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

Troy glanced at the time and saw that the agreed time was approaching, so he turned on the light screen in advance. At this time, three male orcs with the rank of general appeared on the light screen. They were dressed in majestic military uniforms, and the stars on their shoulders shone brightly against the background of the light screen.

The Free Federation was divided into eight war zones, and the three admirals stationed near Nord were the ones being called up this time. Apparently, the three admirals had been waiting for a long time, their expressions serious and their gazes piercing, as they awaited the arrival of their commander.

Troy smiled and said to the generals, "The Marshal will be here soon. Please wait for a moment, generals."

The three generals said it was no problem and were respectful, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.

A moment later, Marshal Kyle finally concluded his conversation with Fan Xiao and walked steadily into the command center. His tall stature and undeniably intimidating aura instantly heightened the atmosphere in the room.

When the three generals on the light screen saw him come in, they immediately stood at attention and saluted, their expressions becoming more respectful and serious.

Marshal Kyle looked around at the three war zone leaders on the light screen, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

He nodded almost imperceptibly.

Adjutant Troy immediately understood and said to the three generals on the screen, "Generals, please report on the progress of the preparations."

One of the admirals stepped forward. It was Admiral Trey, who had previously invited Rosie to dance at the Federation ball but ultimately failed to get her wish. His firm and crisp voice came through the light screen: "Report to the Marshal, the troops in the Rocker Star War Zone have been assembled and are ready to depart at any time!"

The other two generals immediately followed suit: "The Xili Star assembly is complete..."

"Isaac Star has assembled..."

Marshal Kyle's dark eyes swept over the three admirals, their gaze cold and sharp. These normally respected generals, whose status in the Federation was second only to the emperor, were above ten thousand. However, in front of Marshal Kyle, they subconsciously assumed the most humble and respectful attitude.

Marshal Kyle's reputation was clearly not built overnight. He nodded slightly and said simply and forcefully, "Let's go."

His words were like the sound of a war drum, and the atmosphere in the command center instantly became tense. The three admirals on the screen saluted again and responded in unison, "Yes, sir!"

Marshal Kyle's orders were quickly transmitted to all battle zones via the starnet, and the entire starport immediately came alive. The roar of the starship's engines was deafening, and the soldiers boarded the ships in an orderly manner, ready to depart.

A vast fleet of warships slowly launched, their massive hulls looming majestically within the starport. The roar of their engines was deafening, shaking the entire station as if announcing the impending battle. Each warship gleamed with a cool metallic sheen, the iconic Federation emblems glittering beneath the starlight.

Following Marshal Kyle's command, the fleet slowly lifted off, gradually accelerating, and traversed the boundless starry sky. Countless smaller frigates and patrol boats followed closely behind, forming a massive battle formation, like a giant steel dragon winding through the interstellar space.

Marshal Kyle stood on the command bridge, his eyes looking towards the garrison fortress, his black eyes full of depth.

How he wanted to let go of everything and just stay here...

But he couldn't escape the responsibility he shouldered.

His hands subconsciously gripped the bridge handrails, and the inner conflict almost tore him apart.

Marshal Kyle took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He has no choice.

The words "put the overall situation first" carry a great weight...

The battleships hurtled through the universe, surrounded by endless stars and deep darkness. Each warship was like a giant steel beast, working together to advance towards the battlefield.

……

Fan Xiao stood on the observation deck of the star port, looking at the huge fleet of warships gradually moving away, feeling extremely complicated.

He never dreamed that his uncle, who had always been a bachelor, would one day change his principles for a female.

And the person who changed him happened to be...

He still clearly remembered his uncle's resolute attitude when he wanted him to be Sissi's nominal guardian.

It’s kind of funny when I think about it.

But if you really want him to laugh, he just can't do it at this moment.

Fan Xiao closed his eyes, and could only digest the bitterness in his heart by himself.

He looked up and saw that the starships had disappeared from his sight. Only the seemingly endless universe remained, just like his mood at the moment, deep and complex.

He looked in the direction where the fleet disappeared and murmured, "Uncle...you must return safely."

……

Ling Yuan pushed open the door and stepped into the room. Almost immediately, his eyes automatically locked onto the petite figure sleeping on the water bed.

The little female's skin was as white as snow, and her lips shone with a crystal-clear cherry pink color. They were slightly open, making her look particularly fragile.

Ling Yuan's red eyes dimmed slightly, his gaze lingering on the ambiguous red marks on Luo Xi's neck, and surging emotions flashed across his eyes.

However, he quickly concealed these emotions well.

He knew very well that at this time, Marshal Kyle's entry would undoubtedly be beneficial to Rosie's situation.

After all, Marshal Kyle's identity is there.

He is one of the four great empires and a powerful figure in the Free Federation. His family is also one of the four great families in the Star-Moon Empire.

That's all he needs to know.

As for the rest...

unimportant.

He is not Brahma.

He can control his emotions.

Ling Yuan ignored the obscure feeling coming from his heart, and stood quietly beside the water bed, looking at the little female who was still sleeping soundly.

Perhaps sensing someone coming into the room, Rosie woke up slowly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her eyes, as clear as water, still looked a little confused.

However, the next second she met Ling Yuan's incredibly beautiful, sparkling red eyes...

Almost immediately, Rosie's face flushed, she lowered her head, and her voice became as soft as a mosquito.

"Ling Yuan, I..."

Ling Yuan's eyes were soft, and his voice was low and gentle: "Did I wake you up? Do you want to continue sleeping? I'll wake you up after I finish cooking."

Rosie shook her head: "No...it's just...there are some things I don't know how to say."

Ling Yuan took a step forward and sat on the water bed. As he moved, the water bed rippled and Luo Xi's body swayed with it.

Ling Yuan took her into his arms, gently lifted her chin, and forced her to look into his eyes. His shimmering red eyes were filled with tenderness: "Xixi, you never have to explain anything to me. Just do what you like."

“Just be yourself, that’s all.”