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

Dillon escaped into the space crack and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to take a breath, he suddenly felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

Looking up, he saw a tall figure standing in the void, its black cloak fluttering in the wind. Its imposing presence was like a mountain bearing down on him, and just standing there made Dillon's legs go weak.

"Marshal Kyle!" Dillon's pupils contracted violently and his heart almost stopped beating.

He subconsciously wanted to transform into golden light and escape, but Marshal Kyle just raised his hand slightly, and an invisible force pulled him back as easily as lifting a chicken.

"Do you want to escape from me twice?" Marshal Kyle's voice was emotionless, but it made Dillon tremble all over.

"Marshal, spare my life! Please let me go. I will do anything you ask me to do!" Dillon begged for mercy in a desperate manner, without any dignity at all.

Marshal Kyle's face was stern, showing no emotion at all: "It's too late."

Before he finished speaking, his hand had already grasped Ti Lung's neck. In desperation, Ti Lung revealed his true form, a massive Yinglong body stretching across the void, a thousand meters long.

However, in the eyes of Marshal Kyle, there seemed to be no difference.

The giant hand in the void then grew larger, accurately pinching the golden Yinglong's seven inches. Dillon struggled desperately, sweeping his dragon tail and tearing the air with his claws, but he could not break free from the hand even a little.

"boom--"

Yinglong's massive body resembled a bursting water ball, its golden dragon blood exploding in the air, transforming into a fine bloody rain. However, an invisible barrier blocked the bloody rain, leaving even Marshal Kyle's cloak untouched.

At that moment, a small black dragon, the size of a palm, emerged from Marshal Kyle's cloak and rubbed his cheek like a spoiled puppy. His usually cold face softened instantly, as if an iceberg had met the warm sun.

Marshal Kyle patted the little black dragon's head lovingly, looked in the direction where Dillon had fled, and said softly, "Don't worry, you'll see your mother soon."

The little black dragon swung its tail happily, letting out a tender dragon roar. It seemed completely unconcerned about the bloody scene just now, and instead snuggled more intimately into Marshal Kyle's arms.

At this moment, Marshal Kyle no longer looked like the cold-blooded marshal that everyone feared.

He's just a doting father.

The blood rain in the space crack gradually dissipated, as if nothing had ever happened.

Marshal Kyle held the little black dragon in his arms, spread out his black cloak, and his tall figure disappeared into the void in an instant.

……

Sky Empire, inside the Holy Buddha Temple.

Deep within the hall, rows of spirit tablets hovered neatly in mid-air, each one pulsing with a flickering flame of life. Some flames were as bright as daylight, others dim, illuminating the entire hall with a flickering glow. On the front row, the golden flames stood out, the life-giving flames of the Yinglong clan.

Suddenly, a strange vibration emanated from the soul tablet. Mo Changlong subconsciously took a step back and saw the golden flames pulse violently several times, like a dying life bidding its final farewell. Then, with a soft "pop," the flames dissipated into a wisp of smoke and vanished into the air.

Mo Changlong felt a chill in his heart as he watched General Dillon's soul fire extinguish.

The golden flame representing Yinglong's life dissipated silently before his eyes.

General Dillon failed?

Not only did he fail, but he even lost his life?

He didn't dare to waste a moment, and quickly walked towards the Grand Prince's Palace. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Grand Prince Jiusi was standing at the window with his back to him, gazing into the distance. Elder Mo took a deep breath and knelt on one knee: "Your Highness, General Dillon is... dead."

"I understand." Jiusi's voice was calm without a trace of emotion, as if the one who died was not the general to whom he had been loyal for many years, but an insignificant passerby.

Mo Changlong looked up at Jiusi's back, only to see sunlight shining on him through the painted glass windows, giving him a cold halo.

At this moment, Elder Mo suddenly understood why all the ministers in the court said that the eldest prince looked like a jade sculpture - beautiful, but without any human charm.

"Your Highness, do you have any other instructions?"

"No more, please leave."

"Yes."

Elder Mo bowed and left the hall, but when he turned around he heard a sneer behind him.

He paused, but did not turn back.

The palace door closed behind him. Jiusi turned around and spoke softly to the empty hall.

"Brother, don't be anxious..." He said softly, with a gentle smile on his lips, "I know you want to see that little female quickly, it will be soon..."

His expression became dazed, as if he were listening to something, but strangely, there was no one else in the hall. After a few breaths, Jiusi revealed a hint of a maniacal smile: "What does the death of one or two people matter? Dillon should feel honored to be able to die with us. As long as I can fulfill my brother's wish, even if the entire sky is buried with him, what does it matter?"

He walked to the cushion in the center of the hall and knelt down, forming hand seals. A purple light emanated from his palms. As his supernatural energy flowed, the shadowy figure of a Qilin gradually emerged from the center of the hall. The Qilin was silver-white, its eyes closed in concentration, a faint purple light swirling around it, a sacred and majestic aura.

Jiusi gazed at the Qilin phantom, a confident smile playing on his lips. He could feel the surging power within him impacting a barrier, the final barrier to the Saint Stage. With each activation of his supernatural power, he could feel that barrier thinning.

"Just a little bit more..." Jiusi whispered to himself, raised his hand and drew a line in the air, and the Qilin shadow suddenly burst into thousands of purple rays, illuminating the entire hall like a purple crystal palace.

Suddenly, the Qilin's shadow twisted and let out a long cry. Jiusi frowned, and his spiritual power surged through his palms, trying to stabilize the shadow. However, the Qilin became increasingly agitated, its purple light flickering, as if resisting something.

"It's like this again..." Jiusi sneered, "It's really not that easy to break through to the Saint level. But..."

He abruptly stood up, clasping his hands together as a violent surge of energy erupted from within. The temperature in the hall plummeted, even the air condensing into ice crystals. The Qilin phantom trembled violently under this force, hissing in agony.

"I've waited long enough for this day," Jiusi said, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes. "Even the laws can't stop me!"

He slapped out with one palm, and purple energy surged towards the Qilin phantom like a tide. The phantom distorted under the impact of the energy, eventually transforming into tiny specks of starlight and dissipating into the air. Jiusi withdrew his hand seal, his chest heaving violently, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Heh...it seems I'm still a little short of the mark," he said with a self-deprecating laugh. "But it doesn't matter. There's still plenty of time. Once I break through to the Saint level, it will be the end of you all."

Outside the palace, a patrol of guards happened to pass by. Through the heavy palace door, they heard a deep laugh from within. The laughter was filled with a hint of madness and determination, which made people shudder. The guards looked at each other and tacitly quickened their pace to leave this dangerous place.

Jiusi stood in the center of the hall, looking out the window at the setting sun. The blood-red afterglow shone on his face, adding a touch of weirdness to his handsome features.

"Marshal Kyle... haven't you always claimed to be the protector of the Holy Lady?" he whispered. "Just wait and see. I will definitely snatch the Holy Lady from you with my own hands."