I am a female swordsman.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Conversation

“Since you are also a transmigrator, although we are on different sides, there is no need for us to fight to the death for these natives.” The implication of the Depriver was that the lives of transmigrators were more valuable than those of natives. He voluntarily deactivated some of the offensive spell models he had set up and showed some goodwill towards Huang Quan.

Huang Quan took a few steps back and concealed the flickering crimson sword light on his blade.

This was the first time she had encountered a time traveler.

He couldn't help but wonder whether his situation was normal or abnormal compared to other transmigrators or other people's systems.

"I am [Raven]." He revealed his title in this world to the Depriver, signifying his willingness to communicate. When something more important arises, minor matters can be tolerated; this will continue until the important matter disappears or its importance diminishes.

"Hmm... this codename really doesn't suit you."

Some of the deprivers couldn't quite understand Huang Quan's aesthetic sense.

Leaving aside time travelers, just considering the extraordinary individuals in this world, which one of them doesn't choose a title that is both symbolic and full of meaning? Especially for female extraordinary individuals, using evocative titles like "flowers, birds, wind, and moon" makes them even more memorable.

"What options did you offer regarding future changes while you were in the Axis powers?"

Huang Quan directly voiced his doubts and secretly summoned the system panel to accept the quest from [Golden Dawn]. Fate is unpredictable; some things you can't avoid. They may just take a detour, but they will eventually come to you.

destiny……

"Your focus is really weird, isn't it?" The Depriver was a bit of a headache. He felt that he and Miss [Raven] were on completely different wavelengths!

Generally, when encountering other transmigrators in the world, a transmigrator's mind will attempt to communicate and probe them, but this probing remains within the bounds of reason and restraint. Of course, what happens after the probing is over is something only God knows.

The focus Huang Quan showed was clearly not related to the time traveler himself.

“One question, one answer. If it’s a question we can’t answer, we can simply offer a different answer.” Huang Quan turned his head and glanced into the distance, seemingly unintentionally.

The battle between the werewolf captain and the shadow demon has reached a fever pitch.

"Okay, fair trade!" With a clap of her hands, the Depriver finally felt a bit of what it meant to be a transmigrator. If she had remained like a native, communication would have been truly difficult.

The Depriver quickly recounted some of the things he had done in this world; in fact, he had arrived in this strange world where mystery and science danced even later than Huang Quan. The Depriver easily integrated into this world—into it with the attitude of playing a game, rather than becoming one of the plants and trees in the game.

In his pursuit of power, he discovered the secrets of the [World's Hidden Side] and used his eye technique to create operators capable of massively manipulating the power of the [World's Hidden Side]. The gods of this world linger on in the [World's Hidden Side], and the Depriver's next plan is to slaughter them!

Destroy those gods who are still clinging to life and obtain even more immense and powerful strength!

By casually helping the doomed Third Reich prolong its life, it might even change the future. The Disposalist was actually quite proud of this act. Changing history, leading the future—having finally arrived in such a world, how could he not do this to live up to his status?

"...So? Interested in joining me?"

The Depriver extended an invitation to Huang Quan, believing that Huang Quan, being a fellow time traveler, could understand him.

Whether it's changing history, slaying gods, or creating a new world!

Such an alluring undertaking is laid out before you; your name will be inscribed in human history like a god's, your achievements will be remembered for generations to come, and no one can ignore them. Just thinking about it makes one's breath quicken and blood boil. The plunderers reach out their hands; if only the Yellow Springs would nod, they could join forces to carry out this great undertaking!

Huang Quan remained expressionless.

Very few things can truly touch her heart anymore.

"Have you thought about what the consequences would be if you failed?" She didn't rush to agree. If this were a job interview, Huang Quan was observing the boss's character at this moment.

"Failure? How could that be? In the transcendent realm of this world, no one can defeat me." After saying that, the Depriver glanced at Huang Quan with a meaningful look. "Including you. Before, I used the power I obtained in this world, and it wasn't even complete."

The depriver then nonchalantly spread his hands: "Even if we fail, it doesn't matter. It's just one world after all. We'll leave after staying for a while."

"Is that so?"

Huang Quan gleaned a great deal from the words of the depriver, some good, some bad, some positive, some negative, but none of it contained what Huang Quan did not want.

Sure enough, she was an anomaly.

From the world of ghouls onward, she never lived like a transmigrator. Looking back at the underworld, she had to admit that she had lived a very real and fulfilling life back then!

"If I refuse, will you see it as a declaration of war, making us mortal enemies?" Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. In the struggle for ideals, there can even be a situation where they grit their teeth and fight to the death, determined to grind each other to dust! At this moment, Huang Quan was like the deep sea, calm and undisturbed, yet beneath it lay boundless, pitch-black abyss!

"No, as long as you don't directly attack me, I won't attack you first. As for personal matters, I would be very disappointed if you refused."

The regret of the deprived is genuine.

Most transmigrators are arrogant and conceited, and it's very fortunate if they can find like-minded companions to journey together on a shared path. As for the native members of the opposite sex in their local world, except in a very few cases, they are mostly used and discarded without any lingering affection.

"Then I refuse."

"Tsk~~"

In fact, making this choice means that the positions of Huang Quan and the Depriver will be very clear and unambiguous. Huang Quan already knows the Depriver's specific position, but the Depriver's attitude towards Huang Quan is still vague. Huang Quan asked the questions before, and now it's his turn to ask.

"And what about you, Miss Raven? What are you planning to do with the Allied forces?"

"I do not belong to the Allies, I belong to myself."

Huang Quan wields her sword in this world for her own sake; she has yet to find someone worthy of her wielding it. Since the other party treats her with sincerity, Huang Quan naturally disdains to act petty and openly expresses her stance.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Effortless

"This demon blood is still somewhat useful."

The shadowy figure was now pressed against the ground like a flatbread, red and yellow sparks constantly emanating from his body, and spiderweb-like cracks radiating from the ground behind him. Most of his lower body's bones and muscles had been flattened, yet the shadowy figure stubbornly remained alive!

He is no longer human.

Instead, he is a half-demon, a vengeful spirit that roams the human world seeking revenge!

With great effort, the shadowy figure lifted his head and tilted it to the side, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva mixed with sparks and ash. The werewolf captain sitting opposite him was riddled with bullet holes, like holy marks of punishment branded onto his strong muscles. Through the ripped bullet holes, the shadowy figure could see throbbing dark red organs.

A truly admirable and tenacious enemy!

After the German transformed into a white wolf, he nearly bit the Shadow Demon to death on the ground. If it weren't for his extensive experience fighting fierce and cunning demons, he might have been devoured by this wolf today. At this moment, half of the Shadow Demon's body had transformed into a demonic state, burning with faint hellfire. He sat up, took out a cigarette from his right pocket, and lit it using the flames from the other half of his body.

"Hiss—whoosh!"

These cigarettes are a specialty of western China, and they're especially spicy and potent!

Even the devil would crave this...

Captain Werewolf looked at his enemy, who, like himself, was temporarily incapacitated and sitting on the ground, happily puffing on cigarettes. From that half-faced, demonic grin, Captain Werewolf couldn't help but think of someone who also loved to smile: his superior, Major Montana.

"Stop looking, buddy, hell can't take me away."

Noticing the werewolf captain's gaze, the half-undamaged face of the demon twitched.

He disliked the way people looked at the half of his body that had become the demon. He truly missed the days before he met that devil, riding the fastest horse with his lover, galloping wildly across the western desert. Those were moments of happiness that the Demon Shadow would never forget, happy times that could never be returned to.

The battle between the werewolf captain and the shadow demon turned a nearly kilometer-long area of ​​dense forest into a scorched wasteland.

The charred trees lay scattered about, riddled with bullet holes and deep claw marks. Everywhere one looked was a scene of devastation, a testament to the fierce battle between the two second-tier transcendent beings. Clearly, both heavily wounded and sitting opposite each other, they were panting heavily. Once one of them was sure he had rested enough, he would immediately launch a deadly attack on the injured enemy; however, neither of them was absolutely certain of success at the moment.

This created a delicate stalemate.

If you fail to strike successfully and the opponent seizes an opportunity, you will be the one who dies!

It's unclear how much time passed—perhaps a few minutes, or even just a blink of an eye—but the werewolf captain and the shadow demon's exceptional hearing simultaneously picked up the sound of a large group of footsteps rushing towards them.

After the fighting subsided, the smaller fry who had previously dared not intervene began to move.

A tumbleweed of fire rolled over the Shadow's spur boots, and the Shadow seemed to hear the piercing cry of an eagle over the Gobi Desert again! His mouth twisted into an irresistible, ferocious smile, and the werewolf captain's originally clear blue eyes instantly turned crimson!

"It's noon!!"

"Roar!!"

………………

Lin, who was in charge of providing support, encountered considerable trouble. Specifically, he had to lie prone in a natural depression, keeping his head down to avoid having his skull blown off by a shuttle that flew from who knows where!

Lin encountered German special forces soldiers from Orningburg.

These soldiers, trained as mountain hunters, might not be able to help in the battles of second-tier superhumans in the complex mountain forests, but for a dozen of them to team up against a little boy who was only at the first tier and whose focus wasn't even on combat ability, it was clearly an adult bullying a child.

Whoosh whoosh! !

The dirt above his head was constantly being flung up by the shuttle, and Lin held tightly to the rifle in his arms.

He could sense the enemy's breathing as they rapidly approached under the cover of fire. Having never experienced such a scene before, Lin Kai made a fatal mistake in his panic and was caught by the enemy, forced into a desperate situation.

"Calm down, Lin, calm down! You're the best!" Lin's face was pale, and her mouth and hands were trembling!

The correct strategy was for him to snipe from behind, using his extraordinary abilities to accurately kill the enemies one by one. Shadow and Raven were probably engaged in fierce combat and wouldn't have the energy to spare for him. Facing death, only someone with an iron will could remain calm!

Lin is not that kind of person.

He would panic, he would be afraid of dying. But he wanted to be that kind of person, even if it meant being a hero for just a few seconds in his life!

May God bless you.

Lin pulled something out from inside his shirt.

A gleaming gold playing card, its entire surface radiating golden particles! This was a small gift the King of Cards had given Lin, and Lin had later asked the King of Cards about its uses. The King of Cards was generous, explaining its purpose to Lin and also teaching him some card-throwing techniques.

Your fingers need to be flexible, and your wrists need to generate power.

then……

Throw it towards the approximate location of the enemy!

The golden card soared high from the pit, tracing a perfect arc as it spun around before landing in the sight of the German soldiers. The group reacted swiftly, immediately covering their ears and collapsing to the ground. However, a special card imbued with the extraordinary power of the [Card King] was not so easily dodged.

Ding!

The crisp ringing sound pierced straight into the depths of the brain, as if carrying a magical power, instantly pulling the German soldiers who heard the sound into a dreamlike world! Blinding bright light, exaggerated noise, and overwhelming nausea and dizziness left all the soldiers unable to move, rolling on the ground in agony and groaning!

"Wow, amazing..." Lin, who had poked half his head out of the pit, exclaimed in surprise when he saw his masterpiece.

No wonder Mr. Card King said not to throw this thing around when friends are around. If you don't control the distance and the trajectory of the playing cards, this golden card is definitely a weapon to ruin your teammates!

Lin's eyes showed some reluctance, but he still firmly lifted Lee Enfield in his arms and fired at him one by one.

The sound of bursts of gunfire rang out continuously.

After executing all the incapacitated enemies, Lin hurriedly ran towards the area covered by unclean flames and thick smoke. He didn't know what the situation was like inside, whether Mr. Shadow had defeated the enemy, or whether Miss Raven had already decided the victor. As Lin jogged, he heard the werewolf's mad howl and the demon's hoarse roar.

Killing you would be effortless!

Chapter Twenty-Six: Drawing the Knife

People don't think when they're showing off.

The unclean hellfire, condensed by the demonic weapon, resembled a piercing holy light, tearing a terrifying, gaping cavity from the chest to the lower back of the werewolf captain who had transformed into a white wolf and was pouncing on him! The hellish power forged in the gun body, mixed with holy intent, intertwined, triggering a violent reaction with astonishing power!