I am a female swordsman.

Bang! ! !

As she landed, kicking up dust, Eri drew the bayonet from her arm and plunged it into the ghoul's head!

The battle has begun, with bayonets drawn and blood drawn!

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One after another, the Justice League's superhumans descended like birds under the cover of airship fire, while ordinary Allied soldiers used ropes to descend quickly, shouting various inspiring slogans.

Standing on the edge of the airship with her arms crossed as if weightless, Huang Quan saw through her eyes a World War II different from her own world, where magic and technology danced together on the world stage and were accepted by people, presenting a bizarre and absurd scene.

What is a divine song?

The ancient poet Dante traveled through Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise, witnessing the intertwining of demons and angels. The world described in the Divine Comedy seems remarkably apt to Huang Quan; she is currently witnessing Hell and Purgatory, and whether she will ultimately see the existence of Paradise remains to be seen.

The air was filled with the smells of gunpowder, blood, and decay.

Huang Quan suddenly smiled, a smile containing extremely complex emotions. The system then conveniently appeared, urging Huang Quan to join the battle as soon as possible and deliver a fatal blow to [Hunter 1].

"My sword is complete; it's time to find someone to test it out."

The formidable will and spirit bestowed by the third stage of the Mindset naturally gave Huang Quan, as a swordswoman, the urge to seek an opponent to draw her sword once she mastered it. She hadn't yet decided to draw her sword for the sake of the world, but drawing it for herself was no problem. With her slender legs slightly bent, Huang Quan gathered her power to its peak and then shot off the airship like a cannonball!

[Crow] Yellow Springs, join the battle!

'Can this battle save the world?' The system did not continue to influence Huang Quan.

Battles occur everywhere, even within systems existing in higher dimensions. The clashes between transmigrators are not only their own affair; the parasitic systems also participate. However, in many cases, battles between higher-dimensional entities like systems remain hidden from others.

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On the battlefield, bullets have no eyes.

Even a superhuman would die instantly if hit head-on by a recoil cannon shot. Fortunately, the enemy's "Undead Legion" has not yet evolved to the point where they can fight the Allied superhumans with firearms.

Thanks to the various high-powered equipment provided by Allied research institutions, the superhumans of the Justice League have made a name for themselves on the battlefield.

Most undead creatures are level zero life forms.

Even troublesome first and second-tier beings would be targeted by the airships overhead, which served as their firepower platforms. Machine guns and bombs cleared the way, and the superhumans quickly finished off the remaining enemies to create a safe zone. A large gap was torn open in the black tide of undead, and this gap would likely not be repaired until the airships' firepower was depleted.

The perimeter of Mingus base.

Although Huang Quan is positioned towards the back of the attack sequence, her offensive is arguably the fastest and most ferocious among the Justice League members!

Wherever the sword light points, nothing can withstand its strike!

How sharp it is!

The only thing that made Huang Quan's swift, flying figure pause for two seconds was a second-tier rotten stitched monster. A crimson sword aura shot out like a bolt of lightning, relentlessly slicing through its proud and powerful body, turning it into pieces of flesh like playing cards in the blink of an eye, never to be stitched back together again...

On the battlefield, Huang Quan is surrounded by crimson sword lights like a rainbow, effortlessly annihilating any who dare to offend her with a flick of her finger. Her graceful demeanor draws everyone's attention. Her sharp edge, capable of slicing through the air, grows ever stronger as Huang Quan advances like a shooting star, gathering momentum before facing her true adversary!

Once the momentum is established, a single sword strike is all it takes to kill the enemy!

The sword lies in the enemy's heart!

"Is this half-demon provoked?" The shadow demon, who had dispatched an undead with a single shot, sensed a familiar aura tinged with a murderous intent. He was somewhat puzzled, as he remembered Raven not being such an impulsive person.

"What an admirable lady." Captain America sincerely praised the female swordsman's strength and was also glad that Miss Raven was on the side of justice.

On the battlefield, the extraordinary beings of the Justice League praised Huang Quan highly, and the undead creatures of the Undead Legion dared not approach her within a radius of hundreds of meters. Although Huang Quan was aware of all this, it was like dust on a mirror, easily wiped away without a trace.

As a Chinese person.

Huang Quan harbors a deep-seated passion for chivalry, a sentiment gradually awakened by her witnessing the army break through enemy lines! Ten years of honing her sword, its frosty edge yet to be tested!

This resolute sword intent pierced the heavens and the earth! It aimed directly at the Minggus underground base!

"Such a powerful will, it reminds me of the feeling I had when I met the Living Buddha in Tibet." At the Mingus base, a tall man with a scar on his cheek stood still, closing his eyes to carefully feel the sword intent that proclaimed the swordsman's strong will to draw his sword for himself.

Behind him, a group of extraordinary Germans were ready for the final battle!

"Gentlemen of Germany, prepare to welcome our guests who have traveled from afar to Berlin!"

Chapter Thirty-Five Major

The gates of Mingus military base are airtight, fully enclosed steel gates.

The vertically closed steel gate blocked Huang Quan's path perfectly; standing before it, she had to strain to look up and even see its top. Under the pressure of the sword's light, all the undead things that had been blocking Huang Quan's way crumbled, and following her senses, she found the gate to the underground Mingus base.

The extraordinary beings of Germany await the final battle here!

Even with conventional forces, a demolition team would need considerable effort to precisely target and destroy a door. This is a military base; a seemingly insignificant spot could harbor a deadly threat!

"Aren't you welcoming me?"

Huang Quan looked up at the right side of the door, where a surveillance camera was hidden in an inconspicuous, dark corner. Surely someone was watching her through the lens right now; behind that door lay the Third Reich's last hope for a comeback, and the Undead Legion was merely a harbinger.

"I never imagined that we would meet for the first time under these circumstances."

A shrewd voice came over the base's loudspeaker.

The other party clearly meant they already knew Huang Quan, yet this voice was appearing for the first time in Huang Quan's memory. This, in a way, confirmed Huang Quan's previous guesses about his identity in this world.

"who are you?"

"Hahaha, I am a soldier of the Empire, Major Montana." In the monitoring room of Mingus Base, a well-mannered, chubby man in military uniform was happily examining the sharp-looking girl on the black-and-white screen. Even separated by a screen, her sharp, sword-like intent still pierced straight to the heart.

Huang Quan pondered for a moment, then made a gesture as if to draw his sword.

The nearly four-foot-long, mechanically styled single-edged sword gleamed with a chilling light in the dim underground. This beloved sword, which had accompanied Huang Quan through countless battles with ghouls and western monsters, was as dangerous and deadly as its master. This mechanically styled single-edged sword was forged for Huang Quan by Dr. Jigoku from the ghoul world, and it was said to have used special materials from World War II Germany.

Perhaps it's not just about the materials...

It may also have involved techniques, such as the shape of the sword.

Huang Quan took out the sword hoping to gain something. Major Montana, who was opposite him, laughed heartily after seeing the sword. He was laughing at the Allied Forces and the Justice League for being blind.

"Welcome back, lady of Germany!"

"What does this sword truly represent?"

Completely unaffected by the major's maniacal laughter, Huang Quan held his sword forward at a 45-degree angle. The gleaming tip of the sword paused briefly on the steel gate before emitting a sharp, fine scraping sound. Following the bread-slicing slit, the single-edged sword began to cut.

In the monitoring room, several German soldiers instinctively wanted to press a button that represented a counterattack, but there was a row of deadly traps near the door!

But the major raised his hand to stop him!

"It represents the hope carried by a great organization before its destruction, a cry for the future." It truly was a great organization; all the books it wrote were revered by European magicians as sacred texts, pathways to the Kabbalah Tree of Life, the essence of life, and truth.

"【Golden Dawn】?"

"You are more perceptive than I imagined, Your Majesty." The major suddenly changed his form of address to Huang Quan, addressing him by the title "Your Majesty." In the world of Divine Comedy, "Your Majesty" carries a deeper meaning than mere respect; it can refer to saints, representatives of gods, or even ineffable beings!

He easily cleaved a large, square opening in the steel gate with his sword.

Bang! !

With a powerful kick, the high boot made intimate contact with the steel surface. Under Huang Quan's exquisite control, the square iron block, severed from the airtight door, slid horizontally across the smooth ground for a considerable distance before finally crashing to the ground. Huang Quan glanced deeply at the monitor but did not destroy it.

"Your ambitions seem to have been thwarted. As a visitor from another time, I am not on your side. The ancient feud of the millennia-old empire is destined to fail. And now, Berlin is on the verge of collapse. Even if you possess extraordinary abilities, you cannot escape the Allied reckoning... Although the Special Operations Team successfully killed Oppenheimer in the follow-up battles of [Hercules], the most important thing has already emerged..."

Huang Quan entered the Mingus base. The air inside was very stuffy, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

"But you didn't side with those hypocrites from the Justice League, did you?" Major Montana said with a hint of regret as he spoke to Huang Quan via the base's broadcast system.

“How come you see?”

"Your Excellency the Depriver has already told us that you will not truly stand on the side of false justice."

With her senses fully activated, the crimson robes surrounding Huang Quan rippled with bewitching magical energy. Thin, rippling red ribbons spread out in all directions along the regular spatial flow, only to quickly reflect back. Beneath the crimson robes, Huang Quan's eyes gleamed an unnatural red, making her appear both an ethereal being and a malevolent demon. She felt better than ever before.

The space beneath Mingus's base was much larger than expected.

After walking forward for about ten minutes, Huang Quan still hadn't explored the deeper limits of the base.

During this process, Major Montana and Huang Quan communicated a lot. In 1900, the Golden Dawn split, and its successor chose Germany to form a new Golden Society. The German government and the Golden Society at that time formulated a plan full of fantasies!

Try to summon visitors from time and space.

They used the "Cube," a sacred relic of the Golden Dawn, to open a spacetime communication node.

They want to manipulate time to propel organizations and nations into unprecedented rapid development.

The plan, of course, failed, and the Golden Society's massive investment and manpower were quietly withdrawn. However, unexpectedly, the ignorant world's cry for time and space had already been uttered. Forty-five years later, the first group of time travelers left their traces, and less than a year later, two more time travelers appeared.

It has been proven that, without constraints, time travelers have a negative impact on the original world, both large and small!

Even catastrophic consequences!

In this respect, Huang Quan's high degree of self-discipline and cold rationality helped her avoid a lot of trouble, and the help of her world consciousness is gradually becoming apparent.

"Where is the [Cube]? And where is the [Depriver]?" Huang Quan finally stood behind Major Montana, looking at the black and white surveillance cameras filling the room. Her inorganic, scarlet eyes locked onto the fat major.

The gleaming single-edged sword was held in reverse in his left hand.

Huang Quan did not sense any fear from Montana's mental fluctuations.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Imperial Tomb

In Huang Quan's view, there are only two kinds of people who have no fear of death.

One type is a madman, the other is a fool.

Both types of people can be clearly represented by the two major political parties that determined the fate of the nation in Chinese history. It's immediately obvious whether they are fools who sacrifice themselves for lofty ideals. Their simplicity, fearlessness, and willingness to sacrifice cannot be concealed! And this Major Montana before me…

He's definitely not stupid.

"Your Excellency, do you know the meaning of your existence in this world?" The major ignored the chill that came from behind him, instead staring intently at the footage on the monitor.

That was war!

A war that mercilessly inflicted iron and blood upon the enemy! A war that embodied the greatest good, evil, and wisdom of humankind! A war that evolved from picking up stones since the dawn of humanity to the war of powerful ships and cannons of today! The flames of war of the Third Reich swept across the entire world! This achievement deserves both the world's curse and its remembrance!

Major Montana was completely captivated!

"You're testing my patience." Although Huang Quan has an icy, expressionless face, she's never been one to have a good temper. If she doesn't get an answer soon, she'll have to find one herself.

"Your Majesty, this is battlefield etiquette."

The major shook his finger. This Nazi soldier, who harbored an extreme fanaticism for war, had his own stubborn side and was not afraid of Huang Quan's exaggerated strength at all. He kicked his leg, turning the swivel chair 180 degrees, and looked at Huang Quan, who now resembled a demon god, with a smile.

This warmonger was not as menacing as one might imagine.