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

Natasha, naive, never dreamed that her unusual behavior the previous night (her overeagerness to inquire about the German army's movements had aroused the noble general's suspicion of her) had already caught the attention of the German noble general. However, he felt he couldn't capture Natasha directly, so he remained silent after their sexual encounter, not alerting her. To discover Natasha's true identity, and since he didn't have sufficient evidence, he decided to send a master to secretly monitor Natasha, hoping she would reveal her true identity.

Natasha, unaware of this, was about to pass on the intelligence. She tucked the information into her hairpin and hurriedly left the flower shop, ready to pass it on to the intelligence rendezvous point with the female soldiers in the group. Little did she know that she had been targeted by the noble general's agents. Two four-star Paladins and a top-level expert at the Minor Success stage of the Heavenly Realm were secretly following Natasha! Her intelligence-transmitting journey became a dangerous one! After all, she was only a three-star Paladin, facing an opponent two realms higher, and secretly, a top-level expert who was a major realm higher. With the enemy in the dark, and Natasha in the light, her fate became fraught with peril!

Natasha, carrying crucial intelligence, rushed to deliver it with a burning heart. She hurried, clad in a sheer veil, revealing only a thin, transparent bellyband and narrow, transparent panties. Her alluring figure, half-revealed beneath the veil, was incredibly alluring. Her hair was tousled in the wind, and she walked briskly, unaware of the danger approaching like a ghost.

Natasha's face was adorned with delicate, vibrant makeup, as charming as a blossoming peach blossom. Deep purple smoky eyeshadow, accentuated by thick mascara, shone a firm and resolute gaze. Her lips, painted a vibrant cherry-pink lipstick, were slightly upturned, revealing a mysterious smile.

She was clad in a sheer, gauze veil, so thin it seemed as if it would flutter away with the slightest breeze. Beneath the veil, a thin, transparent white bellyband and narrow, transparent white panties were faintly visible, revealing her entire private area, showcasing her alluring form to the fullest. Her skin was as white as snow, smooth and delicate as jade, radiating a captivating luster.

Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, swaying gently as she walked, and fluttering in the wind.

Natasha sped along, finally reaching a secluded rendezvous point. As she stopped, she felt a strong sense of oppression. The two four-star Paladin masters, clad in gleaming armor, their swords gleaming coldly, flanked her. Natasha was startled, but quickly composed herself, knowing full well she couldn't panic.

At the same time, the top-tier expert, who had reached the minor success stage of the Heavenly Realm, also appeared. He was tall, his face stern, and he exuded a chilling aura. Natasha gritted her teeth and began to mobilize the holy energy within her body. Her eyes brightened, and her vibrant makeup now added a touch of determination. Her transparent veil fluttered in the wind, and she looked like a rose with thorns.

The battle was imminent. Natasha launched the first attack, her holy power condensing into a beam of light as it rushed towards her opponent. The two four-star paladins easily blocked it and began to surround her. The top-tier warrior waited for an opportunity to strike. Natasha was in a difficult situation, but she did not give up. She had only one belief in her heart: to pass on the information, even if it cost her life.

The noble general had already set up a tight net, with two four-star Paladin masters following him closely, and the top-level expert in the Heavenly Realm who was hiding in the dark, with his eyes as sharp as torches, closely locked onto her every move.

As night fell, Natasha entered a deep forest. Moonlight filtered through the branches, like shattered silver. She paused cautiously, a sense of foreboding washing over her. Suddenly, two icy flashes struck from either side. They were the two four-star paladins. Their swords flashed with a cold light, piercing Natasha like venomous snakes.

Natasha reacted quickly, drawing her sword to meet the attack. Though a three-star Paladin, she possessed vast combat experience, and for a moment, the two engaged in a close fight. Her movements were as lithe as a swallow, her sword strikes fierce and ruthless, each swing laced with a desperate determination. However, the enemy's realm was still one level higher than hers, and Natasha gradually began to struggle.

As she locked horns with the two four-star paladins, a dark figure struck from behind like lightning. It was none other than the Heaven Realm Minor Success expert hidden in the shadows. The spear in his hand pierced Natasha's back with a clanging sound. Natasha sensed a fierce, murderous aura approaching, and tried to dodge, but it was too late. The spear pierced her back fiercely, exiting through her navel, and blood instantly stained her transparent veil red.

Blood gushed out from Natasha's back and navel like a fountain, instantly staining her transparent veil red. The veil seemed to have been given life, its original crystal-clear clarity becoming blurred, replaced by a shocking crimson. Blood spread across the veil, forming vibrant flowers of blood, a poignant yet cruel painting. The red quickly covered most of the veil, turning it into a bloody haze. The splattered and flowing blood quickly covered the entire veil.

Blood flowers bloomed on the veil, their petals trembling slightly, as if telling of Natasha's pain and unyielding spirit. Blood flowed down the veil, dripping onto the ground, forming pools of dark red. Each drop of blood was a symbol of Natasha's life, leaving a deep mark on the land.

The transparent veil, stained with blood, became heavy and sticky, as if carrying Natasha's endless pain and anger. The red veil fluttered in the wind like a broken flag, revealing Natasha's unyielding spirit and tenacious will.

She groaned in pain and stumbled. The two four-star paladins seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack, their swords raining down like raindrops. Natasha endured the excruciating pain, brandishing her sword with all her might to resist. Her eyes held no trace of fear or surrender, only determination and resolve.

However, the disparity in strength was too great. Before Natasha could escape the restraints of the spear, the longswords of two four-star paladins pierced her chest. Blood flowed continuously from her chest. Her steps became unsteady, and her breathing became rapid and heavy. But she still held the sword tightly, refusing to give up.

Finally, after a long period of painful torture, Natasha's resistance had reached its limit. Her legs seemed to have lost all their strength, and she suddenly knelt on one knee.

Seeing this, the three German masters immediately surrounded him like hungry wolves, with ferocious and cruel smiles on their faces, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

Natasha raised her head with difficulty. Despite her extreme fatigue, her eyes still revealed a hint of indomitable determination. She gripped the sword tightly in her hand and, with her last bit of strength, hurled it fiercely at the enemy.

With a crisp metallic clang, the sword arced through the air and flew straight towards one of the German masters. However, due to lack of strength, the sword's power was far less than before, and the enemy easily dodged it by leaning sideways.

Natasha, now weaponless, fell to the ground with her eyes wide open, unwilling to give in. The spear of the Heaven Realm Minor Success master was still lodged in her stomach, and blood gushed out from the wound, staining the ground beneath her red.

Two four-star paladins, wielding longswords, gazed at the defenseless Natasha with cruel smiles in their eyes. They both pulled their swords from Natasha's chest, and two streams of warm blood spurted out from her chest. The two extremely cruel masters simultaneously thrust their swords forward, piercing Natasha's throat.

Natasha's eyes widened, her mouth gushing blood like a bursting dam, as if she were spitting out every last drop of blood in her body. The blood gushing from her throat splattered onto the ground beneath her, forming a shocking pool of blood. At the same time, a warm liquid slowly seeped out between her legs, the last trace of her life, slowly draining from her body.

As time passed, Natasha's body began to twitch violently, each twitch like a final struggle between life and death. Her fingers dug into the ground, her nails digging deep into the dirt, as if she were trying to grab onto something to save her life. However, it was all in vain. Her strength gradually faded, and her body grew weaker and weaker.

Finally, after a series of extremely violent convulsions, Natasha's body collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball, lifeless. Her eyes were still wide open, as if she was still gazing at some distant place, where her unfinished mission lay; her mouth was still open, as if she wanted to shout out something, which was her endless regret and unwillingness.

Thus, on this icy land, this young, beautiful, and resilient female warrior met her end in a tragic manner, her brief yet glorious life. The crucial intelligence she carried vanished with her passing, like her unyielding spirit, lingering in this dark land for a long time.