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

In the space tunnel, Admiral Mike sensed a powerful force rapidly approaching. His blue eyes narrowed slightly, and alarm bells rang in his heart—that was the aura of a ninth-level or higher being, a Saint-level powerhouse! He immediately realized that it was Marshal Kyle who was pursuing him.

Admiral Mike's brow furrowed, his eyes flashing a cold blue light. He instantly mobilized the volcanic force within his body, and the fiery energy surged through his veins like magma. Within the space tunnel, his figure transformed into a stream of golden and red light, his speed suddenly increasing dramatically.

His hand gripped Rosie's slender wrist like a clamp, his knuckles turning white from the force. Rosie gasped as she felt the burning heat from his palm.

Suddenly, a white shadow approached like a ghost. Ling Yuan's crimson eyes burned with a frenzied determination, as if he wanted to burn the entire world to ashes. He ignored the sharp pain in his chest and thrust out his slender arm, his five fingers like hooks, striking directly at Admiral Mike's back.

"boom!"

Two terrifying energies collided within the narrow tunnel, emitting a blinding white light. Admiral Mike felt a sharp pain in his back, as if struck by a thunderbolt. He groaned and stumbled slightly, but he remained firmly on Rosie's side.

Ling Yuan was hit hard again by this attack. His face turned pale instantly and a mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into a string of scarlet water droplets in the air. His body was shaking, as if he would fall down at any time.

Luo Xi witnessed this scene, her heart aching. She struggled to reach out and touch Ling Yuan, tears blurring her vision.

"Lingyuan!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Please stop chasing me! Run away! You'll die!"

At the end of the space tunnel where nothingness, light and shadow are intertwined, the interstellar light flickers like a dream bubble.

In an instant, a tremendous pressure descended like a mountain. Marshal Kyle's massive hand, like the collapsing sky, smashed down on Admiral Mike's head!

Luo Xi's delicate body trembled, and her beautiful eyes suddenly widened: "Kyle!"

Admiral Mike's blue eyes narrowed, the image of Death's scythe reflected in his pupils. This devastating blow from a Saint-level powerhouse was enough to crush his flesh and blood into cosmic dust.

At the critical moment, a dazzling blue light cut through the void.

It was a gigantic fish tail, its golden scales gleaming like a thousand gems in the starlight, and it stretched before Admiral Mike like a living shield. It took the devastating blow head-on.

"boom--"

The deafening roar shook the entire universe. A muffled groan escaped the fishtail master's throat, and blood fell like rain, blooming into scarlet flowers in the void.

A trace of pain flashed across the blue eyes of His Majesty Orlando, the Sea King, but he still stood there, buying time for Mike. His low voice sounded in Mike's ears:

"Go! Get her out of here!"

Admiral Mike's pupils shrank, and a wave of fear surged in his heart. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Rosie's slender wrist, and rushed out of the tunnel like an arrow, leaving a trail of gold and red in his wake.

Behind him, Marshal Kyle's roar was deafening: "Orlando! You're looking for death!"

Orlando gritted his teeth, blood oozing from the corner of his lips. He sneered, his blue eyes gleaming with determination: "For the future of the Sea God Clan, I am willing to pay any price!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure began to distort and blur, like a wisp of smoke that was about to dissipate.

"But not now..."

Marshal Kyle's amber pupils suddenly contracted, and he was filled with anger: "Damn it! It's actually a clone!"

He stretched out his mountain-like palm and slapped the shadow hard.

"boom!"

The void exploded, and Orlando's clone instantly turned into countless water droplets, flashing a faint blue light in the starlight, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Marshal Kyle's eyes were filled with rage. He took a sudden step forward and rushed towards the tunnel exit like an arrow.

However, an invisible force suddenly blocked his path, as if the entire universe was resisting his advance. That force was like the strongest barrier between heaven and earth, firmly holding Marshal Kyle in place.

He roared unwillingly, a look of disbelief flashing in his amber eyes. For the first time, a hint of frustration appeared on his resolute face.

Ling Yuan watched Admiral Mike and Rosie disappear through the tunnel's exit, his heart aching like a knife. His eyes bloodshot, his whole body trembling, he desperately wanted to rush in and follow them. However, just as he was about to step into the tunnel, a powerful arm suddenly appeared, stopping him firmly.

Marshal Kyle's amber eyes flashed with a cold sternness, and his deep voice exploded in Ling Yuan's ears: "If you follow them now, you will only die."

Ling Yuan spun around, glaring at Marshal Kyle. His once-handsome face was now twisted in agony, veins dotting his fair skin. He spoke with difficulty, his voice so hoarse it was barely human: "What about Sissi? I can't abandon her!"

Marshal Kyle remained silent, only slowly loosening his grip on Ling Yuan. He turned and gazed deeply toward the Atlantis Empire, as if lost in thought. A complex light flickered in his amber eyes.

After a moment, Marshal Kyle took a deep breath and slowly said, "We need to think long-term. Any rash action will only get you into trouble and will not help Rosie at all."

Ling Yuan clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into the flesh of his palms. He lowered his head, his long silver-white hair covering his eyes...

……

Deep within the Palace of Poseidon, corals blaze like flames, pearls sparkle like stars, and inlaid shells resemble works of art. Yet, this magnificent palace is shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere of oppression.

Rosie raised her eyes, indifferently observing the two mermaids kneeling on their tails. She hadn't seen the man since Admiral Michael brought her here. Up until now, her only interactions had been with the two maids.

Hetu with a red fishtail and Hemiao with a purple fishtail claimed to be maids sent by Orlando, the Sea King.

"Your Highness the Holy Lady, please have a taste." He Tu knelt on the ground, his fish tail trembling slightly, and his voice was full of pleading.

He Miao followed closely behind, pressing his forehead to the cold ground: "Lady Saint, if you don't eat, we will probably die."

Rosie curled up on her pearl bed, her face pale as paper. She stared at the two maids, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "Why are you being punished? Aren't you precious females?"

Hetu and Hemiao exchanged a glance, and Hetu spoke first, "Your Highness, the Saint, are you aware that our mermaid clan is divided into many branches? Each branch has a different method of reproduction. And our River God clan, and the Sea God clan..."

She hesitated to speak, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes.

Luo Xi forced herself to stand up and stared at them with burning eyes: "Go on."

He Miao took a deep breath and continued, "We...are conceived by males."