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

A stellar war erupted. The Peach Blossom Star Fleet's particle beams were like the scythe wielded by the Grim Reaper, precise and merciless. The pirate vanguard ship didn't even utter a single wail before it was shattered in a dazzling display of light, reduced to ash and cosmic dust. The explosion was like fireworks at a festive celebration, beautiful yet fleeting, foreshadowing the coming of death and destruction. The Peach Blossom Star Fleet unleashed its full force, instantly ripping apart the tranquil starry sky, and the prelude to the battle was brutally begun.

"Damn it! What kind of firepower is that!" The deafening explosion threatened to rip the alloy floor of the pirate ship's bridge apart. The piercing wailing of alarms, angry curses, and wails blended into a cacophony, like a pot of boiling oil about to burst, splattering and scattering. The pirate leader's fat face was completely drained of color, like a pig drained of blood. His bloated body trembled like a sieve, and there was no trace of his previous arrogance. His small eyes were fixed on the star map. The light points representing his own ships were dimming and disappearing at a visible speed, as if wiped away by an invisible giant hand. The sight of this made him tremble with fear, and cold sweat dripped down his back, soaking his clothes.

"Calling lead ship! Calling lead ship! Requesting support! Enemy fire is too intense, we can't hold out! Requesting retreat! Please give instructions—" The hoarse cries echoed through the bridge, tinged with apocalyptic despair. Every pirate stared eagerly at the communicator, as if the cold metal instrument could utter the golden words of salvation, offering a glimmer of hope for survival. Retreat, retreat, they desperately longed for the order to retreat, even if it meant lingering on for a few moments, rather than being blasted into space dust here.

However, all they received in response was a deathly silence. The lead ship seemed to have lost contact. No matter how frantically they called out, only a despairing murmur echoed through the communicator, cold and hollow, like the mockery of death.

"What's going on with the lead ship? Why isn't it responding?" Despair spread like a plague, and fear began to gnaw at the pirates' already fragile nerves.

"I don't care about that anymore! If I don't run away, I'm going to die here!" Finally, a pirate collapsed. Under the shadow of death, the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

"Retreat! Retreat! Everybody, run for your lives!" someone shouted, and like the ignition of a powder keg's fuse, the desperate cry instantly became a clarion call for flight. The pirates scrambled for the cockpit, some even pushing and trampling their companions for a slim chance of survival. They piloted their wrecked starships, dashing about like headless chickens, attempting to escape this deadly place.

However, just as they turned, before they had fully spun around, a beam of light, more dazzling than any before, shot forth from the lead ship. Like the gaze of death, cold and merciless, it struck the fleeing starship with uncanny precision. The hull still bore the charred marks of the previous battle, making it appear even more glaring.

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion, accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of metal tearing, instantly engulfed the starship. The wreckage shattered like a toy torn apart by a giant beast, exploding in a blinding burst of fire across the starry sky.

The pirates on the bridge froze in place, as if struck by lightning. Their hopes of escape, newly ignited, were extinguished by this sudden betrayal. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at the leading ship on the star map, representing the allies. It bared its fangs like a predatory beast, ready to devour.

"Captain... Captain... Why?" a pirate muttered to himself, his voice filled with incomprehensible shock and despair. He even began to doubt what they had risked their lives for all these years. They couldn't believe, and didn't want to believe, that their leader, the one who had led them to commit murder, looting, and all manner of evil, would actually kill them, "his own people."

Those who refused to believe in the evil still clung to the hope of a lucky escape, gritting their teeth and attempting to imitate the attempt. However, the same fate awaited them all. The lead ship, like a cold and merciless executioner, was no longer content with simply destroying them. Instead, it began playfully targeting the engines and weapon systems of the starships, causing them to gradually lose their resistance in pain and despair, ultimately turning into cosmic dust. The cold and deadly light of the particle beam cannon announced the doom of those who escaped.

Despair, like a tide, completely overwhelmed the pirates. Ahead was the deadly artillery fire of the Taoyuan Star Fleet, and behind them was the ruthless slaughter of their own leader. They were like beans caught in a millstone, caught in a dilemma, with no escape.

The pirates were reduced to trapped beasts, cornered. Their cries of wailing, cursing, and begging for mercy filled the bridge, but to no avail. Knowing they were moths to a flame, mantis trying to stop a chariot, they could only grit their teeth like zombies, manipulating their shattered starships and launching a final, feeble charge towards Taoyuan Star's defenses.

A disorganized swarm of starships, like a hornet's nest disturbed, swarmed aimlessly towards Taoyuan Star's ironclad defenses, hoping to overwhelm the enemy's firepower with superior numbers. But this was doomed to failure. The Taoyuan Star fleet's formation was agile and precise, like a cunning fish, darting through the starry sky. Particle beams and energy cannons intertwined into an impenetrable fire net, precise and deadly. Every flash of light carried away a pirate ship, like the Grim Reaper swinging his scythe, reaping the desperate lives.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! That's a beautiful fight!" Colonel Tiris clapped his hands excitedly, his gray eyes gleaming with excitement, his previous inattention gone. He stared at the battle footage of the Taoyuan Star Fleet on the main screen, praising it. "Look at the positioning, look at the artillery fire, it's a textbook example of interstellar warfare! Boss, these pirates never dreamed they'd hit such a tough opponent, did they? I bet they're regretting it now!"

Admiral Mike's expression remained calm and composed, but a hint of cold murderous intent lingered in his blue eyes. He thought of the innocent civilians murdered by the pirates, the pitiful children abducted for experimentation, and his rage erupted like a volcano. He tapped his slender fingers lightly on the command console and gave a deep command: "Energy cannons, concentrate your firepower. Prioritize the enemy flagship and send them to meet the Star God! Particle beam cannons, fire freely, and eliminate the small fry. Leave no one alive!"

"Alright!" Colonel Tiris responded excitedly, immediately relaying the order. The Taoyuan Star Fleet's firepower instantly increased. The energy cannons roared like giant dragons, emitting a deafening roar as they precisely pounded the pirate fleet's flagship. The particle beam cannons, like the eyes of death, darted between the pirate ships, each flash of light carrying the life of a starship.

The pirate ships fell like harvested wheat, their flames blazing across half the sky. The battlefield became one-sided. However, just as the Taoyuan warriors believed victory was assured, the restless red eyes in the pirate flagship's command bridge grew increasingly excited, like hungry beasts catching sight of long-awaited flesh and blood. In the darkness, it seemed as if something even more dangerous and terrifying was slowly awakening...