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

Carly's beautiful head, cruelly hung by the Germans in a small cage outside the city walls, seemed like an exhibit. Her long, flowing golden hair now lay in disarray around the cage, swaying gently in the breeze. The sunlight on her face made her pale skin seem even more translucent, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

In the cage, Carly's eyes were wide open, as if she were enduring immense pain. Her lips parted slightly, as if she were about to say something, but in the end, no sound came out. Her face still bore the marks of battle, and several scrapes and bruises made her look even more haggard.

The young soldier's head was admired by everyone as an exhibit. People pointed and talked about it. Some showed hatred, others looked on indifferently, and some even laughed at her incompetence and tragic end. However, Carly's head remained silent, its slightly open mouth seeming to tell the story of everything she had experienced.

Her body was mercilessly pierced by a spear. It pierced her lower body and exited through her headless neck, leaving her naked corpse exposed before everyone. What a sight! Her skin, once white as snow, was now stained a crimson with blood, a horrifying sight. Her body was propped upright on the city wall, like a piece of art on display, but this piece of art was horrifying.

Carly's body swayed slightly in the wind, as if she wasn't quite dead yet, still struggling, trying to express her grievances and unwillingness. But in reality, she was a cold, headless corpse. The hair on the head in the cage was ruffled by the wind, obscuring her features and making it impossible to clearly see her final expression. However, through the messy hair, one could sense her pain and despair.

The body that should have been full of vitality now looked so pale and fragile, as if it would break at the slightest touch. Her skin had lost its luster and turned dull, making people feel pity.

However, what was even more shocking was that on her chest, the five big words "The fate of a bitch" were written in blood. It was like a blooming blood-red flower, so bright and tempting that it formed a strong visual impact with her ghostly pale skin, which hurt people's eyes.

Those five words seemed like a cruel verdict against her, completely trampling upon her character and dignity. Every stroke was like a sharp dagger, piercing deep into her heart and tearing her personality and dignity to shreds. They trembled slightly in the wind, as if a group of demons were wantonly mocking her fate. That hideous laughter was chilling and chilling.

On her back, as white as mutton-fat jade, the eight characters "Bitch Carly Died Here" were like a pack of ferocious beasts, leaving hideous, twisted marks on her skin with their swords. The characters, like twisted snakes, were filled with malice in every stroke, as if they had been cruelly carved there, revealing a chilling, deep malice.

Those words, like greedy mouths, bared their fangs and claws, eager to devour her body and soul. They seemed to mock Carly's lowliness and lowliness, forever nailing her name to the pillar of shame, leaving her soul unable to rest. The deep scars, like unhealable wounds, continuously shed blood, staining her back and the entire world red.

The Roman female soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty who had arrived at the city walls looked up at the city walls and instantly witnessed Kali's fate. They stared at her severed head and naked body, stunned by the shattered form of the beautiful and resolute Three-Star Paladin Kali, and the insulting words. They were filled with shock, some crying, others trembling with fear.

The Roman female soldiers of Da Zhou under the city witnessed Carly's miserable condition and felt a variety of complicated emotions in their hearts.

Some female soldiers opened their eyes wide with disbelief on their faces, tears welling up in their eyes, their lips trembling slightly, as if they wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound; some female soldiers covered their mouths in horror, their bodies involuntarily stepped back, their eyes filled with fear and despair; and some female soldiers were pale, holding their weapons tightly in their hands, their knuckles turning white from excessive force, as if they were trying hard to restrain their inner fear.

The female soldiers talked in low voices, their voices filled with surprise and grief.

"How could Carly become like this..."

"She's our three-star Paladin. How could she endure such an insult..."

"Who on earth did this? It's so cruel..."

Fear spread like a plague among the female soldiers, their bodies trembling slightly, as if a gust of wind could knock them down. Some of the female soldiers' eyes revealed anger and hatred towards the enemy, while others were shrouded in deep sorrow, unable to extricate themselves.