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

The man was wearing a neat black military uniform, his epaulettes and insignia gleaming coldly in the dim light. When he stood up, his figure looked even more majestic and tall.

He quietly felt the subtle changes in the space, his brows slightly furrowed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Then he slowly raised his hand and lightly stroked the air with his fingertips.

The empty space was like thin paper, and was easily cut into a long crack by the touch of his fingertips.

The crack seemed to have life, rapidly expanding, torn by the force of space into a vast and hideous rift. Within the crack, spatial turbulence surged like a raging flood, emitting a deep roar, like a giant star beast that preyed on prey, terrifying and dangerous.

However, the man's expression remained unchanged, as if oblivious to the danger of the turbulent flow. Without hesitation, he plunged headfirst into the hideous spatial crack...

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Rosie was teased by Dillon like a cat. A flicker of resentment and anger flashed in her eyes, but it quickly turned into helplessness. After venting her anger, she knew she couldn't beat him, so she simply played dead, and no matter what Dillon said, she didn't react at all.

Dillon, this arrogant and narcissistic man, would not tolerate disobedience from others, especially from a "weak female" like Rosie. Seeing her look as if she had isolated herself in another world, a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He reached out, intending to pinch Luo Xi's chin again, feeling the soft and tender touch. However, just as his fingers were about to touch her, a powerful pressure suddenly hit him.

Dillon was shocked and alarm bells rang in his heart. Like a prey being stared at by a wild beast, his muscles tensed instantly.

He immediately wanted to retreat with Rosie, but found that his arms were empty.

Dillon suddenly looked up and saw that the little female had been taken to the hands of the tall and indifferent male opposite.

The man, dressed in a neat black military uniform, was tall and imposing, his aura so overwhelming that it was suffocating. His face was expressionless, and his cold gaze swept over Dillon as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

He recognized this face immediately——

Marshal Kyle!

Didn’t he die together with the people sent by the eldest prince?

How would it appear here?

and--

What's with the pressure on Kyle?

Doesn’t he have the same ninth-level supernatural power as me?

Why did Kyle at this moment make him unable to even think of resisting?

Could it be...? !

Rosie was gently held in Kyle's arms. Her body trembled slightly, but then she felt a warm force coming from his embrace, gradually relaxing her tense emotions. This long-lost sense of security made her feel like she had found a spiritual haven, and the waves in her heart gradually subsided.

"Kyle!" Rosie looked up at the man holding her, her eyes flashing with complex emotions. Her voice was mixed with joy and emotion, and her eyes couldn't help but moisten.

Kyle looked down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness and pity. He gently wiped away the tears from her eyes with his fingers, his movements so gentle that it seemed as if he didn't want to hurt her. His voice was low and warm: "Sissi, don't cry..."

Rosie felt the warmth of his fingertips, a mixture of sadness and emotion mingling in her heart. She sniffed softly, trying to control her emotions and revealing a tearful smile. Her hands unconsciously clutched Kyle's collar, as if she was afraid that this moment was an illusion and would disappear at any moment.

Seeing her like this, Kyle felt even more pity in his heart. He patted her back with his other hand, wanting to give her more comfort.

Rosie slowly calmed down, raised her head, and with a hint of confusion and worry in her eyes, she asked, "Kyle, how did you get here? Aren't you trapped?"

Kyle nodded gently, his eyes gentle and firm: "Yes, I felt your presence there, followed the guidance, and found this place."

When Luo Xi heard this, she recalled what Kyle had mentioned before, and her heart moved. She asked, "Have you made a breakthrough?"

Kyle was about to answer when his expression suddenly froze, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand and waved lightly. A dense dark force quickly condensed in the air, forming a huge claw that grabbed at the black fog in the distance. The black fog seemed to sense the danger and quickly retreated, but it was still a step too slow.

Kyle's wrist flicked, and a scream was heard in the distance.

In his hand, there was a golden...

Dragon Tail.

Kyle frowned slightly, looking up at the place where the black fog disappeared, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "He actually cut off his tail to survive..."

He was about to continue chasing, but Luo Xi gently pulled his sleeve and said in a soft but firm voice: "It will be too late to deal with him later. We have to save our children first."

Kyle's body froze, a trace of disbelief and shock flashing in his eyes. He stared at Rosie, his voice trembling slightly: "What did you say?"