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

At only ten years old, Claire was only a two-star paladin, yet she was a towering figure, not a child at all, but a towering, majestic young woman. During a small-scale encounter, Claire wore a gorgeous silver-white tube-breasted armor inlaid with dazzling gems, gleaming with a faint light. Her face, delicately embellished with makeup, featured thick eyebrows like swords, eyes like stars, and lips painted with vibrant purple lipstick, giving her a heroic air.

During the battle, Claire's movements were nimble and agile. She wielded a pair of sharp daggers, swinging them relentlessly in a fierce exchange with the assassins. Each strike was fierce and powerful, the daggers slicing through the air with streaks of cold light that sent shivers down her spine.

The assassins moved across the battlefield like ghosts, their agility exceeding all limits, launching surprise attacks from all directions. Claire had to concentrate on dealing with the attacks from all sides, her eyes filled with vigilance and determination.

However, as time went on, Claire's wounds became more and more severe, and blood continued to flow out of the wounds, staining her leather armor red. But she did not retreat and continued to resist stubbornly.

Finally, an assassin caught Claire off guard and rushed forward at breakneck speed, his poisoned dagger stabbing at her throat like a venomous snake. Claire's eyes widened, and she tried to dodge, but it was too late. The dagger pierced her throat deeply, and a sharp pain instantly spread throughout her body.

Claire's mouth opened wide, as if she was about to let out a shattering scream, but in the end, only a low, painful cry came out of her throat. This scream seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with endless pain and unwillingness.

Following this scream, a stream of black liquid gushed out of her mouth, splashing onto the ground, forming a pool of disgusting black blood. The black blood emitted a pungent stench, clearly a sign of poisoning.

Claire's eyes were wide open, glaring at the enemy before her, as if she wanted to imprint their appearance deeply into her mind. Her eyes were filled with hatred and despair, making one feel pity for her.

However, her body could no longer hold on. Her legs suddenly gave way, and like a puppet with its strings cut, she collapsed into a pool of blood. There was a dull thud as her body hit the ground, and a splatter of blood spurted from her throat.

Claire's makeup looked particularly poignant against the backdrop of blood. Her once delicate features were now stained scarlet, like a withered flower shivering in the wind. Her purple lips parted slightly, as if she were about to say something, but in the end, she only let out a faint sigh.

Between her legs, a warm liquid slowly flowed out, the last trace of her life. This liquid spread in the pool of blood, mixing with the blood, forming a heartbreaking picture, witnessing her miserable end and the tragic fate of being shot to death.

However, the power of her bloodline did not abandon her. Claire activated her own bloodline and resurrected. The power brought by her bloodline activation allowed her to quickly break through to the Heavenly Realm. Her movements became more agile, and her speed increased significantly. She wielded her daggers to stab the assassins who had hurt her. Those assassins paid a heavy price for her resurrection—she killed them one by one, and Claire's revenge was perfect and swift.

The rebirth of these female paladins not only made their own strength leap forward, but also injected new vitality into the Holy City Guards, continuing to write their legend in the clearing operations.