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

In the enclosed dark room, the air was filled with a suffocating cold and silence. There was no light anywhere except for the occasional flicker of light from the dim fluorescent screen on the wall.

In the center of the room, a man in black lowered his head, almost burying it in his chest, as if he didn't dare to look directly at the tall male in front of him.

"Marshal Kyle personally led the federal army into the chaotic star field. The leaders of the other two organizations want to have a face-to-face talk with you, Lord Jiusi." The voice of the man in black was low and cautious, full of awe and hidden fear.

A beam of light slowly descended from the ceiling, illuminating Lord Jiusi's face.

If Rosie were here, she would be surprised to find that the male known as Lord Jiusi was the Doctor Enzo whom she met in the infirmary.

Dr. Enzo, or should we call him Jiusi, his face looked even more stern under the light, his eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through everything.

Jiusi glanced sideways, raised the corner of his lips, and said in a cold and sarcastic voice: "What are you talking about? About how they were defeated on their home turf? And with the help of an insider..."

The man in black lowered his head even lower. Only after Jiusi withdrew his gaze did he quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Tell them that my time is too precious to be wasted on useless people."

Upon hearing this, the man in black immediately responded in a low voice: "Understood, I will convey your meaning right away."

Jiusi waved his hand gently, indicating that he could leave.

The man in black didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly stood up, saluted respectfully, and quietly left the dark room.

From beginning to end, Jiusi didn't even give that person a single extra glance, as if everything in the world was unimportant.

The world doesn't need him.

He also... doesn't need this world.

In this case, everything will eventually be destroyed...

in his hand.

Jiusi walked slowly toward a corner of the room. There was a small window there. Moonlight streamed through the heavy curtains, illuminating his delicate features. His violet eyes looked especially enchanting in the moonlight, and his red lips curled slightly, forming a cold smile. That smile held a hint of extreme evil and danger, sending shivers down his spine.

"The day Kyle breaks through the chaotic star field, that will be..."

Jiusi muttered to himself in a low voice.

Suddenly, Jiusi's expression changed subtly: "Dear brother, don't worry, I won't do anything rash."

"Don't worry, I will give you a gift that belongs only to you..."

……

In the underwater palace of the Atlantis Empire.

After examining the stunningly handsome young man, Elder Youen's brow furrowed, his expression growing increasingly serious. The young man was none other than the Young Emperor—Rhine.

At this moment, the Sea Emperor's internal energy was disordered, and he was clearly in an extremely unstable state. Even in this vast sea, his condition caused great concern.

Elder Youen sighed softly, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "His Highness's condition is very bad. If we can't find a Holy Female to stabilize his breath as soon as possible, I'm afraid... I'm afraid we will have to find another way."

Poseidon Orlando's eyes were sharp, and when he heard Elder Youen's words, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

"If the marriage cannot be realized soon," Elder Youen continued, a hint of anxiety in his voice, "perhaps we could consider inviting the Holy Female to help and use her power to nurture the Sea God Pearl in His Majesty the Sea Emperor's body."

Orlando was silent for a moment. The power of the Holy Lady could indeed soothe him, but it wasn't a permanent solution. He knew that marriage was the only way to fundamentally resolve the problem. But now, time was running out, and any method that could alleviate His Highness's condition was worth trying.

Orlando finally made a decision, his tone firm, "If that's the case, then we must immediately begin preparations and make a formal invitation. We must ensure that the Holy Lady arrives as soon as possible."

Elder Youen nodded, feeling somewhat relieved. At least they still had some time to gain before the Holy Female arrived. But he understood that the Holy Female's power alone was far from enough. To ensure the Young Emperor's safety, they needed even greater assistance.

Orlando had obviously considered this as well. He gazed deeply into the distance and immediately issued another order: "Meanwhile, Youen, contact the Federal Parliament and offer them generous rewards. Ask them to help you come up with a plan and make sure that the Holy Lady visits our country."

Elder Yun was shocked. He couldn't help but admire Orlando's quick and decisive decision. He understood that the Sea King's move was simply to use the power of the Federal Parliament to find a quick solution to the problem, whether through marriage or other more covert means.

"Understood. I will arrange it as soon as possible," Elder Youen responded respectfully and quickly left the hall.

Orlando was the only one left in the hall, his gaze fixed on the sea outside. The calm waters concealed an endless storm, and his responsibility was to find a way for Rhine and the entire Poseidon clan to survive before the storm arrived.

……

Federal Parliament Building, Speaker's Office.

The high ceilings and spacious space gave the office a sense of spaciousness. Portraits of past Speakers of Parliament hung on the walls, each one a solemn and dignified presence. Despite the large windows in the office, the light filtering through the heavy curtains was remarkably dim. The sunlight seemed to have lost its warmth, unable to dispel the chill within.

Speaker Simba had a sharp face, most notably his prominent hooked nose, which was as sharp and powerful as an eagle's beak. His eyes were deep and sharp, flashing with cunning and calculation. When he stared, those eyes seemed to see through people's hearts, giving people a chill.

Speaker Simba stood before the huge window of the spacious parliamentary office, his eyes fixed on the latest communication message received on the Star Brain. The content of the message made his brows furrow deeper and deeper, and his expression changed from gloomy to uncertain, as if he was engaged in a fierce inner struggle.

After a long time, he slowly put down the Star Brain in his hand.

He paced back and forth in front of the window, his expression sometimes confused and depressed, sometimes ferocious, and he ground his teeth so hard that they chattered. The secretary-general who had been standing next to him waiting for instructions was so scared that he didn't even dare to raise his head.

Because of the issue of dissolving parliament, the Speaker seemed to be under tremendous pressure during this period. Sometimes he would get angry for no reason and scold some unlucky parliamentarian.

Obviously, he himself is the most likely to be the unlucky one today.

The Secretary-General, who has always been diligent, felt a little innocent.

After another long silence, Speaker Simba finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.

He turned sharply and looked at the Secretary-General standing nearby, awaiting instructions. A flicker of determination flashed in his eyes, and he issued a cold command, "Have the Female Manager put pressure on Saint Rosie and her partners, demanding that she continue to increase her partners. According to the standards for A-level females, she needs to have at least 100 male partners."

The Secretary-General was shocked when he heard this order and asked hesitantly, "Speaker, Marshal Kyle... He's one of Her Excellency the Saint's companions. Will this cause him to retaliate?"

Upon hearing this, Simba sneered, his smile seeming somewhat meaningful. "Marshal Kyle? He is now trapped in the chaotic star field. Whether he can return alive is still unknown. We don't have to worry about him. Even if he returns, the situation is already set, and he can't change it."

The Secretary General was still a little worried. Marshal Kyle was the God of War of the Federation. There would be no good end to going against Marshal Kyle. However, he only thought so in his heart, but he dared not show it on his face.

"I understand, Speaker. I will contact the Female Management Committee immediately and have them follow your instructions."

Simba narrowed his eyes and looked towards the direction of the chaotic star field, as if he was looking through the endless sea of ​​stars at the powerful man who was coldly hanging in the air, looking down at him.

Whenever he thought of Marshal Kyle's cold eyes at that time, he felt a sting on his face.

It was a look like looking down at the mantis beast.

And he is clearly the President of the Federal Parliament.

She is on equal footing with that man!

Why does he look at me in that manner and with that look?

What's even more outrageous is that the man even wants to abolish parliament!

Since he was unkind first, don't blame yourself for being unjust!

……

After receiving the notice from the Female Management Association, Rosie frowned slightly.

What she had been worrying about finally happened.

She had always been reluctant to reveal her identity as a saint because she was afraid of this.

But in the end, he still couldn't escape.

The notice requires her to increase the number of partners, otherwise she will be forcibly matched with a male partner.

If she still refuses, coercive measures will be taken against her existing partner.

Although it didn't say what the measures were, it was enough to make Rosie depressed.

What kind of thing is this? It's a different era now, and arranged marriages are still necessary.

The most terrible thing is...

There are also quantity requirements...

Seeing that Luo Xi was in a bad mood, Fan Xiao walked over and turned off the screen.

His icy blue eyes were filled with anger, and his silver hair almost stood on end. "Xixi, don't bother with them. If those people from the Female Management Council dare to force you, I will personally throw them to the garbage planet to feed the mantis beasts!"

Fan Xiao has always adhered to the principle of taking action but never making a fuss.

In his opinion, any problem that can be solved with fists is not a problem.

Ling Yuan, who was standing aside, rolled his eyes without any hesitation.

However, even he found this matter a bit tricky. After all, the identity of the little female saint was there. She could refuse one or two people who wanted to marry her, but could she refuse all of them?

That would be equivalent to making an enemy of the entire galaxy.

Although he is not afraid, he would like to let the little female live happily in a safe and comfortable environment.

Why choose to wander around?

This is why, although he was also jealous of the males who approached the females, he could only force himself to turn a blind eye instead of going crazy like Fanxiao.

Because he knew that as a saintly female, the number of partners she had could not be limited to the current number.

Sometimes he actually envied Fan Xiao's stubbornness.

Single-celled carbon-based organisms do have fewer worries.

Ling Yuan sighed inwardly, tapping the table with his slender fingers, his brain working rapidly.

Although the Free Federation was not his home turf, he was just a successful interstellar businessman and was well aware of the official backgrounds of various countries.

"This matter cannot be resolved solely by force. We need to find a more effective method. Currently, the only ones putting pressure on us are the Free Federation's Female Management Committee. As everyone knows, Marshal Kyle is one of the guardians of the little females. Even if the Female Management Committee had eight hundred guts, they wouldn't dare to issue such a notice to Kyle's partner, unless they no longer want to be in the Free Federation. In that case..."

Ling Yuan's fingers paused suddenly, and then he withdrew his hand.

"The only person who could have issued this notice was the Federal Parliament, and there's a 99% chance it was Speaker Simba, who was at odds with Field Marshal Kyle."

Fan Xiao frowned. He knew the Free Federation better than Ling Yuan did, so after hearing what Ling Yuan said, he also felt that it was Speaker Simba who did it. "What do you have in mind?"

Ling Yuan was too lazy to complain about this man whose brains were all muscles. He smiled slightly, his fox eyes narrowed slightly: "Official matters will naturally be handled by the official."

As far as I know, the Federal Parliament isn't entirely monolithic. Vice Speaker Principal Gran is at odds with Speaker Simba. Last time, when Speaker Simba led his men to Raven to force Marshal Kyle to step down, no one from Principal Gran's faction showed up.

Moreover, Principal Gran is one of the ancient beast god guardian races and the current patriarch of the Nine-Colored Deer Clan. Coupled with his identity as the principal of the First Military Academy of the Federation, these buffs combined make his prestige in the parliament no weaker than that of Speaker Simba.

We can win over President Gran and have him influence the decision of the Federal Parliament."

In this family, Ling Yuan has always been the one doing all the thinking.

After he finished speaking, no one else had any objections.

Ling Yuan looked at the little female's trusting and dependent eyes, and felt a sense of comfort in his heart.

Turning around, I saw Fan Xiao's clear yet foolish eyes...

Ah!

He couldn't help but pull the little female into his arms, patting her back soothingly.

"Xixi, don't worry, leave these problems to us, you just need to take care of yourself."

After Ling Yuan finished speaking, he felt the little female humming in his arms, and knowing that she was no longer so worried, he felt relieved.

After reaching a consensus, Rosie also took the initiative to ask the two to keep the matter confidential and not tell Kyle who was far away on the front line.

She didn't want Kyle to be distracted by something like this on the battlefield.

Fan Xiao and Ling Yuan didn't feel jealous at all when they saw how much Rosie cared about Kyle.

Because they know that if they were in the same position and were on the battlefield today, the little female would also consider them.

Because the little females they like are so kind that it makes people feel distressed.

Outside the room, under the sunlight, the light suddenly distorted for a moment, and then the distorted light moved quickly and silently.

It was not until we reached the stairs that the figure gradually appeared.

Xuanqi clenched his fists, his nails digging into his skin.

It would be great if he could become stronger, a little stronger.

If he could become as powerful as Marshal Kyle, then...

A determination that had never been seen before flashed in Xuanqi's eyes.