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

With that complex power, Bishan was like a dazzling but dangerous meteor, crossing the night sky of the battlefield in the subsequent battles.

In her first battle after recuperation, facing a group of vicious bandits, Bishan's inner demonic power instantly awakened. That power burned around her like black flames, enveloping her longsword in a dark energy. Every strike carried a destructive aura. Before this overwhelming force, the bandits fell like fragile paper figures. Bishan easily triumphed. Looking at the bodies scattered across the ground, she felt a mixture of fear and excitement at the power of that evil force.

In the second battle, Bishan faced a group of well-trained Gallic mercenaries in Germany. These mercenaries were battle-hardened and experienced, and they worked well together. From the moment they entered the battle, they laid siege to Bishan, forming a tight encirclement.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Bishan showed no fear. She took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and then without hesitation, summoned the evil power within her body again.

A powerful dark energy surged through Bishan's body like a black torrent, instantly breaking through her physical restraints and gushing out. This evil force quickly condensed in the air, transforming into black lightning that struck the mercenaries with astonishing power.

Lightning spun through the air like a silver snake, sending mercenaries screaming and falling to the ground wherever it passed. In the blink of an eye, several mercenaries were struck by the black lightning, suffering severe injuries.

Taking advantage of the enemy's disarray, Bishan immediately seized the opportunity and charged into the enemy group like a ghost. The long sword in her hand drew streaks of cold light in the air, and each strike landed precisely on the enemy's vital points, leaving them with no escape.

Under Bishan's fierce attack, the mercenaries were unable to resist and could only retreat step by step. However, Bishan became more and more courageous as the battle went on, as if she was in an empty space, wielding her sword with all her might, and beheading the enemies one by one.

With the last mercenary's fall, the fierce battle finally came to an end. Bishan stood among the corpses on the ground, breathing heavily. Although her body was a little exhausted, her heart was full of confidence.

However, fate doesn't always turn in her favor. In the third battle, Bishan faced a true crisis. Her female infantry unit faced a powerful Gallic enemy force, led by a master a level above her own. From the outset, Bishan felt the immense pressure. The enemy commander, mounted on a towering warhorse and wielding a lance, charged menacingly. Bishan began to mobilize her unholy powers, hoping to achieve victory as she had before.

However, this time, the evil power didn't work as she'd hoped. Just as the enemy general's spear was about to reach her, the evil force surged through her like a wild horse, and Bishan was instantly overwhelmed by excruciating pain. She felt as if her internal organs were being gnawed by a thousand poisonous insects, and every inch of her skin felt like it was being burned by a raging fire. Her body trembled violently and uncontrollably, and the longsword in her hand trembled with the shaking.

The enemy general seized the opportunity and thrust his spear with lightning speed, like a venomous snake emerging from its lair, aiming for Bishan's throat. Bishan's eyes widened in terror, and she tried to dodge but failed. Her body trembled, unable to move. In a split second, the spear mercilessly pierced her throat, sending scalding blood gushing out like a volcanic eruption.

Her throat was ripped open by the spear, and the scream she released pierced the air, a horrific, heartbreaking scream. Her eyes bulged in agony, their sockets threatening to burst, their eyeballs ready to fall out. Her lips trembled, but she could only utter muffled, heartbreaking sobs.

Her body slid down like a puppet with its strings cut, hitting the hard ground with a dull thud. The light of her life gradually dimmed at that moment, and her eyes became empty, as if she had lost all hope and vitality. She stared blankly at the sky, her heart filled with regret and resentment.

Their comrades in the distance witnessed this tragic scene, exclaiming in shock, but their feet seemed to be pinned to the spot, unable to move forward. The power of the enemy's shot filled them with fear, knowing that their strength was far greater than theirs, and that advancing would be a waste of time.

Bishan lay quietly on the cold ground, her body gradually becoming stiff, and her breath of life slowly dissipated. Her eyes finally began to lose their luster, as if they were about to be swallowed by endless darkness.

Unconsciously, a warm liquid flowed out from between her legs, a symbol of her life and a witness to her tragic end. The liquid gradually gathered into a pool of light yellow stream, as if it was the last touch of color in her life.

Her body began to tremble violently, each twitch as if being torn apart by an invisible force. Painful moans emanated from her throat, like wails from hell. Her breathing became rapid and disordered, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling her throat, and each breath became extremely difficult.

Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, as if drained of all life force. Her bloodless skin seemed remarkably transparent in the dim light. Her lips were a strange shade of purple, and her slightly open mouth seemed to be silently screaming, yet only faint gasps could be heard, like the last vestiges of life's struggle.

Her once beautiful little tongue now protruded from her lips, trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out. The color of her tongue had also turned pale, forming a sharp contrast with the purple lips, which made people feel pity.

Her eyes were wide, nearly popping out of their sockets, filled with despair and resignation. It was a desperate longing for life, a deep attachment to this world, yet fate had mercilessly pushed her into the abyss of death. Her eyes revealed an unspeakable pain, as if narrating her inner struggle and helplessness.

Her body trembled slightly, her hands tightly grasping the longsword, as if clinging to a last shred of life. But her trembling fingers grew weaker and weaker, and finally let go of the longsword. Her hands fell limply, and the longsword hit the ground with a crisp sound. Her breathing became increasingly weak, as if it could stop at any moment.

The entire battlefield was filled with an atmosphere of despair, as if time had frozen at this moment. Her beauty at this moment became so poignant that it moved everyone.

As time passed, her body gradually became more hypothermic, her once warm skin now losing its warmth, becoming as cold as ice. Signs of life gradually faded from her body, like the last light of a dying oil lamp slowly fading.

Finally, her mouth opened slightly, and she exhaled her last breath slowly, like a wisp of smoke. It was as light as a feather, yet so heavy it seemed to carry the weight of the world. As the breath faded, her body gradually lost its vitality.

Her head drooped limply to one side, and she died. Her eyes remained wide open, revealing despair and resignation. Those wide eyes seemed to speak of her attachment to life, her regret for what she had left unfinished. A trace of pain lingered on her face, a mark of the suffering she had endured in her final moments, as if to convey her unwillingness and regret.

The other sisters stood at a distance, watching Bishan's death. Even after Bishan's final breath, none of them dared to approach, their hearts filled with fear and despair. They knew the gap between their abilities and Bishan's was too great, and they stood no chance against such a formidable foe. The enemy general, spear drawn, stood on his horse, towering like a god of war. The young female soldiers trembled uncontrollably, their eyes revealing a deep sense of fear and helplessness. With a single roar from the enemy general, two timid female soldiers bled profusely, terrified to death. The rest of the female soldiers hurriedly dropped their weapons and raised their hands. With Bishan's death, the fifty female soldiers, led by Bishan, succumbed to the enemy general's tyranny.