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

However, unexpectedly, the pirates and barbarian masters did not feel any pity for Isabena and Lena's tragic plight and stop their cruel steps. On the contrary, after witnessing this scene, not only did they not hesitate at all, but they became even more frantic, and pounced directly at them like hungry wolves with their fangs and claws bared.

In an instant, countless gleaming swords flashed a chilling light in the dazzling sunlight. From all sides, these weapons stabbed at Isabella and Lena like a torrential rain. Isabella closed her eyes in terror, unable to even imagine what would happen next. She could clearly feel the excruciating pain of the cold blades piercing her skin and piercing her muscles. It felt like every cell in her body was being mercilessly torn apart, the pain was unbearable.

At the same moment, Lena let out a desperate roar. She gritted her teeth and wielded her sword with every ounce of strength she possessed, attempting to block the onslaught of attacks that surged like a tidal wave. However, no matter how desperately she struggled, her meager strength paled in the face of such a dense barrage of blades. Her defenses were as fragile as paper, vulnerable to a single blow.

At that moment, countless swords and knives pierced their delicate bodies like a violent storm. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the surrounding ground, forming shocking blood flowers.

These two women, who once blossomed like roses on the battlefield, now gradually withered in this bloody valley. Their flowers of life were ruthlessly cut off at this moment, and their once vibrant bodies lost their vitality in an instant, becoming pale and fragile.

The strong smell of blood that permeated the valley seemed to silently reveal the cruelty and ruthlessness of this tragedy. The pungent smell of blood reminded people of the fighting and death on the battlefield, as well as the endless pain and torture experienced by the two women.

In that bloody valley, a brutal battle was reaching a fever pitch. Pirates and barbarian masters rushed towards Isabella and Lena like a surging tide.

Isabella and Lena, once feared on the battlefield. Isabella, with her nimble movements and piercing gaze, delivered a deadly blow with every strike; Lena, with her immense strength, wielded her heavy sword, moving effortlessly through hordes of enemies. Like two blooming battlefield roses, they exuded a unique charm amidst the flames of war.

However, they were now in a desperate situation. Seeing their slightly exhausted appearance, the pirates and barbarian masters became even more frantic, charging at them like hungry wolves. Countless swords, gleaming coldly in the sunlight, pierced them from all directions like raindrops.

Isabena squeezed her eyes shut, her world instantly darkened. She could clearly feel the sharp, cold blade piercing her skin and piercing her muscles, as if every cell in her body was being torn apart. Her past heroic moments on the battlefield flashed through her mind like a movie, but now, the shadow of death loomed over her.

Lena let out a desperate roar, a roar filled with resentment and rage. She swung her sword with her last ounce of strength, trying to resist the onslaught of attacks. Each swing of her blade carried with it her longing for life and hatred for her enemies. However, her strength was ultimately limited. Against such a dense barrage of swords, her defenses were as fragile as paper.

Instantly, swords and knives pierced their bodies. Blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing onto the surrounding ground in a shocking display of blood. Isabena and Lena's bodies swayed, and finally, they slowly collapsed.

These two battlefield roses, once blooming on the battlefield, finally withered at this moment. Their lives came to an end in this bloody valley. The bloody smell that filled the valley seemed to silently speak of the cruelty and ruthlessness of this tragedy.

The pirates and barbarian warriors stood beside their bodies, cheering in triumph. Little did they know that they had triumphed not just over two warriors, but over a legacy of courage and conviction. Though Isabena and Lena fell, their heroic deeds on the battlefield will be forever remembered. Perhaps one day in the future, more will, bearing their courage and conviction, once again step onto these battlefields to fight for justice and freedom.