and every swing carries a deadly threat.

Lucia tried her best to dodge the enemy's attack, but the enemy was incredibly fast, his swordsmanship as fierce as a whirlwind. It instantly pierced through her earth shield and pierced her throat. Lucia collapsed straight down, blood gushing from her throat.

Her legs twitched violently and uncontrollably, as if they had been electrocuted. Each twitch was like a desperate fight with death. However, no matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape the clutches of fate.

Her eyes were wide open, like bells, staring intently ahead, as if trying to see clearly the enemy who had put her to death. Her face was frozen in an expression of disbelief, as if she could never believe until her death that she had been defeated so easily.

As time passed, Lucia's legs twitched more and more violently, as if trying to break free from their restraints. Finally, after one last violent twitch, warm liquid flowed from between her legs. This was another severe injury caused by the power of the Holy Sword, merging with the pool of blood that flowed from her throat on the ground.

Lucia's life force was draining away like a flood, and her once vibrant body was gradually losing its vitality. Her convulsions finally stopped, and her legs spread out helplessly. She lay straight in a pool of blood, like a withered flower ravaged by a strong wind.

Her face was as pale as paper, as if all the blood had been drained from it. Her once vibrant purple lips had turned a faint purple hue, and her mouth was slightly parted, as if she were about to say something. Her eyes were wide open, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings, as if bidding a final farewell to the world.

Her makeup remained stunning, like a fine painting. Her hair cascaded down into the pool of blood, mingling with the crimson liquid, creating a strange yet poignant scene. Her cheeks, painted with a faint blush, were as captivating as the sunset glow; her eyebrows curved like willow leaves, slightly raised, revealing a hint of stubbornness; her lips, painted with vibrant lipstick, resembled a blooming rose, radiating a captivating glow even on the brink of death.

Yet, this stunning makeup couldn't mask her tragic fate. Her body, so small and helpless in a pool of blood, evoked a wave of regret and grief for her passing. Her beauty, frozen in that moment, became an eternal memory, one can never forget.

Lucia's body hung like a discarded work of art, high atop the castle wall. Her once vibrant form now swayed lifelessly, as if manipulated by an invisible force.

Her leather armor had been cruelly stripped away, revealing pale, fragile flesh, as if drained of its life force. The skin was paper-thin, the veins beneath faintly visible, a startling sight. Her lips, a strange purple hue, were slightly parted, as if on the verge of saying something, but no sound emerged. That poignant, mournful expression was heartbreaking.

Her body swayed gently in the wind, each movement akin to a powerless struggle against fate. Her hair fell loosely around her cheeks, obscuring her once beautiful face, yet now appearing so forlorn. Her hair danced in the wind, as if weeping for her departure.

Her limbs hung limply, as if she had lost all strength and will. Her hands were slightly outstretched, as if grasping at something, but unable to grasp anything. Her feet dangled limply in the air, without any support. Scars and blood stained her body, testament to the torture and pain she had endured. The wounds crisscrossed, some deep enough to reveal the bone, while others were the marks of sharp wounds. Blood oozed from the wounds, staining her body red. It turned out that after her death, Lucia had been whipped and insulted by the castle's enemies. Poor Lucia's soul could not rest in peace, having been brutally raped.

All around her was a dead silence and desolation. The castle walls towered into the sky, an impenetrable barrier that cut her off from the outside world. The bricks and stones were cold and hard, devoid of any warmth, as if mocking her fate. She hung there, alone and naked, a tool for the enemy to show off their victory. Her dignity and her life were completely trampled upon in this moment.

The inhabitants of the castle gathered at the walls, heaping curses upon Lucia's corpse. "Witch!" "Bitch!" "Slut!" Vicious words shot like sharp arrows at the defenseless body. Their eyes were filled with hatred and disgust, as if Lucia had committed an unforgivable sin. As the curses raged, the clear sky suddenly darkened with clouds, and a strong wind blew. A mysterious light emanated from Lucia's corpse, and then her body slowly began to levitate, her once pale skin gradually regaining its color. The inhabitants stared in horror, their curses abruptly fading. Lucia slowly opened her eyes, a cold light gleaming in them, and a powerful, eerie aura emanated from her. Those who had insulted her were terrified by this aura, and they fell to their knees, begging for mercy. It turned out that Lucia possessed an ancient, mysterious bloodline, and after suffering such humiliation, it was fully activated. She glanced coldly at the crowd and, with a gentle wave of her hand, those who had harmed her were instantly sent flying by an invisible force. Then, Lucia transformed into a streak of light and rushed into the castle. Screams erupted from within, and the holy light of the paladins dimmed before her. Soon, resistance was gone from the castle, and Lucia regained control. With her immense power, she restored vitality to the land, and those who had once spoken ill of her learned to fear and respect her authority.

The inhabitants of the castle gathered at the foot of the city wall, pointing and talking at Lucia's body. A wrinkled old woman spat, "Look at this witch! Even after death, she's still restless. I wonder how many people she's harmed." A young man nearby joined in the commotion, "That's right, she deserves death. She should be hung like this, for everyone to see what happens to those with evil intentions." Children laughed and played in the crowd, completely unaware of the cruelty behind this tragic scene.

Suddenly, a chilling breeze blew, sending Lucia's hair tumbling. Her eyes slowly opened, emitting a faint green light. The people's curses ceased abruptly, replaced by screams of terror. Lucia's wounds began to heal, her strength gathering. She broke free from the ropes, hovering in the air, a powerful and eerie aura emanating from her. Those who had cursed her collapsed to the ground, trembling in fear. Lucia glanced coldly at the crowd, "This is how you treat the dead." With that, a powerful magical force swept out, engulfing the vicious people, and the castle instantly plunged into chaos and terror.

Suddenly, a chilling gust of wind blew, and Lucia's corpse trembled slightly. The people fell silent, their faces filled with terror. Then, Lucia's eyes slowly opened, emitting two rays of dark green light. Everyone screamed in fear and fled. Lucia's hatred was so strong that it coalesced into an evil force after her death, resurrecting her body. Coldly, she gazed upon those who had humiliated her, a flame of revenge burning within her. She slowly raised her hands, ready to unleash a bloody vengeance...

The screams of the people echoed through the castle, and chaos reigned. Some fell to the ground, trampled by those behind them; others, panicking, banged their heads against the walls. Lucia hovered in mid-air, a faint green light emanating from her body, like a demon from hell. She extended her hand, and a black beam of energy shot out into the crowd. Those struck instantly fell to the ground, struggling in pain.

The young man who had been the instigator was now terrified, his face pale, his legs weak, and he collapsed to the ground. He desperately scrambled backward, crying, "Mercy, mercy!" Lucia smiled coldly and slowly floated in front of him. "Isn't it too late to beg for mercy now?" She raised her hand, and the man was lifted up by an invisible force, his body twisting in agony in the air.

Upon hearing the commotion, the paladins in the castle rushed over, holy swords in hand and chanting sacred incantations, attempting to dispel the evil power within Lucia. However, Lucia's resentment was too powerful, and the paladins' attacks had no effect on her. She let out a wild laugh, preparing to launch an even more violent attack on the paladins...