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

In the fierce battle in the Desolate Valley, the dark magicians cast a powerful rain of arrows. Black arrowheads shot towards the female generals like a dark cloud. Although the female generals fought hard, the enemy's attack was too fierce.

The four archbishops' long swords stabbed out like ghosts, pinning Claire to the stone wall. Her eyes widened, filled with unwillingness and determination, and blood flowed down the blades of the long swords, staining the stone wall red.

Alice was relentlessly swarmed by arrows, their black arrowheads piercing her armor and piercing her body. She staggered, trembling in agony with each piercing arrow. She tried to flail her weapon to fend off the onslaught, but she was outnumbered. Finally, she collapsed to the ground, surrounded by a dense swarm of arrow feathers, her blood spilling onto the ground.

Meanwhile, Lina was besieged by the Pope, wielding a longsword, and four archbishops, each armed with a longsword. The Pope's sword shone with a strange light, each swing imbued with powerful magic. The archbishops' longswords followed him like a shadow, attacking Lina from all directions. Lina was caught between two opposing sides, her body covered in wounds, her clothes soaked with blood.

At the Pope's command, the four archbishops simultaneously thrust their swords like venomous snakes, pinning Lina to the stone wall. Lina screamed in agony as the sword pierced her body, the intense pain nearly causing her to faint. She gritted her teeth and glared at the enemy before her, her eyes filled with unyielding determination.

The Pope slowly approached Lina and raised his sword. The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, illuminating Lina's pale face. Lina tried to struggle, but the sword held her still, preventing her from moving. A cruel smile played across the Pope's lips, and he thrust the sword into Lina's throat.

Blood instantly gushed from Lina's throat, splashing onto the Pope's face. Her eyes gradually lost their luster, and her head drooped weakly. The Pope drew his sword, and Lina's body slid down the blade, falling heavily to the ground.

At this point, the three brave female generals fell in the castle in this desolate valley. The dark magicians roared with triumphant laughter, believing that with this victory they could wreak havoc on the land once again. Little did they know that the spirit of these female generals had already been deeply imprinted on the land. Their story would be passed down, and their bravery would inspire more people to stand up and fight evil to the bitter end.

A suffocating, murderous atmosphere permeated the gloomy castle. Four archbishops, clad in black robes and wielding long swords, approached Claire with ghostly speed and stealth. Their movements were swift and precise, their swords slicing streaks of cold light through the air, thrusting with fierce momentum straight into Claire's vital points.

The long knife mercilessly pierced Claire's body, pinning her to the cold stone wall. Her eyes widened, filled with resentment and determination. Blood flowed down the blade like a crimson stream, spreading across the pristine white stone wall. The blood seemed to have a life of its own, flowing faster and faster, as if telling of the endless injustice and anger within Claire.

Not far away, Alice was caught in a dense hail of arrows. Black arrowheads rained down like raindrops, piercing her mercilessly with the whistling sound of the wind. Each arrow, like a messenger of death, pierced her armor with precise and fatal force, piercing deep into her body. Alice trembled in pain, her body teetering under the onslaught of arrows. She swung her weapon with all her might, trying to resist the overwhelming attack, but the enemy was too numerous, and her efforts seemed insignificant.

Finally, Alice fell heavily to the ground, the dense swarm of arrows surrounding her like a death cage, tightly trapping her. Blood flowed freely on the ground, forming a pool of crimson, a stark contrast to her pale face. Her breathing became increasingly weak, and the light of life in her eyes gradually dimmed.

At this moment, the Pope appeared behind her like a ghost, holding a sword that gleamed with cold light. His eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Alice sensed the Pope's presence and struggled to stand up, but her body was unable to move. Her eyes were filled with despair and fear as she watched the Pope approach her step by step.

The Pope walked to Alice's side and raised the sword in his hand. His movements were graceful and calm, as if he were performing a sacred ritual.

Suddenly, a piercing scream pierced the silent air, like the announcement of the coming of death. Everyone's attention was drawn to the gleaming sword in the Pope's hand. Like lightning, it pierced Alice's throat at astonishing speed.

Instantly, blood gushed out of Alice's wound like a fountain, splashing onto the ground in shocking scarlet flowers. These flowers danced in the air before slowly falling beside Alice, as if it were her final dance.

Alice's body trembled violently, as if awakened by the sudden pain. Her eyes widened as she stared at the Pope, as if she wanted to say something, but only a low whimper came out of her throat.

As blood continued to flow from the wound, Alice's body gradually lost strength and she slowly fell into a pool of blood. Her face turned pale as paper, and her once beautiful face was now shrouded in the shadow of death.

The Pope stood silently, his figure looking particularly grim amidst Alice's pool of blood. He stared at her body expressionlessly, as if none of this had anything to do with him. After a moment, he slowly turned and walked away with light steps, leaving behind Alice's lonely and desolate figure and the pool of crimson blood.

Lina, however, was now trapped, unable to escape. She was tightly surrounded by the Pope, who held a long sword, and four archbishops, who also held long knives, forming an impenetrable, airtight encirclement.

The longsword in the Pope's hand shone with a terrifying, eerie light. Every swing was accompanied by a powerful surge of magical energy, as if the sword could easily rend the air. The light was like the eyes of a demon, revealing endless evil and murderous intent, leaving one shuddering.

The long swords in the hands of the archbishops flashed with cold light, and like ghosts, they attacked Lina from all directions with astonishing speed and flexibility. Their movements were like flowing water, and they coordinated with each other seamlessly, without the slightest flaw, leaving Lina no room to breathe.

Lina dodged left and right, utterly utterly utterly defeated, under this furious onslaught. Her body twisted and spun, trying to evade the rain of blades, but she was unable to do so completely. Each clash left her with a new wound, and blood gushed out like a flood.

Blood quickly soaked through Lina's clothes, staining her originally pristine white clothes into a scarlet red. The shocking red color was like blooming blood flowers, blooming on her body, making it unbearable to look at.

At the Pope's command, the four archbishops exerted their strength at the same time, and their long swords stabbed out as quickly as poisonous snakes, accurately nailing Lina to the stone wall.

Lina let out a scream of agony, the sound echoing through the cathedral, a resounding expression of her unyielding defiance. Her body was pierced by the long blade, and the intense pain washed over her like a tide, nearly causing her to faint. But she gritted her teeth, glaring at the enemy with her last remaining strength. Her eyes burned with a blaze of fury, filled with unyielding determination.

The Pope slowly approached Lina, each step heavy and imposing, as if carrying an immense pressure. He raised his sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, illuminating Lina's pale face. Lina tried to struggle, but the blade held her still, preventing her from moving. A flicker of despair flashed in her eyes, but more so, a simmering resentment towards the Pope.

The Pope smiled cruelly, as if enjoying the thrill of slaughter. His eyes revealed a cold and ruthless expression, as if Lina were a lamb to be slaughtered. Then, he thrust his sword into Lina's throat, his movements clean and sharp, without the slightest hesitation.

The longsword pierced Lina's throat, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground beneath her red. Lina's body trembled violently, her eyes gradually dimming, the light of life disappearing from them. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she could only let out a faint sigh.

The Pope looked at Lina's body quietly, and the cruelty in his eyes was gradually replaced by a sense of satisfaction. He turned and left, leaving behind Lina's cold body, blood, and the smell of death.

Blood instantly gushed out of Lina's throat, splattering on the Pope's robe. This bloody scene seemed to be the greatest irony of this so-called "holy" church.

Outside the castle, the sun still shone brightly, but within, darkness and blood shrouded it. The bodies of Claire, Alice, and Lina lay there, as if telling the world a tragic tale of faith and resistance. Perhaps, one day in the future, someone will carry on their legacy and continue the fight for freedom, but now, their blood has become the most heavy footnote in this dark age.