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

Inside the pirate flagship's bridge, the pirate leader gazed through a holographic projection at the fearless monsters on the battlefield. His initial excitement and anticipation had long since vanished, replaced by a deep sense of fear and unease. Those monsters weren't the secret weapons he'd imagined, but... a pack of true demons!

"This... what the hell is this thing?!" The pirate leader's voice trembled, and he could no longer maintain his previous arrogance. He looked at the man in black robe in horror, his tone filled with unconcealable fear.

The black-robed figure still stood quietly in the shadows, his face hidden in the darkness beneath his hood, his expression unclear. Hearing the pirate leader's question, he slowly raised his head, a cold and eerie smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

"They are God's creations." The black-robed man spoke slowly, his voice cold and hoarse, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, "Strange people."

"God... God's creation? Alien?" the pirate leader muttered to himself, his eyes hollow, as if he had lost his soul. He was completely unable to comprehend the meaning of the black-robed man's words. He felt a chill running from his feet to his head, leaving him feeling icy cold all over.

Inside the bridge of the Taoyuan Star Fleet's flagship, Admiral Mike watched the battle grow stalemated, his brow furrowed. Those small craft and monsters proved far more formidable than expected, their corrosive liquids capable of dissolving even the warship's armor. He realized this pirate attack was no ordinary plunder; perhaps a greater conspiracy lay hidden behind it. He took a deep breath and pressed the communicator. "Tiris," Admiral Mike said gravely.

"Here!" Colonel Tiris immediately stood up straight and his expression became serious.

"Take over command," Admiral Mike said as he began to remove his uniform. His muscles swelled, his bones crackled, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a massive golden mermaid. His golden scales gleamed brightly under the starlight, and his massive tail swung, sending waves of energy pulsing. His blue eyes burned with rage.

"Boss, are you going to fight in person?" Colonel Tiris asked in surprise. He knew that Admiral Mike rarely took action in person unless the situation was really critical.

Admiral Mike did not answer, but nodded. He swung his huge golden fish tail and disappeared from the bridge in an instant like an arrow. He wanted to get to the battlefield as soon as possible to support Rosie and the others.

At the same time, everyone else in Taoyuan Manor was rushing to the battlefield as quickly as possible.

However, it was too late.

Amidst the starry sky, Fan Xiao and Ling Yuan's armor was battered and tattered, their bodies covered in hideous wounds, their silver fur stained red with blood. Their breathing was heavy, their eyes were blurry, their strength nearing its limit. Xing Yu's condition was no better, his pristine white wings charred black, his holy radiance dimmed, and his body was covered in scars. He struggled to hold on, using holy light to resist the monster's attacks, but the effect was fading.

Like hyenas smelling blood, the monsters attacked Fan Xiao with even greater frenzy, their sharp claws and corrosive liquids pouring down like a tide. Fan Xiao fought back with all his might, but the effort grew, his body grew heavier, and his consciousness began to blur.

A monster seized the opportunity, its stinking claws tearing through the air as it charged towards Fan Xiao's chest. Fan Xiao tried to dodge, but his body felt like it was filled with lead, too heavy to move. He could only watch helplessly as the shadow of death descended upon him. The stench of corrosive liquid penetrated his nostrils, and despair instantly gripped his heart.

At this critical moment of life and death, the sky suddenly changed.

The chaotic energy fluctuations were instantly smoothed by an invisible giant hand, becoming frozen in stillness. A pitch-black crack suddenly appeared above the battlefield, like the night sky being slashed by a sharp blade, revealing a deeper void.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming and terrifying pressure descended like the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing.

Those once fearless, bloodthirsty monsters froze in mid-air, as if under a spell. Their ferocious roars abruptly ceased, replaced by an instinctive trembling and fear. The red light flickering in their eye sockets dimmed instantly, like a candle flame snuffed out by a strong wind, leaving only endless fear spreading.

Everyone felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if an invisible mountain were pressing down on their shoulders, making breathing difficult. This power was definitely not something a ninth-level psychic could possess. This pressure was beyond their comprehension!

A figure slowly descended from the pitch-black crack.

The figure, shrouded in inky armor, seemed to blend seamlessly into the night, with only the faint gleam of cold metal visible through the gaps between the armor's crevices. His stature was majestic, like a god of war from ancient mythology. Simply standing there in silence was enough to terrify heaven and earth, bringing all things into submission.

The man slowly raised his head, his features hidden beneath his armor, making them hard to discern. All he could feel was a chilling aura, like the chill wind from the Arctic glaciers, biting and cold, yet devoid of any warmth. He emanated a suffocating sense of oppression, like a deity roaming the world, looking down indifferently upon the ants of existence. The monsters rampaging across the battlefield, before him, instantly became like trembling cubs, their previous arrogance and frenzy gone.

Luo Xi covered her mouth with her hands excitedly: "Kyle..."