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

Rosie turned her head, her gaze sweeping across the vast fleet of starships before her. She slowly clenched her hands into fists, her knuckles turning slightly white from the exertion. Within her palms, a green, supernatural light pulsed as if alive, slowly gathering and growing brighter, as if poised to unleash astonishing power at any moment.

However, deep down she was struggling. She didn't want to start a war, she didn't want to kill innocent people, but she didn't want to be the weakling who could only hide behind others and wait for rescue.

"Mike," Rosie's voice was soft, yet filled with undeniable determination, as if issuing a final ultimatum, "Use your psychic abilities to connect to the communicators of these starships."

Mike nodded without further questioning. He closed his eyes, and his powerful mental force, like invisible tentacles, quickly spread out, connecting to the communication systems of every starship. He knew what Rosie was going to do, and why she was doing it. This seemingly fragile woman was, at heart, more stubborn than anyone.

"I'm Rosie," Rosie's cold voice echoed in the command rooms of every starship, carrying an irresistible majesty, as if a queen high above was declaring to her subjects, "I want you to evacuate immediately. I don't want to harm innocent people."

Her voice echoed throughout the fleet, and every word was clearly heard by the soldiers, like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts.

However, Rosie knew that each of these starship commanders was an old fox who had experienced many battles and would not be easily shaken by her words.

She had to show enough strength to make them feel fear and despair, so that they would evacuate obediently.

"But," Luo Xi changed the subject, her voice suddenly becoming icy, "if you're stubborn and insist on being my enemy, don't blame me for being rude."

The green energy in her palm suddenly erupted, like a small sun, illuminating the surrounding starry sky. This powerful force made every soldier on the starship feel a palpitation.

"I'll say this one last time," Rosie's voice rang out again, every word coming out through gritted teeth, full of menace. "Evacuate immediately, or you'll face the consequences!"

In the Atlantis starship fleet, the soldiers looked at each other in confusion, and the atmosphere was suffocatingly depressing.

They heard Rosie's warning and felt the powerful force in her words.

Many soldiers were thinking of retreating. Although they did not know the strength of the Saint, they knew the strength of Admiral Mike.

Admiral Mike is one of the only two ninth-level psychics in the Atlantis Empire and the strongest person besides the Sea Emperor.

No one wants to be a meaningless victim.

However, military orders were as heavy as a mountain, and they could not disobey the orders of the Sea King.

"We...we can't retreat." A soldier said in a trembling voice, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"But she's really strong. Do we really have to fight her?" Another soldier's voice was filled with anxiety.

"We must carry out the orders of the Sea King."

Inside the star fleet's flagship, Vice Admiral Logan stared intently at Rosie's figure on the screen, his eyes flashing with complex glint.

He was tall, with a stern face and a thick beard on his chin, which made him look even more majestic.

As a battle-hardened lieutenant general, Logan has always been known for his bravery and decisiveness, but in the Atlantis Empire, he is always outshined by Admiral Mike, which has long filled him with dissatisfaction.

This time, he was ordered by the Sea King to lead the fleet to encircle Admiral Mike and Rosie. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him, and he wanted to prove that he was stronger than Mike.

"General, do we really have to confront Admiral Mike head-on?" The adjutant looked at Logan worriedly. "Admiral Mike's strength is unfathomable. If we do this, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Logan interrupted the adjutant impatiently, "Do you think I will lose to Mike? He may be an admiral, but I'm not bad either!"

"But..." The adjutant wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by Logan with a wave of his hand.

"No problem! This is the order of the Sea King, we must execute it!" Logan's voice was firm, "Pass the order down, prepare for a strong attack!"

"General, think twice!" the adjutant said anxiously, "If we do this, it will cause heavy casualties!"

"War is always fatal," Logan said coldly. "As long as the mission is accomplished, paying a certain price is worth it!"

The adjutant looked at Logan's determined eyes and knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade him, it would be useless. He could only sigh helplessly and turn around to carry out the order.

Inside another battleship in the star fleet, a team was lurking quietly.

The commander of this team is Colonel Tiris.

He leaned back in his seat, his legs draped over the console, looking nonchalant.

His brown hair was messy, as if it had not been taken care of for a long time, and he had a thick beard on his chin that almost covered most of his face.

Only those gray eyes, which occasionally flashed a gleam, showed that he was not as simple as he seemed.

"Boss, what should we do now?" The adjutant came up to Tiris and asked in a low voice.

Tiris yawned lazily and said, "What should I do? You can't touch a female, so how can you touch a fish?"

"But...our mission this time is..." The adjutant looked embarrassed.

"The mission is to capture Admiral Mike, I know." Tiris said nonchalantly, "But what are you doing up there now? Can you beat that beast Admiral Mike?"

The adjutant's face flushed red, and he stammered, "I... Of course I can't beat him..."

"That's it." Tiris rolled his eyes. "We'll just wait here. When they're almost done fighting, we'll go out and pretend."

"But..." The adjutant hesitated, with an expression as if he didn't know whether he should say something or not.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don't hold it in." Tiris urged indifferently.

The adjutant took a deep breath and argued in a low voice: "Isn't touching a female just like touching a fish..."

"..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A deafening explosion suddenly echoed through the silent universe, shattering the tense atmosphere. The Atlantis fleet finally launched its attack, sending beams of energy of varying colors pouring down like a torrential rain, heading straight for Rosie, as if to devour her completely.

Facing this devastating onslaught, Rosie's expression remained remarkably calm. She slowly raised her right hand. The green, supernatural light in her palm had already solidified, emitting a powerful, heart-pounding aura. With a gentle wave, countless thick vines appeared out of thin air, dancing wildly across the starry sky as if possessed of life.

These vines seemed endless, covering the sky and the sun, and quickly wrapped around the front-line starship. The vines shimmered with an eerie green light, and their hardness far exceeded that of alloy. No matter how the starship struggled, it could not break free.

"Retreat, or else..." Rosie's voice rang out again, cold and majestic, and spread to every starship through the communicator connected to Mike.

Before she finished her words, a cruiser completely wrapped in vines suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and then, in full view of everyone, it exploded!

A massive shockwave swept across the surrounding starships, shaking them violently. Debris from the explosion flew like meteors, carving brilliant and brutal trails across the pitch-black universe.

Rosie narrowed her eyes slightly, watching the fireworks blossoming in the universe. The wreckage of the cruiser slowly dissipated against the pitch-black background like shattered stars. Her beautiful face was expressionless. Only her once lively eyes were now as deep as the universe itself, devoid of any emotion.

"Is this... war?" Rosie whispered to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it. She could feel her heart pounding violently in her chest, as if it was about to burst out of her throat. It wasn't excitement, but an indescribable... discomfort.

"Host, are you okay?" 001's voice sounded in his mind, with a hint of concern.

"I'm fine." Luo Xi responded in her heart, but her voice was a little dry. "It's just... my first time killing someone, it feels... weird."

"This is normal, host," 001 comforted. "Don't blame yourself too much. They attacked you first, and you were only trying to protect yourself."

"I know." Luo Xi sighed softly, "But... after all, they are living lives..."

"Host, in this world, the law of the jungle prevails. You must adapt." 001's voice grew serious. "If you don't resist, you will be the one to die."

Rosie was silent.

My chest felt like it was being weighed down by a heavy rock, making it hard to breathe. My stomach was churning, and I felt nauseous.

But now that it has begun, there is no turning back.

Rosie's eyes gradually became firm, like the light of a star deep in the universe, no longer wavering.

After Rosie destroyed a starship, Logan did not give up. Instead, he became even more crazy like an enraged beast.

He gave a firm order: "Continue the attack. We have a whole fleet of starship guards. I don't believe we can't capture two psychics!"

The adjutant complained silently in his heart, is that an ordinary psychic?

Those were two ninth-order superpower masters, tough guys who even defeated the Sea Emperor.

But although he thought so in his heart, he certainly didn't dare to say it out loud. He could only honestly pass on the order and continue the attack.

So, the Atlantis starships launched another attack, more fiercely and more crazily.

Like moths to a flame, the starships rushed towards Rosie and Mike fearlessly.

However, everything was in vain in front of Rosie's vines that were like a dragnet.

All the starships that approached the two were crushed by the vines and turned into dust in the universe.

Logan was anxious, his eyes were red and looked like they were about to bleed. He personally gave the order: "Go! Kill them!"

He roared madly, his voice transmitted through the communicators to every starship with a hysterical madness.

He looked at the display on the light screen and found that a fleet was sliding back and forth on the flank, and even the exhaust of the starship could not reach those devilish vines.

Logan looked at the logo on the team's starship and his eyes suddenly bulged with anger.

That's Tiris's team. This bastard is slacking off again!

"Tiris, what the hell are you doing?!"

Vice Admiral Logan's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, with uncontrollable anger, and exploded through the communicator in Tiris's command ship.

Tiris leaned lazily in the command chair, scratching his ears with his slender fingers nonchalantly, as if Logan's roar was just insignificant noise to him.

"What can I do? A loyal warrior like me is, of course, fighting with all my might."

A cynical smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was frivolous, as if he was dealing with a unreasonable child.

Lieutenant General Logan's face had turned ashen, and the veins on his forehead bulged like twisted earthworms.

He stared at Tiris's annoying face on the screen, wishing he could rush over and tear him to pieces.

"You call this an all-out effort?! Stop talking nonsense! Come on!"

Lieutenant General Logan's voice rose again, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with gnashing hatred.

Tiris's expression finally changed slightly. He put away the smile on his face, but his eyes were still full of disdain.

"Yes! Yes! Right away! I'm going to die... Oh, no, I'd better let Mike die."

He answered perfunctorily, his tone full of teasing, as if he didn't take Lieutenant General Logan's order seriously at all.

Lieutenant General Logan's chest heaved violently, and he felt like he was about to be driven crazy by Tiris.

His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into the flesh of his palms, almost pinching them to bleed.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to make his voice sound calmer.

"Tiris, listen to me carefully! If you dare to disobey me again, I will make you regret coming into this world!"

On the communicator, Lieutenant General Logan's face was distorted with anger, and his eyes were fixed on the screen, as if he wanted to eat Tiris alive through the screen.

His teeth were chattering and every breath was like a breath of fire.

Logan felt his temples throbbing, as if a fire was burning in his brain.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the tightness in his chest seemed impossible to suppress.

He felt like he was about to explode, he needed to vent, he needed an outlet.

He slammed his fist on the control desk, and the hard metal table made a loud "bang" sound, shaking the entire control room.

The adjutant shuddered with fear, and out of the corner of his eye he saw on the light screen that the fleet belonging to Colonel Tiris was walking along the edge of the battlefield and moving slowly towards the center of the battlefield.

However, since Admiral Tiris was so obedient, would he really fight with his old boss?