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

The Dark Magician Organization suffered a crushing defeat in the previous battle, simply because the Magic Pope and the eight archbishops were in seclusion. Now that they have emerged, they are furious and determined to launch a frenzied revenge against the female generals.

A brutal battle erupted in the desolate valley. Dark magicians unleashed a powerful rain of arrows, sending black arrowheads swarming like a dense cloud toward the female generals. The generals fought back fiercely, but this time the enemy's attack was too fierce.

Alice bore the brunt of the attack. She waved her magic wand, attempting to block the rain of arrows with a shield of light. However, a few arrows managed to pierce the shield, piercing her shoulder and arm, staining her clothes red with blood. She endured the excruciating pain and continued to cast spells, beads of sweat covering her forehead.

Claire, meanwhile, was caught in a tight struggle with the Dark Archbishop. Suddenly, a dark figure attacked from the side, four long swords piercing out like lightning. Claire couldn't dodge, and the swords pierced through her upper body. The immense force pinned her to the stone wall behind her. Her body was pierced by the swords, leaving her unable to move. Blood flowed down the blades, soaking the ground beneath her feet.

Claire gritted her teeth, but her eyes betrayed no trace of fear or surrender. She gazed up at the sky, recalling the moments she had fought alongside her sisters. A surge of strength surged within her. Despite the immense pain in her body, she concentrated her holy energy, attempting to break free from the long sword's restraints. Her holy energy shone around her, fiercely battling the forces of darkness.

Claire was pinned to the stone wall by the long knives, blood pouring out, staining the ground beneath her feet a shocking crimson. The four long knives pierced her upper body, and every inch of her skin was suffering from the excruciating pain. But her eyes remained as firm as iron, without a trace of retreat or fear.

Her body trembled slightly from the intense pain, and holy power surged wildly within her, attempting to break free from the fatal restraints. The light of holy power flickered around her body, colliding violently with the evil power unleashed by the Dark Archbishop, making a crackling sound, as if a desperate struggle between good and evil. However, the power of darkness was too strong, constantly impacting her defenses like a surging tide, and each collision dimmed the light of her holy power.

Claire gritted her teeth, beads of sweat covering her forehead. She concentrated all her strength on gathering holy energy, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to grasp the long sword, attempting to pull it free. But the sword seemed firmly fixed to the stone wall by an invisible force, and no matter how hard she tried, it couldn't budge even a bit. Her body gradually lost strength, and the light of her holy energy grew fainter and fainter, like a dying flame.

Lina, watching Claire's plight from a short distance away, was overcome with grief and indignation, tears welling in her eyes. Recklessly, she rushed towards Claire, her weapon flashing a cold light, attempting to dispel the Dark Archbishop's evil power. But the Dark Archbishop was prepared, and a wave of dark energy swept towards Lina, sending her flying.

Claire watched Lina being sent flying, a pang of pain piercing her heart. She knew she didn't have much time left. Gathering her last bit of strength, she looked up at the sky, her mind reeling back memories of fighting alongside her sisters. Those beautiful memories, like warm sunshine, dispelled the pain in her body and the fear in her heart.

"Sisters... I can't fight with you anymore..." Claire said silently in her heart, her voice weak but firm.

As time passed, Claire's holy power completely dissipated. Her body could no longer endure the immense pain, and she slowly closed her eyes. The four long knives were still deeply embedded in her body. Her body drooped limply, and blood continued to flow, staining the entire stone wall red.

Lina was overcome with grief and indignation upon seeing Claire's plight. The Dark Archbishop roared with triumph, believing he had completely annihilated this formidable foe. However, though Claire had fallen, her spirit remained forever etched upon this land, inspiring Lina and the other sisters to continue their fight for justice.

Lina rose from the ground, her eyes burning with rage. She looked at Claire and vowed to avenge her and completely eliminate the Dark Archbishop's evil forces. Then, she gathered her composure, grabbed her weapon, and charged at the Dark Archbishop. An even more intense battle was about to begin...

She rushed towards the dark magicians desperately, her speed as fast as lightning. She swung her sword with impenetrable force, each blow filled with anger and power. Under her frenzied attack, some dark magicians were pushed back.

However, facing so many powerful dark magicians, the female generals' situation became increasingly difficult, and they seemed to have reached the end of their rope. Alice's magical power gradually weakened, and her body was shaky from the heavy blood loss, like a candle in the wind.

Meanwhile, Claire's face was as pale as paper, sweat dripping down her forehead, and her lips were bloodless and trembling slightly. Although she tried her best to mobilize her holy power, the powerful force gradually receded like a tide, and her body became increasingly heavy, as if enveloped by an invisible pressure.

Blood flowed continuously from the corner of her mouth, like a crimson stream, staining her leather armor. The vibrant red contrasted sharply with her pale skin, evoking pity. Her eyes were empty and lost, their once lively pupils now losing their focus, as if their soul had been drained away.

The four enemies, wielding long swords, swung their weapons mercilessly, each swing carrying a fierce momentum, piercing deeply into Claire's body. Her body trembled violently, and each blow from the long swords felt like a heavy blow, making her injuries even more serious.

Claire's body shuddered violently, and blood gushed out once more, like a blooming blood flower, forming a shocking pool on the ground. Blood spread beneath her, as if it were the final trace of her life. Her eyes were frozen, their once bright pupils now dimmed, as if the flame of life was about to be extinguished. Her hands drooped limply, and the weapon she had once held tightly slipped quietly, as if all strength had been lost.

Her breathing grew increasingly weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Her body grew colder, as if eroded by a chilling air. In this life-or-death moment, Claire's consciousness began to blur. Memories of the past surfaced before her eyes, those beautiful moments flashing through her mind like a movie.