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

After challenging twenty generals, the German army in Dresden did not keep its promise. Instead, it sent a team of more than 2,000 people to surround Lina and launched another siege.

Lina descended upon the battlefields of Dresden like a glittering star. She clad herself in a tight-fitting suit of leather armor, the material radiating a mysterious, subtle glow, as if imbued with ancient power. Every inch of the leather seemed to tell a story of ancient legend. The armor clung to her body, perfectly framing her slender and graceful figure. The top, with two panels of leather interlaced in a unique X-shape, protected her vital areas while perfectly showcasing her graceful collarbone and slender waist. Her briefs were simple yet capable, gently swaying with her movements, exuding a uniquely heroic air. Her legs were encased in a pair of exquisite boots, their intricate patterns akin to flowing poetry, complementing the armor beautifully. Her long hair, like a cascade, flowed freely down her back, gently rustling in the breeze, adding a touch of agility to her already stunning appearance.

Yet, she now found herself in a desperate situation. Two thousand Dresden generals and soldiers surrounded her, impenetrable like a solid wall. Greed and ferocity shone in their eyes. They coveted the mysterious leather armor she wore, and even sought to defeat this legendary warrior for glory and reward.

All around the battlefield, catapults stood tall, with huge stones ready to be launched under the pull of the winch; the giant winch crossbows were like ferocious beasts, and the crossbow arrows flashed with cold light; powerful crossbowmen and javelin throwers were on full alert, waiting for the order.

"Kill!" With the general's roar, the battle broke out instantly.

The catapults were the first to launch, sending massive rocks whistling down at Lina. Lina's eyes flashed, and with a powerful push of her feet, she leaped up like a nimble cheetah, effortlessly dodging the first wave of attacks. Then, a hail of arrows from a massive winch crossbow descended upon her. She wielded her two daggers with lightning speed, weaving an impenetrable defensive net in front of her. The clanking sound echoed endlessly, deflecting the arrows one after another.

Yet, the enemy's attacks continued like a tide, wave after wave, unbroken. Sharp arrows and javelins hurled from powerful crossbows came from all directions, leaving her overwhelmed. Her body was constantly weaving through the hail of spears and arrows. Although her leather armor protected her from most of the attacks, some still managed to slip through, slicing and slashing her skin, sending blood trickling down her fair skin.

As Lina dodged the mechanical attacks, the soldiers charged, swords drawn. A flicker of determination flashed in Lina's eyes. She clutched her short dagger tightly in both hands and charged into the enemy group like an enraged lioness. The dagger in her hands became a deadly blade, each swing claiming a life. Blood splattered, staining her leather armor red, but she didn't flinch.

Time slipped away like sand in an hourglass, each second seeming incredibly long. Lina's breathing grew heavier, and sweat and blood mingled as they streamed down her forehead. Enemies surged forward like a tide, and every swing of her sword felt like a fight against the entire world.

However, human strength is ultimately limited. Lina felt as if her arms were weighed down by lead, becoming heavier and heavier, and every movement became extremely difficult. Her steps began to stumble, and her once nimble movements became sluggish.

The moment she was distracted, a huge rock whizzed towards her like a cannonball. Lina's pupils suddenly contracted, and she tried to dodge sideways, but her body seemed to be frozen, completely unresponsive.

There was a dull thud as the stone hit her shoulder hard, and her body fell forward like a puppet with its strings cut. The sharp pain hit Lina instantly, and her vision went black, and she almost fell to the ground.

The enemy clearly wouldn't miss this golden opportunity. The moment she lost her balance, dozens of crossbows and javelins rained down upon her. These deadly weapons intertwined in mid-air, forming an impenetrable net that enveloped Lina.

Lina didn't even have time to scream before she was overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught. Her body was instantly pierced by countless arrows and javelins, blood gushing from her wounds like a fountain, staining the area around her crimson. The Dresden soldiers cheered in triumph, believing the legendary warrior had fallen. However, just as they relaxed their guard, Lina's leather armor suddenly shone with a dazzling light. The radiance grew stronger, pushing the surrounding enemies back a few steps.

It turned out that this leather armor was an ancient artifact that had accompanied Lina, worn by her the last time she accepted the power of her bloodline inheritance. Now, sensing the threat to its owner's life, it unleashed its final strength. Light transformed into a shield, tightly protecting Lina, while a powerful force erupted from her body. Lina slowly stood up, her eyes filled with anger and unyielding determination.

She charged into the enemy ranks once more, this time with even greater force. Her short daggers sliced ​​through the enemy's throats like lightning, sending soldiers falling to the ground. Even the catapults and winch crossbows were vulnerable to her immense power, easily destroyed.

In a matter of moments, she had slaughtered Dresden's two thousand generals and soldiers. The ground was littered with corpses, blood flowing like a river. Lina stood in the center of the battlefield, the gleam of her leather armor gradually dimming, her body teetering on the brink of collapse. But she ultimately triumphed over this seemingly impossible battle, emerging as the ultimate victor in this brutal conflict. Dragging her skewered body, pierced by countless arrows like a hedgehog, she stepped out of the bloody battlefield, step by step. Her body, pierced by countless arrows, resembled a hedgehog, yet she remained steadfast, dragging her battered form forward, slowly, one step at a time. Each step seemed incredibly difficult, as if her legs had lost all strength, leaving her relying solely on her tenacious will to carry her forward into the distance. Her legendary story will continue to circulate across this continent...