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

"I'll go."

A soft but firm voice sounded, breaking the solemn atmosphere in the cabin.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Nightingale slowly walking out from behind Rosie.

The timidity and confusion of the past were gone from that delicate little face, replaced by an unprecedented determination.

She looked up at Luo Xi, her clear eyes twinkling with stars, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Luo Xi looked at her, frowning slightly, and her tone was full of unquestionable majesty: "You are my guest, and you don't need to show up for this kind of thing."

She didn't want Nightingale to take any risks. In her eyes, Nightingale was just a little girl who had just started high school on Blue Star, but now this little girl had experienced too much.

"Let me go. I want to help, too." Nightingale interrupted Rosie, her eyes filled with pleading. She wasn't a flower in a greenhouse; on the contrary, she was a demon from hell, a demon that had escaped from the wolf's den and entered the tiger's lair. If it weren't for Rosie, she might have truly gone to hell. She had to truly control her own destiny, so that she could protect the people she wanted to protect. Nightingale looked at Rosie.

Luo Xi looked at Nightingale's determined eyes and felt touched.

She understood that Nightingale had made her decision, and no matter what she said, she could not change her mind.

After all, this seemingly weak little female had actually fought her way out of a sea of ​​blood.

"Ok."

Rosie nodded gently. She knew that she should trust Nightingale and believe that she had the ability to protect herself.

"But you have to be careful."

Rosie's tone was filled with concern and worry.

"Ok!"

The nightingale nodded vigorously, a bright smile on her face, like a blooming flower, beautiful and dazzling.

She turned and headed towards the starship's exit.

His back is upright and firm, and his steps are light and powerful.

Outside the starship, the pirates' shouting was like a swarm of flies, buzzing and making people feel annoyed.

"Listen up, everyone in there. If you know what's good for you, surrender quickly and hand over all your valuables. We can spare your lives!" A rough voice roared, like thunder, making people's eardrums hurt.

"Hahaha, I think they're so scared they don't even dare to fart!" another shrill voice echoed, its tone full of sarcasm, "A bunch of cowards, daring to come to the Chaos Star Region? It's hilarious!"

"Surrender quickly and don't waste our time!"

"If you don't come out, we'll kill you!"

The pirates were talking back and forth like a pack of hungry wolves, eager to devour everyone on the starship. They used the civilians tied to the hull of the starship as human shields to threaten those inside.

The civilians' faces were pale, their eyes filled with fear and despair. They closed their eyes tightly, their bodies trembling constantly, like dead leaves swaying in the wind, ready to be torn to pieces by the pirates at any moment.

At this moment, the hatch of the starship slowly opened, and a petite figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Nightingale stood at the starship's exit, her petite frame seemingly frail against the massive ship's backdrop. She was like a lamb straying into a pack of wolves, in danger of being devoured at any moment. But her eyes, shimmering with astonishing brightness, like cold stars twinkling in the dark night, held no trace of fear, but instead revealed a resolute determination.

The pirates were stunned at first, then burst into laughter, and obscenities came like a tide.

"Where did you come from, little girl? Are you here to warm my bed?"

"You look handsome, why don't you follow me? I promise you'll have everything you need!"

"Is this small body enough for me to toss with?"

The teasing and insults were like sharp knives, trying to pierce Nightingale's defenses. These pirates, who committed murder, looting, and other evil deeds on a daily basis, were even more reckless with their words, daring to say anything.

Nightingale's expression grew increasingly gloomy. Her deep eyes, like a deep sea brewing a storm, surged with devastating power beneath her calm exterior. She slowly raised her hand, and a dazzling light shimmered at her fingertips. It was the brilliance of the nine interwoven powers—beautiful, yet deadly.

"You guys are looking for death!"

The voice was quiet, yet it was like a poisoned ice knife, wrapped in an extremely cold storm, piercing straight into the heart of every pirate. The hoarse voice, like the whisper of a demon from the depths of hell, sent a shudder through the very soul.

Before she finished speaking, she flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The next second, she appeared in front of a space pirate like a ghost, at an astonishing speed, like a lightning bolt tearing through the darkness, leaving the pirate no time to react.

"You..." The space pirate didn't even have time to say the second word before Nightingale punched him in the abdomen.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the pirate's body flew backwards like a rag doll caught in a strong wind, slamming hard into the cold metal shell of the starship, letting out a shrill scream.

"what--!"

This sudden scene stunned everyone.

Those pirates who were originally shouting seemed to have their throats strangled by invisible hands. They opened their mouths wide but could not make a sound.

Their eyes almost popped out of their sockets as they stared at everything in front of them, as if they had seen some incredible monster.

"This... this is impossible!" One of the pirates' voices changed, and his sharp voice was filled with fear and trembling.

They never dreamed that this weak female who looked like she could be killed with a slap could actually have such terrifying strength.

Nightingale ignored the shock of the pirates. She flashed and quickly shuttled among the pirates, like a ghost hunting in the dark night. Every flash brought a bloody storm.

Every time she attacked, there was a pirate's scream, like a funeral song of death, echoing in the cold starry sky.

"boom!"

"what!"

"Help!"

The screams of the pirates came one after another. The numerical advantage they were proud of seemed so pale and powerless in front of Nightingale.

They fled in all directions like a group of weeds being madly harvested by a lawn mower, but they could not escape the pursuit of the nightingale at all.

In just a few minutes, most of the pirates who were once so arrogant were killed or injured, and the rest were so scared that they ran away like a group of stray dogs.

Nightingale stood among the corpses of the pirates, a few drops of blood splashed on her delicate little face, like a Lycoris radiata blooming in a pool of blood, enchanting and beautiful.

There was a cold light flashing in her deep eyes, like a Shura returning from hell, which made people shudder.

At this moment, everyone witnessed the power of the Nine-Series Psychic. It was a terrifying existence that was enough to subvert the interstellar landscape, making people feel deep fear and awe.

"This... is this the ninth-level mutant?" Ivan muttered to himself, with a hint of shock in his voice that was hard to conceal.

Although he had long known that Nightingale was very powerful, he had never imagined that she would be so strong.

"It's...it's amazing!" Damon widened his eyes and opened his mouth so wide that an egg could fit in it.

A hint of surprise also appeared on Xuanqi's face. He didn't expect that Nightingale's strength would be so terrifying.

He originally thought that his seven-series superpowers were already very powerful, but compared to Nightingale, it seemed to be far behind.

Luo Xi looked at Nightingale, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart. She was happy for Nightingale's strength, but also felt sorry for her experience.

She knew that Nightingale had become like this because of those cruel laboratories.

At this moment, something unexpected happened! One of the pirates, seemingly driven to desperation, produced a yellowed scroll. The scroll, tattered and tattered, emanated a frightening aura, like a sleeping beast slowly opening its bloodthirsty eyes. The intricate patterns on the scroll shimmered with an eerie light, the aura of an eighth-order spatial power!

You know, special abilities are already powerful and strange, let alone an eighth-level one! If this were to happen, wouldn't Nightingale's tiny body be shattered into pieces? Not to mention pieces, I'm afraid even her ashes wouldn't be found!

Nightingale bore the brunt of the attack. Facing this sudden onslaught, her petite body felt as if it would be torn apart at any moment. The force of space twisted and distorted, like an invisible hand, threatening to crush her to pieces.

"Be careful!" Rosie screamed, her voice trembling. She wanted to move forward to help, but was blocked by the violent force of space, unable to get close. Rosie was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, running around in circles, wishing she could grow wings and fly over.

Admiral Mike and his companions' expressions changed drastically. They had never imagined that these space pirates would have such a trump card! This was an eighth-tier space-based ability scroll, not just any cabbage. How could it end up in the hands of this rabble?

At the critical moment, countless emerald green vines appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the nightingale like snakes, quickly weaving into a solid protective shield. The vines flickered with tiny green lights, the breath of life and the ray of hope.

Nightingale was startled. She turned around and saw Rosie's face full of worry. Rosie smiled at her, and that smile was as warm as the sun, dispelling the fear in her heart.

Is this... the feeling of being protected?

A warm current surged through Nightingale's heart, flowing through her every limb like a hot spring. She had never felt so protected in her entire life. In the laboratory, she lived in fear and despair every day, like a lamb that could be slaughtered at any moment. She thought she would never know the feeling of being protected in her lifetime, but she didn't expect...

With Luo Xi's support, Nightingale felt reassured. Her eyes flashed, and her nine supernatural powers began to circulate frantically. A crisscross of light intertwined, enveloping her entire being. She looked as beautiful as an elf who had strayed into the mortal world.

That yellowed scroll, the pirates' final trump card, was now like a piece of waste paper, shredded by the spatial turbulence. Deprived of their most powerful weapon, the pirates were like lambs to the slaughter before the rampaging Nightingale, powerless to fight back.

"Ah! Help!"

"Please spare us! We won't dare to do it again!"

The screams and pleas for mercy filled the air, one after another, making people feel annoyed.

Nightingale was not affected at all. She looked at the pirates coldly, as if she were looking at a group of dead people. There was no trace of pity in her eyes, only endless coldness and murderous intent.

"go to hell!"

The nightingale's voice echoed in the starry sky, like the whisper of death, making people shudder.

The pirates were so frightened that they knelt down and begged for mercy. Some of the timid ones even peed themselves in fear. A foul smell filled the air, making people frown.

"Don't... don't kill us, we were forced to do it!"

"Yes, we have elderly parents and young children to support, and the whole family is counting on us for support!"

"We promise we will never be space pirates again. Please let us go!"

The pirates cried bitterly, trying to win Nightingale's sympathy. But Nightingale was not moved at all. She was not a saint, so she would not sympathize with these murderous pirates.

She raised her hand slightly, and rays of supernatural light flashed, and the pirates fell down like wheat being cut, and there was no sound anymore.

After the battle, Nightingale walked back to the starship. The murderous aura on her body gradually dissipated, and she returned to her well-behaved self. She lowered her head, like a kitten that had just finished playing naughty things, and carefully rubbed against Rosie.

"Thank you, Sister Sissi." The Nightingale's voice was very soft, with a barely perceptible tremor, like a candlelight swaying in the wind, weak but tenacious.

The voice was so soft that if Luo Xi hadn't had good hearing, she wouldn't have heard it. She looked at the girl in front of her, who was a few centimeters shorter than her, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

"Thank you for your hard work." Luo Xi raised her hand and gently rubbed Nightingale's messy bun, like comforting a frightened little animal. She could feel Nightingale's body trembling slightly, as if in fear, but also as if in excitement.

Nightingale's body stiffened slightly, as if she wasn't used to such intimacy, but she quickly relaxed. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she didn't dare look up at Rosie, fearing they would fall. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever been so kind to her.

In the laboratory, she lived in fear and despair every day, like a lamb that could be slaughtered at any time. She thought she would never experience the feeling of being cared for in her life, but she didn't expect...

After the matter was resolved, Rosie's starship did not stop but left the chaotic star field directly.

Inside the starship, Rosie looked at the rescued civilians on the holographic projection. They knelt on the ground, kowtowed deeply in the direction the starship had departed, their devotion as if they were worshiping a deity. Gratitude and awe were written on each face, their eyes gleaming with the joy of having survived.

"It was the Saintess! Not only did she save us, she also kept the spoils!" a gray-haired old man said excitedly, his voice trembling. His weathered eyes were now filled with tears.

"Lady Saint is truly magnificent!"

"Thank you, Saint Lady, for saving my life!"

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