Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Adjutant Troy was in a state of panic at the moment. The faces of the old men in the parliament flashed on his computer screen, and each of them looked as gloomy as a mantis beast that could drown an entire garbage planet.

"Adjutant Troy, you must give us an explanation!" A portly councilman spoke first, a hypocritical smile on his face. "Why did Marshal Kyle leave his post? What's wrong with him?"

"Such irresponsible behavior is a blasphemy against the Free Federation!" another thin congressman shrieked, his voice shrill and piercing, like a parrot being strangled. "As the highest commander of the military, he actually risked his life for an insignificant F-rank female! This is dereliction of duty! I will definitely bring him to court-martial!"

This sentence was obviously very inflammatory, and it made the congressmen on the screen excited.

"Yes! Send him to a court-martial!"

"That's right! I second that!"

"I also agree!"

"..."

The parliamentarians were outraged, with waves of angry voices rising one after another.

Adjutant Troy managed to maintain a basic smile on his face, but his fists were quietly clenched.

These maggots who can only talk big, they only know how to hide in their comfortable big houses and clamor. While the soldiers on the front line are bleeding and sacrificing their lives, they are thinking about how to empty every penny of the national treasury!

At that moment, the gray-haired elder seated at the head of the table slowly raised his hand, signaling for silence. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, scanned each agitated council member. Silence gradually returned to the hall, and everyone's attention was fixed on him.

This person was none other than Simba, the Speaker of the Federation. "We cannot deny Marshal Kyle's outstanding contributions and heroic fighting on the battlefield. We should calm down and comprehensively assess this incident, rather than being swayed by momentary emotions."

As soon as Speaker Simba opened his mouth, he seemed to be on Marshal Kyle's side, but Troy was not happy at all.

The most shameless and cunning one is this old guy!

As expected, Speaker Simba's next words changed the subject: "However, precisely because Marshal Kyle is an indispensable strategic resource for our Federation, he should act with caution, and not face a ninth-level mutated Devil Ivy alone for the sake of an F-level female! Even if that female is his nephew's partner!"

As soon as Speaker Simba finished speaking, the parliament hall erupted in uproar again. The members who had calmed down a little became excited again and expressed their secondment.

"The Speaker is right. I heard that the mutated devil vine is immune to all supernatural attacks, and even thermal weapons can't hurt it at all. Marshal Kyle's trip is likely to be dangerous..."

Troy couldn't help but roll his eyes.

You are in great danger!

Your whole family is in danger!

The congressmen were still discussing excitedly, as if they could already foresee that Marshal Kyle would definitely die.

"We must act immediately," the congressman who spoke looked very young. He obviously didn't have the patience of those old foxes. His expression seemed to be filled with a bit of impatience and eagerness. "If something really happens to Marshal Kyle, the entire federal defense system will be seriously affected. We can send someone to temporarily take over the command of the military and take over the military during Marshal Kyle's absence."

As soon as the words fell, the scene fell into a strange silence.

Troy sneered in his heart and finally said it out loud, this is your real purpose.

Speaker Simba coughed lightly, breaking the silence. "Although young people are a bit impatient, what he said is not without reason. Marshal Kyle's safety is of great importance. The military truly needs a strong leader to deal with the current situation..."

Troy stood up in front of the screen. As a half-orc, he naturally held a more imposing presence than these pleasure-seeking maggots. "Speaker, members of the Senate, according to Article 15 of the Federal Military Law, no one has the right to assume command of the military without authorization unless the current supreme commander has a clear action plan and contact has been maintained. Marshal Kyle is currently forced to kill the mutated ninth-order plants to protect the stability of a vital resource planet. How could he abandon his post for personal reasons? Mr. Speaker, you cannot doubt the Federal God of War, who is truly worshipped by all soldiers, because of false rumors and speculation!"

Speaker Simba frowned, obviously displeased with Troy's rebuttal. He was about to say something when his secretary hurriedly leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

Speaker Simba's face changed, and then he put on a hypocritical smile: "Adjutant Troy is right. Marshal Kyle is the God of War of the Federation and the patron saint of the Free Federation. We should always trust Marshal Kyle!"

After Speaker Simba said a few nice words, he quickly announced the end of the meeting.

Troy received the latest news from his men almost at the same time: "The Devil Ivy has been silenced, but Lord Kyle and Lady Rosie are both missing!"