I am a female swordsman.

It is impossible for flesh and blood to withstand the full power of bullets on the battlefield!

Huang Quan already knew this when he was in the west.

However, there are mystical forces in this world, and one doesn't necessarily have to be a brute to withstand bullets. Different superhumans have their own ways of dealing with bullets.

A single, fully loaded rifle bullet, when it hits flesh, creates a radial penetration hole the size of a large bowl! The MG42, nicknamed Hitler's Chainsaw, unleashed its full power, sweeping across the battlefield, tearing soldiers' bodies in half like chainsaws. The hellish scene was enough to be called the nightmare of all Allied soldiers!

Faced with the encirclement and suppression firepower set up by the special forces soldiers of Fort Orning, Huang Quan once again had to make use of her advantages.

speed!!

From the beginning of the Ghoul world, due to her personal physical condition, the first relative advantage that Yomi showed was her ghostly and elusive speed.

A moment before the scorching metallic sparks erupted, Huang Quan's figure vanished from her spot. She had always danced on the edge of a knife, experiencing the sensation of metal bullets being fired from deep within the barrel, their sharp points weaving a deadly web of fire that tore through the smoke and deadly kinetic energy!

These soldiers' fighting spirit is truly iron!

Even as their comrades were frequently found with their brains splattered or their bellies ripped open, subjected to the brutal slaughter inflicted by Huang Quan's demonic claws, they never stopped searching for enemies or pulling the trigger. There were even those suicide soldiers who, even on the verge of death, pulled the pins on their grenades, intending to take Huang Quan down with them!

Amazing!

What special material are these people made of? How could they go to such lengths for an empire on the verge of collapse?

"Forehead!"

With a slight groan of pain, Huang Quan, forced to break free from the men's relentless pursuit, was now surrounded by several soldiers. Her left hand, now swirling with undying magical energy, produced several deformed, sharp bullets that emerged from her taut, red muscles! These soldiers of Orningburg, whose physical abilities barely exceeded the limits of mortals, had actually managed to wound the demonized Huang Quan with their guns and grenades!

This is still...

Without the [Depriver] joining in.

Huang Quan hid behind a large tree where the soldiers' guns couldn't immediately unleash their firepower.

But for those with extraordinary abilities, this obstacle is as if it doesn't exist.

"Surrender, charming yet dangerous lady. Your personality and power dictate that the Justice League is not for you. Only the German Empire is the ideal place to display your prowess without fear!" After witnessing Huang Quan's demonic form filled with evil aura, the Depriver immediately judged that Huang Quan would definitely not be welcomed by the Justice League.

Those self-proclaimed champions of justice would definitely turn on each other on the spot if they saw such an evil force!

Aren't you angry at all?

Huang Quan was truly puzzled. What was this black-haired man thinking?

On the battlefield, we clash with swords, determining victory and defeat, life and death. But the attitude of this "Depriver" is truly indescribable, as if everything is a game to him. The deaths of his subordinates, the enemy's fighting spirit, and his own stance—if there is a limit to self-interest, then without a doubt, the "Depriver" has crossed that line. So full of arrogance and conceit, his arrogance and pride are undisguised!

To put it simply, this person can neither hide their talent nor restrain their arrogance; they treat everything else as a joke.

Similarly, he had no intention of killing Huang Quan.

"How could I bear to?" The Depriver gazed at Huang Quan with deep affection.

"To be honest, you're the most disgusting man I've ever met." It's not easy to get such a compliment from Huang Quan, and there's another layer of meaning behind it: she has developed a suspicion about the [Depriver], but this suspicion still needs evidence to prove it.

"That's a truly unique assessment..."

Perhaps it was because Huang Quan's sharp words had finally turned on him, but the "Depriver," with his hands in his coat pockets, finally showed a slight annoyance. He cracked his knuckles, and Huang Quan sensed magical marks on his hands, very similar to the one she had seen when she first came to this world.

Are they finally going to make a move?

[The Depriver] signaled the soldiers to support the werewolf captain, while he himself was to tame the wild horse.

boom!!!!

The ancient tree he was leaning against shattered into countless fragments in an instant, as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed cannonball! Caught off guard, Huang Quan was struck squarely from behind by the shockwave! His entire chest heaved violently, and as he rolled to the ground, Huang Quan caught a glimpse of the approaching figure of the [Depriver] out of the corner of his eye!

At this moment, a pentagram appeared in the iridescent eyes of the [Depriver]!

This represented his intense will to strip away everything, exerting mental pressure on Huang Quan. Moreover, the sheer number and intensity of the magic instantly conjured in this space were something only a Saint-level mage from ancient times could create. A genuine peak second-tier mage, and a noble among the extraordinary—a mage!

'This is……'

"Hahahaha! I am the king of magic, the spirit of magic! Heed my command and annihilate the enemy before you! Rewrite the magic that will strike fear into the hearts of your foe!" The personality of the [Depriver], having activated the pentagram eye, shifted toward berserk. With his unrestrained laughter, countless complex magical energies poured down upon the Yellow Springs!

Intense light, lightning, torrents, and various negative curses such as weakness, coma, and bondage.

[The Depriver] One person is like a cannon!

"So long-winded!"

Amidst the vibrant array of magic, Huang Quan's hoarse and chilling voice rang out, and a crimson sword cleaved a path through the magical tide! Following this fleeting passage, Huang Quan's swift, sword-like figure went straight for the enemy's head; [The Depriver] had successfully forced Huang Quan to draw his sword.

The crimson ribbon was sharp and unstoppable!

Huang Quan's sword intent, which had been eroded and refined by demonic energy, was not only unaffected, but underwent a profound transformation and high degree of condensation! The demonic energy he wielded with his sword intent, while not as perfect as the sword energy honed by a [Sword Master], was still enough to outclass these mass-cast spells in quality!

A move without willpower is like a dead object!

Faced with an attack truly imbued with the will of a powerful being, no matter how magnificent or imposing, it is nothing more than a paper tiger that crumbles at the slightest touch. Like effortlessly slicing through butter of various colors, the softened magical energy easily destroys numerous well-formed spells.

The feeling was like a flash of red light, instantly extinguishing the vibrant colors and diverse forms in the air.

Slowly fading out!

This sword strike is called, Breaking the Law!

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Transmigrator

The Sword of Destruction!

This is a technique that Huang Quan specifically developed to deal with the extraordinary beings in this world. It can be said to be a forbidden art that truly destroys the sharpest edge! The extraordinary beings in this world have diverse sources of power, but all of them are based on the manifestation of the world's own operation. They are the darlings of this world!

In contrast, energy derived from energy transfer exhibits a qualitatively overwhelming advantage.

As long as the will and energy of the Yellow Springs are highly unified.

For example, swordsmanship imbued with sword intent, or the use of powerful emotions to drive magical energy. She could create a realm-like existence, forcibly bringing the world's workings under her control and eradicating all other forms of extraordinary power!

In reality, Huang Quan is still unaware...

Her fighting style is precisely the power of the divine realm above the third tier in this world.

Strictly speaking, Huang Quan's technique should be called the Sword of Forbidden Magic, a sword strike that creates a domain that forbids all magic—a legendary realm that only swordsmen who have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship can glimpse. One sword seals all magic, all magic is forbidden by one sword! But unfortunately, Huang Quan's sword intent and demonic energy are both incomplete; his deductions can only be said to have stopped at the level of the Sword of Breaking Magic. Such is life; perfection is impossible!

The sword flashed like a startled swan!

The gleaming, mechanical-style single-edged sword emitted a sharp, deadly whistle in the air, extinguishing all spells along its path as if a series of illusions had been broken.

But that was not a smokescreen.

Instead, they are genuine, high-precision magic models; any one of them contains magical knowledge that a novice mage (equivalent to rank zero) would need to study carefully.

The arrogant smile on the face of the "Depriver" froze instantly when the crimson blade of light swept unimpeded into his vision. He always knew why this white-haired, red-eyed girl dared to stop him alone; such a sword-wielding aura, capable of slaying demons and gods, would place her among the top-tier sword immortals in the Chinese world!

The red pentagram in his eyes shimmered with a mysterious, dark luster.

After all the magic was shattered by the crimson sword light, the [Depriver] immediately tried to use his extraordinary power to decipher the incomparably sharp sword light, but the result he received in an instant was...

"It can't be parsed?"

Swipe!

The sword's edge, sharp as a bolt of lightning, continued its relentless attack, aiming straight for the throat of the one who had been stripped of his life. This merciless style of killing brought a silent, deathly pressure. His hands suddenly clasped together, and behind his previously empty back, a dense array of magic circles appeared, surrounding him like stars around the moon!

All of them were defensive spells.

Like a crimson meteor, it crashed headlong into the enemy ranks!

One layer! Ring of Flames, broken! Two layers, Frost Nova, broken! ... Seven layers, Atmospheric Shield, broken! ... Fifteen layers, Light Energy Shield, broken! ... Broken! Broken! Broken!! ... With unstoppable momentum, it crushed all obstacles! In one fell swoop, it wiped out all twenty-three layers of protection from the root. Finally, this dazzling sword light, which bloomed for a moment, stopped at the twenty-fourth layer, the last layer of protection!

The sword's momentum, which was firmly held back by the strong electric current protection, plummeted to its lowest point.

Finally, with a snap, it vanished completely.

In a mere instant, the battle between offense and defense had already been decided, and only then did the Depriver dare to breathe a sigh of relief. He had not expected that this white-haired, red-eyed female swordsman would be so formidable.

"You cast twenty-four strong defensive spells in one go. You must be no nobody. Now you have the right to state your name."

With his sword raised before him, Huang Quan's sharp intent assaulted the mind of the one who had been stripped of his power wave after wave.

"The Depriver... But you, with such terrifying swordsmanship, why have I never heard of it before?"

"Because I'm bored."

This era is one of heroes and great figures, where everyone wants to step onto the stage of history and show off their power, including extraordinary individuals. But Huang Quan, a visitor from another world, is destined to have a mindset that doesn't belong in this similar world, so her answer is simply boredom.

"I see."

The one who was deprived understood the coldness hidden in Huang Quan's words, and he took a deep breath.

"The Undying Legion and the inner world are related to you." Huang Quan subtly adjusted his sword, trying to extract information while simultaneously considering how to deal with the Deprivers.

It can instantly cast complex spells without any difficulty.

This guy is definitely a pseudo-Tier 3. Huang Quan could fight him and win, but that doesn't necessarily mean he could kill him. If both the Swordmaster and Demonbane classes are in good condition, then there might be a chance.

"Yes."

"Why did you do this?" The question wasn't directly posed; Huang Quan felt he was getting closer to the truth. Alerting the enemy would be unwise.

"Why? If I said it's because it's interesting, would you agree with me?"

One of the advantages of talking to an arrogant person is that even if you know it's just platitudes, they won't lie to you unless they're fed up with you. The arrogance of a depriver is ingrained; he doesn't hide anything from Huang Quan's questions. He does what he wants, follows his heart, and does what's interesting—why waste so much time on nonsense?

"The world is trending toward a future you can't believe, and I'm just providing an opportunity."

future!!

A storm raged within Huang Quan! She finally understood why she felt such a strange sense of alienation from this world from the Disposalers! The word "future" reminded Huang Quan that, in terms of the World War II era, she too came from the future, and she knew about the future of her world during World War II!

This depriver is not a person of this world.

He is a traveler.

"Traveler?"

The three words slipped out unconsciously, and Huang Quan's cold and aloof expression changed slightly. The one who had been stripped of his power, however, stared wide-eyed. He wasn't stupid; his initial shock was only momentary. He immediately realized that Huang Quan shared the same identity as him.

"Damn it, how come you're just like a native?... No wonder I couldn't analyze your abilities." The first sentence, referring to Huang Quan as being just like a native, means that Huang Quan has perfectly integrated into this world, without any of the arrogance of a transmigrator. The second sentence, however, is a sudden realization, spoken in a relaxed tone.

“Indigenous people…”

Upon hearing this, Huang Quan's brows furrowed slightly. She saw herself reflected in the one who had taken her power. She asked herself, if her ghoul world hadn't had that high-pressure environment of constant uncertainty, and that extreme, even pathological, fear of the unknown, would she, having so easily acquired power, have become the person who could so casually utter such harsh words?

Furthermore, given that she could easily gain power, and without integrating into that world, would she be willing to disregard Tamos's advice and sacrifice the proper conduct of the precious profession of "Demon Contractor" to save Mado Kureo?