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

In the deep sea, a lonely palace stands, as if it has existed here since ancient times.

Suddenly, a shadow approached quietly in the dark sea.

The lights in front of the palace gate suddenly flickered on, and a shadow slowly emerged from the water, gradually revealing a sturdy, powerful figure. Under the light, General Mike's features became clear. His deep, ocean-blue eyes gleamed with a cold, sharp gleam. Beneath his high nose bridge lay thin lips that suggested a serious expression. His golden fishtail shimmered in the dim light.

The infrared scanner above the palace gate quickly completed the identification.

"Welcome, Admiral Mike." The mechanized voice echoed in the water.

The door slowly opened to both sides, and Admiral Mike swam into the door with his golden fish tail swaying slightly.

There was a thin film at the gate that isolated the sea water. The moment he entered, a golden light flashed from his lower body, and his fish tail automatically transformed into a pair of slender and powerful legs.

With Admiral Michael's arrival, the entire palace instantly lit up, like a giant pearl emitting a soft glow, illuminating the surrounding underwater world. Colorful corals shimmered in the light, and all sorts of exotic marine creatures curiously poked their heads out before quickly retreating back to their habitats.

Admiral Mike took out a well-made blue uniform from the space button and put it on with neat movements. The design of this military uniform was extremely exquisite. It had both an awe-inspiring aura and a hint of abstinence. The two blended together, perfectly setting off Admiral Mike's tall and straight figure, making him look even more handsome and extraordinary.

"Click, click," Admiral Mike methodically buttoned up his clothes one by one, the crisp sound echoing through the quiet palace. When he reached the top button, his previously calm face furrowed slightly, as if he noticed the collar was a little tight. He loosened it a little with his hand, and the slightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed.

After tidying up his clothes, he walked into the palace. The rhythmic clicking sounds of his white military boots on the ground echoed in the silent palace.

His gaze fell on a massive crystal ball in the center of the hall. He gently pointed his finger at something in the air, and a thread of his unique aura, like a nimble silver snake, burrowed into the crystal ball. Instantly, the half-meter-diameter sphere, like the awakened eye of a giant beast, slowly emitted a deep, deep blue light. As the light shone, the scene within the crystal ball gradually became clearer.

From that dreamlike halo, a man gradually emerged, seated atop an incomparably regal coral throne. To call him a man wasn't entirely accurate, as a long, blue fishtail jutted from his lower body.

He had short blue hair, like waves in the deep sea, neat and radiating a cold sheen. The coral crown atop his head was exquisitely crafted, and his several-meter-long blue fishtail was slender and agile, its scales tightly packed together, each one gleaming with a faint blue light, like stars falling into the sea.

It was His Majesty Orlando, the Sea King of Atlantis.

In the traditional cognition of the mermaid clan, the length of the fish tail has always been an important symbol of strength, and His Majesty Orlando's slender and gorgeous fish tail undoubtedly demonstrates his supreme status in the mermaid clan.

Admiral Mike's already serious expression grew even more solemn upon meeting the Sea King. He straightened his back, his posture as erect as a pine tree, then performed a perfectly accurate military salute with a deft movement. He spoke slowly, his voice steady and powerful, "Your Majesty, I need to confirm something with you."

Poseidon Orlando nodded slightly, signaling Admiral Mike to continue.

Admiral Mike pursed his lips slightly, then spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse, "Has Marshal Kyle really advanced to the Saint rank?"

Upon hearing this, His Majesty Orlando was silent for a moment, his deep eyes filled with thoughts. After a moment, he slowly spoke, his tone calm but unable to conceal a hint of helplessness, "Yes, the news reported by Elder Youen is indeed true."

Although he had anticipated this, Admiral Mike still felt a bit heavy-hearted when it was finally confirmed. "Now that this is happening, I'm afraid we'll have to be even more cautious with our previous plans. Marshal Kyle's increased strength will undoubtedly bring significant changes to the entire situation. We can't afford to be careless in our actions."

"That's true, but..." His Majesty Orlando sighed softly, his eyes filled with worry, and he slowly said, "Lain can't hold on for much longer."

After hearing what His Majesty Orlando said, Admiral Mike fell silent for a moment.

Young Emperor Rhine is the last descendant of the Sea God born from the last Sea God Pearl. After many years of consumption, the power of that Sea God Pearl has become extremely scarce, which has caused Young Emperor Rhine to be born with congenital deficiencies. If he cannot be nourished by a new Sea God Pearl, Rhine may die at any time.

And the one who can give birth to the Sea God Pearl...

Only the Holy Female.

After a long moment, Admiral Mike took a deep breath, his expression as cold as ever. "The Forbidden Magic Sea Crystal will be fully charged in three days. By then, we can use it to trap High Priest Xingyu."

Orlando stroked his chin thoughtfully. "And then?"

"Then, we can open a space channel from the deep sea and bring the Saint Female back to the interstellar space."

Orlando's brow furrowed slightly, a look of disapproval on his face. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the throne, making a crisp sound.

"Although the water is our territory, Kyle is already a Saint. This will only hold him back for a moment. If we can't take advantage of this moment of respite to bring the Saintess back to Atlantis, all our plans will fail."

"Yes." A look of determination flashed in Admiral Mike's eyes. "So I will activate the underwater volcano and use the power of fire to strengthen the protection of the space channel."

A flash of surprise flashed across His Majesty Orlando's eyes. He looked into Admiral Mike's eyes without blinking. He could not see a trace of fear in them. He sighed and said, "You might die."

Admiral Mike raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, "For the continuation of the Sea God clan, I will not hesitate."

Orlando closed his eyes, as if weighing something. After a long moment, he opened them and sighed, "The Sea God will remember your loyalty, General. May the Sea God bless you..."