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

After peace and prosperity return to Dexton, Natasha realizes that true peace may still be a long way off. The Germanic army, once defeated by Lina, has temporarily retreated, but they are lurking in the darkness, a new storm is brewing, and Natasha is about to face a series of new challenges.

On a dark and windy night, Natasha lay quietly on her bed in her room, immersed in a sweet dream. However, just when she was completely unprepared, a subtle but extremely strong murderous intent quietly attacked her like a ghost.

This murderous intent seemed to rise from the dark abyss, carrying a hint of chill, causing Natasha's body to tremble involuntarily. Her subconscious immediately sounded the alarm, waking her suddenly from her slumber.

The moment she opened her eyes, a dark figure darted in through the window at lightning speed. Like a ghost, it held a gleaming dagger in its hand and stabbed straight at Natasha's throat.

In this life-or-death situation, Natasha's reaction was lightning fast. She quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the fatal blow. At the same time, her hand, like a conditioned reflex, quickly reached for the bedside and grabbed the sword that had been placed there.

Instantly, the room was filled with the sound of metal clashing and sparks flying. Natasha engaged in a thrilling fight with the assassin.

The assassin's skills were exceptionally nimble, his every move swift as the wind, dazzling the eyes. His moves were even more bizarre and unpredictable, sometimes like a venomous snake emerging from its lair, sometimes like a cunning rabbit escaping from its three burrows, and each attack was like lightning, heading straight for Natasha's vital points.

As Natasha and the assassin clashed, she gradually realized that he seemed to know her fighting style inside out. His predictions were incredibly accurate, as if he could see through Natasha's next move.

Natasha was secretly shocked. She realized that this assassin was no ordinary killer, but a deadly weapon carefully cultivated by the enemy specifically against her.

The battle dragged on for a long time. Despite the dangers lurking around her, Natasha gradually gained the upper hand thanks to her rich combat experience and strong will. Just as she was about to deliver the fatal blow, the assassin suddenly threw a smoke bomb and disappeared without a trace in the thick smoke. This attack made Natasha realize that the enemy had begun a targeted assassination attempt on her and that she must remain vigilant at all times.

Framed and internal crisis

As one crisis unfolded, another arose. Not long after, a serious theft of supplies occurred in Dexton. Since Natasha had previously been responsible for the allocation and management of supplies, some with ulterior motives began to spread rumors throughout the city, falsely accusing her of being the mastermind behind the theft. Rumors quickly spread throughout the city, and people's trust in Natasha began to waver.

Although Lina firmly believed in Natasha's innocence, she was unable to completely quell the public's doubts due to insufficient evidence. Natasha was caught in an unprecedented dilemma. Not only did she have to face public pressure from the outside world, but she also had to endure the strange looks from others within the army. To make matters worse, her fellow soldiers began to doubt her, which made her feel extremely distressed.

To prove her innocence, Natasha secretly investigates the theft. Regardless of danger, she explores every corner of the city, searching for clues. During her investigation, she discovers a vast conspiracy, one whose purpose is not only to frame her but also to destabilize Dexton.

The invasion of a powerful magician killer team

As Natasha strives to clear her name, a mysterious group of magician assassins suddenly appear on the border of Dexton. Clad in black robes, their faces shrouded in shadow, they exude an eerie aura. They slip into the city silently, like ghosts, leaving no one safe from them.

According to scouts, these magic killers were hired by the Germans to assassinate officials, civilians, female generals, and female soldiers in Dexton. Their actions were swift and brutal, leaving no trace.

Faced with this sudden threat, Natasha put aside her grievances without hesitation and devoted herself to the battle to protect the safety of the city. She knew that the killers' goal was not only the safety of everyone in the city, but also the trampling of innocent lives.

On a dark and windy night in Dresden, the magician killers quietly set out, dressed in black robes, clutching magical runes that shone with mysterious light.

First, they set their sights on Dresden's key official—Chancellor of Finance John Smith. This Dresden-selected official was buried in his study, handling the city's financial affairs, oblivious to the approaching danger. The mage assassins approached the study silently, employing runic invisibility to completely vanish in the darkness.

When they came behind John Smith, one of the killers quickly waved the rune in his hand, and a powerful magical force instantly hit the Chancellor's back. John Smith screamed and fell in a pool of blood.

Next, the magician killers set their sights on Dresden's famous female general, Alicia Brown. She was discussing strategy with the soldiers in the barracks. Her bravery and wisdom made her a role model for them.

Taking advantage of the night, the magician assassins infiltrated the military camp, deftly avoiding patrolling soldiers and arriving at Alicia Brown's tent. Using their runic invisibility spells, the assassins entered the tent. Alicia Brown was absorbed in studying a map, unaware of their approach.

In the dim, flickering candlelight, Alicia Brown bent over a map, her brow furrowed slightly, her slender fingers occasionally tracing the map as she pondered her strategic deployment against the enemy. Outside the tent, the wind howled, as if heralding impending danger.

Suddenly, a strange aura struck like an icy wind, triggering Alicia Brown's sharp intuition. She spun around abruptly. Though nothing was visible, she could sense the veiled murderous intent bearing down on her. She quickly drew her sword from her waist, its silver blade gleaming coldly in the candlelight. She glanced around warily, her gaze sharp as an eagle's.

At this moment, the magician killers hiding in the shadows, seeing that their sneak attack had failed, immediately revealed themselves. They were dressed in black, their faces covered with black cloth, revealing only pairs of cold and fierce eyes. The sharp blades in their hands flashed with an eerie light, like the scythes of the Grim Reaper from hell.

An assassin rushed from the left, his form as nimble as a ghost, his dagger thrust fiercely at Alicia Brown's throat. Alicia Brown quickly dodged to the side, wielding her sword to block. A clang echoed through the tent, the sound of metal clashing. Then, another assassin attacked from the right, his blows as swift as a storm. Alicia Brown nimbly leaped and dodged, her sword tracing graceful arcs through the air, repeatedly deflecting the assassin's attacks.

However, the magic assassins were numerous and coordinated, attacking from all directions, leaving Alicia Brown gradually overwhelmed. Sweat streamed down her forehead, wetting her cheeks, but her eyes remained firm, showing no sign of retreat. She gritted her teeth and swung her sword with all her might, each swing conveying her loyalty and duty to the Great Zhou court and its people.

As Alicia Brown concentrated on dealing with the attacks from the two assassins ahead, a killer who had been lurking in the corner of the tent took advantage and quietly approached from behind. His footsteps were as light as a cat's, making no sound. The blade in his hand gleamed coldly in the darkness. He raised it high and slashed at Alicia Brown's neck.

At that moment, Alicia Brown felt a sharp chill on her back, as if an invisible hand was quietly reaching out to her. Her intuition told her that danger was approaching, but it was too late.

The sharp blade slashed across her fair neck like lightning, its speed astonishing. It felt like a sharp sword easily slicing through soft silk, without the slightest resistance. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the ground in shocking pools of blood.

Alicia Brown's eyes widened, burning with rage and unwillingness. She wanted to roar one last time, to express her unyielding spirit and her resistance to the enemy, but her throat was clogged with blood, and only faint gasps could escape. That sound seemed to be her final struggle, filled with despair and helplessness.

Her body seemed to have been drained of all its strength, and she slowly collapsed. The sword in her hand lost its support and fell to the ground with a resounding thud. Her eyes gradually dimmed, their once bright pupils now hollow and lifeless. But in that final moment, a glimmer of unyielding light still flickered. That light seemed like the afterglow of her soul, burning tenaciously in the darkness, speaking of her contempt for her enemies and her unwavering commitment to justice.

Warm liquid flowed from her lower body, mixing with the blood gushing from her throat, staining her sexy short leather armor red. The tent was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if the breath of death enveloped the entire space. The magician killers looked at the fallen Alicia Brown, their faces full of triumph. Their mission was accomplished, the enemy they once feared now lay in a pool of blood. However, their laughter was tinged with unease, for they knew that Alicia Brown's spirit would live forever in the hearts of the people, becoming an indelible nightmare.

In addition to officials and generals, the magic killers also extended their claws to innocent soldiers and civilians. They roamed the city streets wantonly, looking for their next target.

During one assassination attempt, a young female soldier fell victim. Lillian Greene, a sergeant, was a newly recruited German warrior from the city of Dresden. She was returning home from the barracks, filled with hope for the future. Yet, her life was cut short.

In that dark corner, permeated with an eerie atmosphere, thick shadows swirled like thick ink. Lillian Green, a female sergeant who had achieved great success in the Earth Realm, wore a crisp military uniform and a heavy layer of makeup. Her eyebrows were meticulously shaped into sharp, black daggers, highlighting her heroism and courage. Her eyeshadow was a deep purple, like a mysterious nebula in the night sky, shimmering faintly under the light. Her long lashes were coated with thick mascara, and their fluttering seemed to conceal countless secrets. Her lips were painted a bright red, like a poppy blooming in the dark night, both delicate and dangerous.

She stood tall and straight, her eyes scanning the surroundings with vigilance, but danger approached quietly without her noticing.

A group of mage assassins lurked in the darkness, muttering to themselves as runes flickered at their fingertips. The power of the runes acted like an invisible veil, perfectly concealing their forms, as if they were part of the darkness. They approached Lillian Green silently, their footsteps light and soundless, like ghosts.

When they were close enough, one of the assassins flashed and rushed towards Lillian Green like an arrow from a bow. Lillian seemed to sense something strange and just as she was about to turn her head, a sharp dagger flashed and was pressed against her neck. The blade of the dagger gleamed with a cold light, like the claws of death.

The killer twisted his wrist slightly, and the dagger slashed across Lillian's neck like a flash of icy lightning. Her eyes widened, filled with fear and despair. Her heavy eyeshadow was stained by the tears of terror, leaving dark streaks on her cheeks. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound escaped. Blood gushed from her slit throat, splashing onto her vibrant red lips, making the already vibrant crimson even more striking.

Lillian instinctively clutched her hands at her neck, trying to stem the gushing blood, but it was all in vain. Her body swayed a few times, her legs giving way, and she slowly collapsed. Her eyes remained wide open, as if she couldn't believe she had been assassinated so suddenly. In that painful moment, her life gradually faded, leaving behind only a pool of blood and a face that had gradually faded from its heavily made-up appearance.

The assassinations of these magic killers brought great panic and chaos to the city of Dresden. The people lived in fear, not knowing who their next victim would be. Meanwhile, the magic killers continued to hide in the darkness, waiting for the next opportunity to continue their killing spree.

However, Natasha was not intimidated by these assassination attempts. Through in-depth investigation, she discovered that the magician killer's invisibility relied on a special magic rune. So, she began to look for a way to crack this rune.