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

Speaker Simba took the main members of the parliament and went straight to the Raven Star Army Headquarters.

Rows of aircraft landed in front of the majestic fortress of the military headquarters, creating a spectacular scene.

Speaker Simba stood on the gangway of the aircraft, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Although he is the Speaker of the Parliament of the Free Federation, and on the surface he is on equal footing with Kyle, the top military official, in reality, the Free Federation has grown from a tiny country at the beginning of its independence to a country that spans several star fields and is comparable to the Star-Moon and other two empires. It can almost be said that it is entirely due to the efforts of Marshal Kyle alone.

Marshal Kyle's position in the Free Federation was like a stabilizing force. His name had almost become a symbol of the Free Federation.

When people from other countries mention the Free Federation, they only think of Marshal Kyle. Who would have thought that he was the Speaker of Parliament?

Simba knew that in order to become the real leader of the federation, he had to seize military power from Kyle.

At any cost!

A sinister look flashed across Speaker Simba's eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He raised the wireless communicator in his hand and said in a cold voice, "I am Speaker Simba. The Raven Star garrison, listen to my order! Open the aircraft channel immediately!"

A moment later, a tall, cat-eared orc appeared among a row of federal soldiers on the fortress. Then, a burst of noise came from Speaker Simba's communicator, followed by the unceremonious voice of Troy's adjutant: "Mr. Speaker, I'm sorry, but without Marshal Kyle's order, I cannot open the passage without authorization."

Speaker Simba's expression instantly darkened. He gripped the communicator tightly, suppressing his anger. "Adjutant Troy, do you understand what you are refusing? I'm not negotiating with you. This is an order!"

Adjutant Troy refused to give in and sneered, "My direct superior is Marshal Kyle. I will only obey the Marshal. I don't know when I will have another superior!"

Speaker Simba hung up the call angrily and turned to a handsome half-orc with white animal ears behind him and said, "Looks like we have to pay a visit in person, Norsia."

Norsia was nearly two meters tall, with well-defined muscles that didn't appear exaggerated. His skin had a healthy bronze hue, as if full of explosive power. He had a handsome face with deep features, especially his eyes, which occasionally flashed with a playful gleam. His hair shone like silver, flowing softly over his shoulders, adding a touch of unruly quality to him.

Norsia raised her eyebrows in boredom, with a hint of a smile on her lips, and said, "Mr. Speaker, in that case, we might as well give him a little surprise."

His eyes, twinkling with amusement, showed a desire for battle. He just wanted to fight, no matter who it was with.

Otherwise life would be too boring.

Speaker Simba nodded, his eyes filled with ambition for supreme power. "It's time to make them understand who has the final say in the Federation."

Before Speaker Simba finished speaking, there was no trace of Norsia behind him. In the blink of an eye, Norsia was already in front of the fortress. Arcs of electricity flashed violently on his hands, and the pressure of an eighth-level beast warrior faintly carried in the arcs was released unscrupulously.

The arc light shone on Norsia's slightly excited face, and even his eyes became more eager.

Troy, who was on the fortress, looked at the lightning ball that was becoming more and more solid, and a solemn look flashed across his eyes.

He knew this Norcia, who was not from his country either, and traveled to various countries just to challenge masters.

When there is no master for him to challenge...

He just stirs up trouble!

Typical combat fanatic.

But his strength is there.

Level eight, SSS grade, the awakened power is the thunder-type ability with powerful attack power.

This strength is indeed a bit difficult to withstand...

The lightning ball continued to grow, its arc of light becoming increasingly dazzling and intense, as if it was about to devour everything around it. A sense of oppression filled the air, along with a suffocating feeling of oppression.

However, the next second, with a "pop", the arc of light in Norsia's hand dissipated without warning.

In mid-air, a tall and majestic figure appeared in front of Norsia, carrying the bright moon on his back and carefully holding the little female in his arms.