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

The four four-star paladins and two three-star paladins quickly arrived outside the brothel. The German Marshal, who had just arrived, saw them coming out and calmly asked, "Is it resolved?"

One of the four-star paladins replied respectfully, "Marshal, the four of us will follow your instructions, concealing our presence and launching a surprise attack while the girl is off guard. Her skills are truly extraordinary, and her ability to cross borders is truly astonishing. If we hadn't adopted a sneak attack strategy, I'm afraid even if the four of us joined forces, we might not be able to easily defeat her. These Roman female soldiers and generals trained by the Great Zhou are indeed rare talents, and their individual combat capabilities are so strong that they cannot be underestimated."

In the battle, we gave it our all, not daring to slack off for even a moment. That girl's moves were fierce, like a whirlwind of wind and rain, overwhelming us. The two three-star paladins were no match for her, and were about to face her ultimate blow. We quickly took advantage of Arya's leap to launch a surprise attack.

Our two four-star paladins flashed before Arya like ghosts, their long swords piercing her chest like lightning, pinning her to the wooden door. Arya's body trembled violently, and blood spurted from her mouth. The blood splattered like a red fountain, splashing onto the surrounding ground and walls, forming shocking blood flowers.

At the same moment, another of our four-star paladins thrust his longsword with the swiftness of a venomous snake, piercing Arya's navel. Her face instantly turned pale, and her body clung limply to the wooden door, as if all life force had been drained from her. Her eyes were filled with despair and resignation, staring at us intently, eyes wide open, as if she wanted to carve our image into the depths of her soul.

Finally, my sword flashed through the air, piercing Arya's throat with pinpoint accuracy. A deep, shrill roar erupted from her throat, a sound like the roar of a demon from the depths of hell, chilling to the bone. Her eyes, filled with despair and unwillingness, were wide open, as if she wanted to see everything in the world clearly. The stare gave me a chilling feeling.

Arya's body was nailed to the door, blood flowing down from the longswords and swords, forming a shocking pool. Her face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, as if she had already died. I made a final strike with my longsword, piercing her throat deeply, the longsword in my hand sinking to the hilt. Her body trembled violently, and she exhaled her last breath, her tongue sticking out from her lips. Then her head tilted and she was completely dead, hanging on the three swords and the wooden door. A warm liquid flowed between her legs, and she was dead!

Marshal German said calmly: "Lead the way!"

The six men hurriedly supported the marshal and walked quickly into the brothel, heading straight for the wooden door where Arya died. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination. Standing in front of the wooden door, the German marshal stared at the door that was nailed shut tightly. Arya's delicate body was nailed to the door, as if she was still struggling in pain.

The corners of Marshal German's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. This smile seemed a little out of place on his serious face, but it revealed a certain satisfaction deep in his heart.

He gave the order without hesitation: "Strip off all her clothes and throw her on the bed. Don't waste such a beautiful body. Let's all have some fun!"

Hearing the marshal's order, the six paladins did not hesitate at all and quickly took action. First, they carefully removed the swords stuck in Arya's throat, chest, and navel, and then did some simple hemostasis to prevent the blood from staining the bed.

After doing this, they mercilessly threw Arya's naked body onto the big bed inside the door like an insignificant object. Since Arya had already died a long time ago, they did not need to go through the tedious binding procedures.

After everything was settled, the six paladins reported to Marshal Germanic: "It's done!"

Marshal German nodded with satisfaction, then gently closed the wooden door, isolating himself from Arya's body in a relatively private space. He slowly turned around, his eyes falling on Arya's still warm body, a trace of greed and desire flashing in his eyes.

Next, an inhumane torture is about to take place in this closed room...

Not long after, he slowly walked out of the room, feeling satisfied, a hint of amusement still lingering on his face. Standing outside the door, he glanced coldly at the six people waiting for orders, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He said to them, "This is your reward. Hurry up and don't dawdle! We'll drag her out and parade her through the streets later!"

When the six heard this, they were immediately excited, their eyes flashing with greed and cruelty. They rushed into the room and started a new round of torture on poor Arya.

Arya had been tortured beyond recognition, covered in wounds and blood. However, the six men showed no mercy, using various cruel methods to continue to destroy her body, making it unbearable to watch. Arya could never have imagined that she would face such brutal humiliation after her death.

After the incident, a group of soldiers were summoned and allowed to rape Arya. After a night of torture, the next morning, they strapped Arya's naked body to a wooden cart, tied her hands behind her back, and paraded her naked body through the city. Arya was once again exposed to the German soldiers and civilians, subjected to all kinds of humiliation and abuse.