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

Yue Ling lowered her head and reported to Jiu Si on the throne, her voice trembling slightly. "Young Emperor Lain's mental strength is nearly exhausted, but... he still refuses our mental control."

On the throne, Jiusi spoke indifferently, his voice like the collision of cold metal: "Waste."

Yue Ling's body stiffened. He could sense that Jiusi's patience was running out. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, trickling down his cheeks, gathering at his chin and dripping onto the cold floor. His lips moved, wanting to say something, but he didn't know how to begin.

"What should we do next?" Yue Ling's voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been sandpapered.

Jiusi didn't answer. He slowly stood up, his long white hair flowing without wind, like a burning flame. He walked down the throne step by step, and each step seemed to step on Yueling's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"This time, I will do it myself." Jiusi's voice was low and cold, like the cold wind from hell.

Yue Ling's body began to tremble violently. He didn't know if this trembling was due to excitement, fear, or perhaps both.

His Highness Jiusi has taken action personally, and Her Excellency the Holy Female will definitely have nowhere to escape this time.

A glint of fanaticism flashed in Yue Ling's eyes. He was a scientist, a scientist driven madly by his experiments. He didn't care about race or position; he only cared about his own experiments.

Lu Ye from Blue Star can already tolerate the crystal cores of ferocious beasts of that level.

So……

Where is the Holy Female?

Yue Ling's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, his breathing was getting more and more rapid, and his eyes were getting more and more crazy.

Suddenly, a powerful force descended from the sky, pressing Yue Ling hard to the ground. He felt as if his bones were about to break.

Jiusi seemed to sense his thoughts. A white figure appeared before Yueling like a ghost. He looked down at Yueling, his purple eyes cold and emotionless.

Yue Ling felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast. His hair stood on end, and his blood was about to freeze. He could even smell the scent of death.

"You're planning on hitting on her..." Jiusi's voice was low and slow, like a blunt knife, cutting Yueling's heart again and again. "I'll let you go to the Beast God in advance."

He slowly bent down and approached Yue Ling. His voice was extremely low, yet it carried undeniable authority: "You can confess your sins to him face to face."

Yue Ling's body trembled even more violently. He felt like an ant being held in Jiu Si's hand. If Jiu Si exerted even a little force, he would be shattered to pieces.

He opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and no sound came out. Cold sweat soaked his clothes, sticking to his skin and making him feel cold.

The ground was cold and hard, causing pain in his bones. He pressed himself tightly against the ground, curling up into a ball.

His eyes were filled with fear, no longer filled with the previous enthusiasm. He finally understood that in Jiusi's eyes, he was just a tool, a tool that could be discarded at any time.

He didn't even have the courage to beg for mercy, and he just prostrated himself on the ground.

"Yes."

……

Deep within the Beast Temple, within a resplendent chamber, High Priest Smodor sat solemnly, his golden robe gleaming in the candlelight, a stark contrast to his usual money-obsessed self. A teardrop-shaped communicator hovered before him, emitting a faint blue light, signaling a secret communication with Sea King Orlando.

"Your Majesty Orlando, don't worry. I will take care of everything for His Highness Rhine." Smodor spoke respectfully, and his golden face rarely showed seriousness, as if he had become a different person.

On the other end of the communicator came the anxious voice of Poseidon Orlando: "How is Rhine...?"

Smodor tilted his head slightly, glancing at the flickering blue light on the communicator. A glint flashed in his eyes. He cleared his throat and spoke slowly, his tone heavy with emotion: "His Highness Rein has consumed the essence of the Sea God Pearl in his efforts to save Marshal Kyle. The situation... is not optimistic."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator. Orlando's voice came again, with a hint of fatigue and gratitude: "Smodro, this time... thank you very much. When I finish the things at hand, I will come to thank you in person."

Smodor was delighted, but remained expressionless. He said humbly, "Your Majesty, you are too kind. This is what I should do. Your Highness Rein is an honored guest of our Beast God Temple. I will naturally take good care of him."

He paused, rolled his eyes, and then "inadvertently" revealed: "By the way, Your Majesty, Lady Luo Xi and the others seem to be planning to leave the Beast God Temple tomorrow."

Orlando heard this, his tone tinged with relief. "That's fine... I'll leave as soon as possible for the Beast Temple." He emphasized again, "Smodoro, this time is truly thanks to you. I, Orlando, will always remember this kindness."

The call ended, and the teardrop-shaped communicator slowly fell back into Smodor's hands, its blue light gradually extinguished. Smodor rubbed his chin triumphantly, the smile on his face no longer concealed, like a fox that had stolen a chicken.

"Hehe, the thank-you gift from the Sea King must be filled with so many treasures!" He rubbed his hands, his eyes shining, as if he had already seen mountains of treasures.

"High Priest, His Highness Rein doesn't seem to be in good health. The breakfast sent is useless..." A little priest hurried over and interrupted Smodor's sweet dream.

Smodor waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly: "Alright, alright, got it. His Highness's health has always been like that, don't worry about him."

The young priest wanted to say something, but was glared back by Smodor, so he had to retreat in disappointment.

……

The starship landed smoothly at the Saye star port and the hatch slowly opened.

Rosie and her group walked out of the starship.

Saye is indeed an important transit planet, and its prosperity far exceeds Luo Qian's imagination.

On the streets, people of all kinds of strange races are shoulder to shoulder, and the architectural styles are so different that it is dazzling.

The air was filled with the aroma of various foods, mixed with the roar of machinery, noisy and full of vitality.

Because they were not in a hurry, they did not choose the expedited route and needed to wait for the next jump on Saye Star.

"How about we go to the Colosseum?" Xuanqi suggested.