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

Twelve-year-old Alice, a four-star paladin, was fighting a rebellious force in a Roman vassal state when she encountered a sorcerer of unfathomable power. The sorcerer manipulated various elemental magics, transforming the battlefield into a sea of ​​fire and ice. Alice struggled to evade the barrage of magic, searching for a chance to strike back. But eventually, the sorcerer unleashed a powerful compound spell that consumed her. Alice lost consciousness in excruciating pain, her body bound as if by an invisible force, unable to move. Within that bound space, she felt the assault, initially believing it to be an illusion, but soon realized she was experiencing real pain. The sorcerer had used binding magic to assault her, leaving Alice moaning in agony. Once the sorcerer had completely succeeded, he bound her neck with a magical red rope, tightening ever tighter until Alice died, her tongue lolling out in a gruesome death. It turned out that the magician was actually a top master who had reached the minor level of the Heavenly Realm. Alice was one level lower than him and was easily killed by the enemy in seconds!

This was the battle in which the fallen four-star paladin Alice sang a tearful and tragic song. Twelve-year-old Alice, a shining star, was a leader among four-star paladins. She possessed exquisite, alluring makeup, her skin as white as cream. Beneath her long lashes, a pair of azure eyes gleamed with agility and determination. Her small, perky nose and bright red lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of fearless stubbornness.

This time, she was part of a team that was clearing out the rebel forces in one of the Roman Empire's vassal states. On the battlefield, the cries of blood and killing were deafening, and the air was filled with blood and dust. Suddenly, a black-robed magician appeared. He waved his hands, muttered something, and instantly unleashed a terrifying elemental magic.

Blazing flames erupted from the ground, forming walls of fire. Ice spikes fell from the sky like sharp swords, transforming the battlefield into a whirlwind of fire and ice. Elise, sword in hand, nimbly dodged the barrage of magic. Each time the flames approached, she deftly dodged them; each time the icy spikes fell, she parried them with her sword. However, the enemy's magic was unstoppable, and she gradually felt overwhelmed.

Alice knew she couldn't just sit there and wait for death. She seized the opportunity and prepared to strike back at the magician. She took a deep breath, concentrated her mind, and slammed her feet against the ground, dashing towards the magician like an arrow. Just as she was about to reach her target, the magician's lips curled into a cold smile. He quickly formed hand seals with his hands and unleashed a powerful complex spell.

A multicolored light instantly enveloped Alice, and both heat and cold simultaneously assaulted her body. Severe pain surged like a surging tide, as if pierced by countless steel needles. The longsword in her hand fell helplessly, her delicate frame teetering on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of magic.

"No..." Alice let out a faint cry, but it was quickly drowned out by the roar of magic. The powerful energy tore at her body, and her delicate makeup gradually twisted in agony. Her hair flew in disorder, and the rosy blush on her face turned pale as paper. Cold sweat continued to pour from her forehead.

Finally, the power of the compound magic reached its peak, and Alice's body was continuously violated by the magician. Her once delicate and charming face was now devoid of beauty, but now shrouded in pain. Her once bright eyes were now hollow, their sockets stained with blood. A red rope was strangled around her neck. Alice's rosy lips were split, revealing her pale teeth, and her tongue lolled out. She was strangled to death by the powerful magic rope. A warm liquid flowed between her legs, witnessing her tragic end!

The magician was a top-tier master, a minor success in the Heavenly Realm. Alice, at only a four-star Paladin, was just one realm behind him. The outcome of this battle was doomed from the start. Alice perished, her brief yet brilliant life ending on this bloody battlefield.

After strangling Alice, the magician laughed wildly, his laughter echoing across the blood-soaked battlefield, revealing endless arrogance. His black robe rustled in the wind, like a demon from hell.

Alice's female troops were enraged by this scene. The female paladins gathered together, their eyes burning with anger. They exchanged glances, nodded, and, in unison, formed a circle, trapping the magician in the center. The magician, unfazed, waved his hands once more, launching streams of magic like meteors at the female paladins. The female paladins swung their weapons with all their might, trying to block the onslaught, but the magic was too powerful, and many were struck, falling to the ground in agony.

At a crucial moment in the battle, a young paladin named Elizabeth stepped forward from the ranks. She possessed a graceful figure, a beautiful face, and vibrant makeup that shone captivatingly in the sunlight. Elizabeth's makeup was like a beautifully crafted painting, radiating a profound allure. Her eyebrows, meticulously drawn, were as slender and curved as willow leaves, their slightly raised brows revealing her resolve and courage.

Her eye makeup is stunning, her deep eyes accentuated by thick lashes. A touch of brown eyeshadow smudged into her eye sockets adds a touch of depth and mystery. Her perfectly applied eyeliner and slightly upturned corners enhance her alluring gaze.

Elizabeth's lips are painted with a unique lip gloss, a bright and rich purple, like a blooming purple rose, exuding an enchanting fragrance. The lip gloss's smooth and delicate texture makes her lips look fuller and more sexy, as if telling people about her beauty and confidence.

In the sunlight, Elizabeth's vibrant makeup shone with a captivating radiance, complementing her graceful figure and beautiful features, creating a striking sight on the battlefield. Her beauty was not only pleasing to the eye but also intimidating to the enemy. Elizabeth, sixteen years old and a high-level cultivator, was a four-star Paladin, but on the verge of breaking through to a five-star Paladin. Her power was barely enough to withstand the magical attacks of a mage who had reached the minor success stage of the Celestial Realm (a five-star Paladin). With her extensive combat experience, Elizabeth knew that ordinary attacks were useless against this powerful mage.

An idea struck her: she decided to target the magician's magical elements. Concentrating, she sensed the flow of the elements around her, and suddenly realized that the wind element was most powerful when the magician cast his spell. Elizabeth's lip curled, a plan forming in her mind. She skillfully manipulated the wind element, forming a wall of wind in front of her, blocking the magician's attacks. Simultaneously, she used the wind's power to disrupt the magician's magic circle. The magician sensed Elizabeth's intentions and increased his magic output, sending a crisscross of flames and icy spikes hurtling towards her. Elizabeth remained calm, using the wind element's power to deftly weave between the spells. Seizing the perfect moment, she lunged at the magician, her longsword flashing with a cold light, piercing his chest. The magician dodged to the side, unleashing a bolt of lightning. Elizabeth quickly enveloped herself in the wind element, the lightning passing by. While the magician was distracted, Elizabeth struck again, this time her sword accurately slicing through the magician's black robes, leaving a bloody streak on his arm. The magician felt pain and a look of surprise appeared on his face, but Elizabeth became more and more courageous, ready to give him a fatal blow.

She began to silently chant an incantation, summoning divine power. A dazzling light emanated from her, illuminating the battlefield like the sun. She grasped a longsword, its blade gleaming with holy light, like an angel descending.

Sensing danger, the magician quickly focused his energy and unleashed a defensive spell. However, Elizabeth's attack was unstoppable, and the two collided, unleashing a devastating shockwave. The surrounding soldiers on both sides were thrown to the ground.

Despite Elizabeth's formidable strength, the magician's power was immense, and she gradually began to feel overwhelmed. Just as she was about to be struck by the magician's spell, a twelve-year-old female paladin from the team, Alicia, stepped forward and blocked the magician's attack.

Alicia's graceful figure and exquisite makeup, vibrant colors like a blooming flower, are unique and eye-catching. Her face is like a meticulously crafted work of art, her delicate skin radiating a subtle glow. Her eyes are particularly unique. Within her deep eye sockets, the eyeshadow is a dreamlike, vibrant color, gradating from dark to light, reminiscent of twinkling stars in the night sky. Her thick eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings, adding a touch of mysterious charm to her eyes.

Her lips were painted in a unique black lip gloss, a calming yet understated color, like a ripe black cherry, emitting an alluring luster. This lip color complemented her skin tone perfectly, making her lips even more sensual and charming. When she smiled, the calming black lip gloss seemed to speak of her courage and determination, as well as her perseverance and courage.

She was proficient in the art of harmonizing elements, able to fuse wind, fire, and water together to unleash unparalleled power. Her hands flew, quickly forming seals and summoning a blend of wind, fire, and water magic. Like a ferocious beast, it roared towards the magician.

Seeing this, the magician had to temporarily abandon his attack on Elizabeth and focus all his energy on resisting this mixed magic. Alicia's attacks were as fierce as a storm, and the magician gradually lost the upper hand under her offensive.

On the battlefield, Elizabeth and Alicia worked closely together, their gorgeous makeup even more dazzling in the fierce battle. Every movement they made was full of power and beauty, as if they were performing a gorgeous dance.

Seizing this opportunity, the other female paladins launched their attacks. Their swords rained down upon the magician, who, despite dodging and counterattacking, sustained several cuts. Just when everyone thought victory was within reach, the magician suddenly roared and unleashed his ultimate magic—the Elemental Storm. Suddenly, the wind howled, flames raged, and water surged. The entire battlefield seemed to have transformed into the apocalypse. The other female paladins were tossed about by this overwhelming force, many suffering serious injuries.

Just as the magician was about to press on, Elizabeth and Alicia rushed forward again, blocking the magician's attack. But they could only hold on, struggling to hold on. After all, they were a significant level behind the magician. If it weren't for Elizabeth's experience and Alicia's ability to unleash three elemental powers simultaneously, they would have been instantly killed by the magician, just as they had been by Alice. It was only through their combined strength that they were able to hold on. Blood foamed from the corners of Elizabeth and Alicia's mouths, clearly suffering severe internal injuries. The magician once again summoned his power to attack again. Elizabeth and Alicia simultaneously spat out mouthfuls of blood, their bodies as if struck by a tremendous force. They screamed in agony, their purple and black mouths gushing crimson blood. They gushed continuously, seemingly unable to stop it. Their bodies, like frozen robots, stood motionless, their mouths gushing blood as their only visible movement. Their eyes were fixed, fixed on the front. Elizabeth's purple lipstick was tinged with purple, a sign of severe blood loss and internal injuries. Alicia's black lips also took on a faint grayish hue due to the blood loss. Both women were in dire condition. Their lips seemed to have lost the ability to move, only oozing blood. Their tongues dangled crookedly from their lips. The magician, laughing wildly, looked at the two women and reached out with both hands, grabbing each woman's throat.

The two women, already severely wounded by the previous blow, were now powerless to resist the fatal strangulation. Like unresponsive puppets, they allowed the magician to tighten their grip on their throats without a single ounce of resistance. Only the bloody foam spitting from their mouths proved they were still breathing. Sadly, they were no longer able to make any visible movements, having already entered a state of dying. Their tongues protruding from their lips bore witness to their miserable appearance, only exhaling, no intake.

As the two women were about to die, no one noticed that Alice, already dead, slowly opened her eyes, discovering she had revived and activated her inherited bloodline. Her bloodline was fully activated, and she felt a surge of power she had never felt before, instantly reaching the Celestial Realm of Great Perfection. She immediately struck back at the sorcerer, unleashing a magical force that grabbed the sorcerer's throat and, with a powerful eagle claw-like burst of force, snapped his neck. Unfortunately, the sorcerer's resurrection power was gone, and it completely dissipated. After her resurrection, Alice immediately set about rescuing and healing Elizabeth and Alicia, bringing them back from the brink of death. However, her power was also greatly depleted, and she closed her eyes in exhaustion.

However, she was still relieved that all her sisters were safe and sound thanks to her resurrection. After this battle, Alice's magic attributes increased significantly, and she could use more sophisticated swordsmanship and other elemental attack skills combined with magic to counterattack the enemy, becoming a top fighter among the Holy City Guard.