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

A massive creature burst from the water, its white tentacles dancing like ferocious whips. It was a terrifyingly large octopus, its eyes gleaming with a faint blue light, like a demon from the abyss.

"Eighth-level spirit beast! Raise the city gate quickly!" The guards were terrified and shouted at the top of their lungs.

Rosie froze in place, her pupils constricting. The pillar-like tentacle whipped at her fiercely, its swirling vortex tearing at her clothes and hair. The shadow of death loomed over her, and she didn't even have time to scream.

At this critical moment, He Tu and He Miao stood in front of Luo Xi without hesitation. Although they knew their strength was insignificant, they still chose to protect her with their bodies.

The giant white octopus's tentacles were like steel, easily crushing the city gate. Gravel flew everywhere, and through her fingers, Rosie saw the dense suction cups on the tentacles approaching her.

At this desperate moment, a blue figure cut through the water and rushed towards the giant octopus like lightning.

It's Orlando, the King of the Sea.

His eyes flashed with a cold light, like the most ruthless predator in the deep sea. Those usually majestic and calm blue eyes were now filled with murderous intent, which made people shudder.

The Sea King flicked his slender fingers lightly, and invisible force slashed down like thousands of sharp daggers. The air seemed to echo with the sound of countless tiny waves breaking.

The behemoth instantly shattered, blood gushing out, staining the surrounding water a glaring crimson. The remains of the giant octopus floated in all directions, its tentacles still twitching unwillingly.

Orlando raised his hand again, and the bloody water, as if obeying his call, condensed into a giant blood ball. The scarlet liquid swirled in the air, emitting a sickening odor.

The next moment, the bloodball vanished, as if it had never existed. The sea returned to calm, with only a faint smell of blood lingering in the air, reminding everyone that what had just happened was not an illusion.

The sea surface returned to calm, only a hint of fishy sweetness still lingered in the air.

Orlando turned slowly and looked down at Rosie.

His eyes were cold and without a trace of emotion, as if he was examining a precious but fragile collection.

Luo Xi unconsciously took a half step back, her heart beating like a drum.

The coldness and cruelty emanating from this man made her feel terrified to the core.

She realized that in his eyes, she was just an object that could be disposed of at will.

Orlando spoke, but his words were not directed to Luo Xi. He simply ordered He Tu and He Miao coldly, "Take the Holy Female back. If she is in danger again, I will hold you responsible."

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The Poseidon Temple's meeting hall was resplendent, its throne inlaid with coral and pearls radiating majesty. Orlando sat atop it, his brow furrowed beneath his short blue hair, his eyes as deep as the sea. Elder Youen stood below, his hands folded, his expression solemn.

"Your Majesty," Youen said, his voice hoarse as if filled with sand, "The relationship between the Holy Lady and His Highness Rein seems to be getting closer and closer. According to the current trend, perhaps the Holy Lady will really become a partner with His Highness Rein."

Elder Youen was happy from the bottom of his heart when he said this. He was over four hundred years old and would not live long.

If he could see the continuation of the Sea God clan before his death, he would be happy to die even if he were asked to go see the Sea God immediately.

When Orlando heard what Elder Youen said, he felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart. He looked at the elders below with an inexplicable look and responded lightly: "I hope so." There was a hint of coldness in his voice that he himself did not even notice.

Elder Youen heard the coldness in Orlando's voice and his eyes rolled.

Thinking that the Sea King might be worried about His Majesty's progress, he comforted him, "Your Majesty, don't worry too much. Even if His Majesty fails, we still have a backup plan."

He lowered his voice and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten? We still have the Love Bracelet. Once the Saint puts it on her, she will be completely devoted to His Majesty."

Orlando's face remained expressionless upon hearing this. He gazed into the distance through the ripples of the water, as if lost in thought. Ultimately, he simply nodded gently without saying anything more.

The meeting room fell into a brief silence, echoed only by the gentle sound of flowing water. Orlando's emotions, however, surged like an undercurrent beneath the sea. He remembered Rosie's clear eyes, the gentle smile she'd worn when she was with Laing. A strange emotion spread within him, like seaweed tangling around his heart.

Orlando rubbed his brows, a frown forming beneath his short blue hair. The rippling water in the conference room seemed to sense his irritation, becoming especially clear.

"Anything else?" he asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.

Elder Youen folded his hands, his expression solemn. "The three empires are pressing forward, and numerous conflicts have broken out on the border. I'm afraid the situation will deteriorate further. I implore Your Majesty to persuade the Holy Lady as soon as possible and end this war."

Orlando waved his hand: "I understand, you can leave first." His eyes passed through the waves and looked into the distance.

After Elder Youen left, Orlando leaned on the throne, raised his head slightly, rested his head on the backrest of the throne, and then slowly closed his eyes, as if to isolate himself from all the troubles in the world and immerse himself in his own thoughts.

Countless images flashed through my mind in an instant.

Lain lay quietly on the waterbed, his face as pale as paper, without a trace of blood...

And those clear yet somewhat stubborn eyes...

After a long time, Orlando suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of determination flashed in his blue pupils.

He stood up and walked out of the meeting hall. His tall figure passed through the coral porch of the Temple of Poseidon. The faint light of countless night pearls shone through the sea water, casting a long shadow behind him.