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

"Report—" A young priest stumbled into the hall, rolled over and knelt down in front of Smodor, his voice hoarse, "Oh no! High Priest! His Highness Rein... His Highness Rein..."

Smodor was happily contemplating the Sea King's thank-you gift when he was suddenly interrupted. A flicker of impatience crossed his glittering golden face. He frowned and angrily scolded, "You're so flustered! What's wrong with His Highness Rein?"

"Your Highness Rein... he... he is gone!" The little priest was out of breath, his face flushed red.

"What?!" Smodor was startled, his face trembling with fear, and he nearly jumped out of his chair. He grabbed the young priest by the collar and demanded fiercely, "What do you mean by 'disappeared'? How can a living person just vanish into thin air?"

The young priest was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe, and struggled to explain: "I... I don't know... This morning... I went to deliver food to His Highness Lain, and I found... I found that he was not in the room... I searched the entire Beast God Temple, but... I couldn't find him..."

Smodor's vision darkened, and he nearly fainted. If anything really happened to Rein, Poseidon would have to skin him alive! He suppressed his panic and asked calmly, "Did he leave any messages? Or... did he do anything unusual?"

The young priest tried hard to recall. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he remembered something: "Oh right! His Highness Rein asked me yesterday... yesterday about the whereabouts of Her Excellency Rosie and the others..."

When Smodor heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Rein had gone to see Rosie? The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and his expression grew grim.

At this moment, the communicator suddenly rang. It was Orlando, the Sea King. Smodor quickly answered the call, but before he could speak, Orlando's anxious voice came over: "Smodor, where's Rhine? Why can't I contact him?"

Sweat instantly dripped down Smodor's forehead. He hesitated, not daring to tell the truth, and could only speak vaguely, "Your Majesty... please don't worry... His Highness Rein... he might... he might have gone out to relax..."

"Relaxing?" Orlando clearly didn't believe it. "Where can he go to relax in that state? Tell me honestly, where did Laing go?!"

Smodor was forced into a corner and could only bite the bullet and say, "His Highness Rein... he... he seems to have gone to see Ms. Rosie..."

"What?!" Orlando's voice instantly rose an octave, filled with obvious anger. "Why didn't you stop him?! Can his body withstand the torture?!"

Smodor shuddered with fear, his fat body shaking like a leaf in the wind. The color drained from his golden face, leaving it paler than a painted wall. He opened his mouth to explain, but his tongue seemed to be tied, and not a single word came out: "Your Majesty... I... I..."

"Alright! Stop talking!" Orlando interrupted Smodo directly on the other end of the communicator. His voice sounded like it came out of an ice cellar, making Smodo shiver. "I'm on my way and will be there soon!"

Orlando took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rage boiling in his chest. He knew now wasn't the time to assign blame; the most important thing was to find Ryan and ensure his safety. But the thought of Ryan's frail body made Orlando's heart tighten, as if being gripped by an invisible hand, the pain almost choking him.

His face was gloomy, his eyes as dark as the sky before a storm, ink dripping out of it. He spoke to Smodor word by word, each word squeezed out from between his teeth, tinged with cold murderous intent: "You'd better pray that Lain is okay, otherwise..."

With a "click", Orlando hung up the phone.

Smodor slumped in his chair, like a puddle of mud. The communicator slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a "clatter", shattering into pieces. But he acted as if he hadn't noticed, staring blankly at the ground, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.

It's over, it's over.

Smodo felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff. A gust of wind could blow him down into the abyss and smash him to pieces.

He was afraid that this time he was really going to be in great trouble.

The wrath of the Sea King was not something a mere priest could bear. Not to mention his glittering golden treasures, even his life might be in jeopardy.

The more Smodor thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his body trembled even more violently. He suddenly howled, "Ah!" The sound was as shrill as a pig being slaughtered, and it echoed in this magnificent secret room, making it even more desolate.

"My baby! My little money! I haven't lived enough!"

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Inside the starship, the alarms blared shrilly, each one more intense than the last, as if piercing one's eardrums. The lights flickered, making one panic.

"Warning! Warning! Starship energy system damaged! Jump engine failure! Repeat! Starship energy system damaged! Jump engine failure!"

The mechanical voice was cold and ruthless, repeating itself over and over again. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Rosie's heart.

"What's going on?" Luo Xi's face turned pale, and she staggered and almost fell.

Kyle was quick to pull Rosie into his arms and hold her tightly. His tall body was like a wall, shielding Rosie from all the shaking and impact.

"It's spatial fluctuations!" Xuanqi spoke in a low voice. He stood there, motionless like a statue, but the aura around him became cold and dangerous.

Lu Ye's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze sharp as an eagle as he looked around. His slender fingers unconsciously rubbed his waist, where he usually used his weapon.

Rosie was held so tightly by Kyle that she could hardly breathe. She could feel Kyle's body was as tense as a piece of iron, a sign of extreme tension.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the starship shook violently again, like a small boat ravaged by a violent storm, which could fall apart at any time.

Luo Xi felt like her internal organs were about to be shaken out, her stomach was churning, and she felt so nauseous that she wanted to vomit.

"Kyle..." Rosie's voice trembled, and she grabbed Kyle's clothes tightly, as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw.

Kyle didn't say anything, but just hugged Rosie tighter, telling her with his actions, don't be afraid, I'm here for you.

At the same time, at the Saye Star Port.

The originally bustling and noisy scene was instantly shrouded in a strange darkness.

A powerful dark energy, like a flood bursting through a dam, surged from the direction of the Colosseum at an astonishing speed, spreading to the entire planet in the blink of an eye.

This energy, with its suffocating feeling of oppression, was like an invisible giant hand, strangling everyone's throat.

"what--"

"Help--"

"What the hell is this?!"

Screams of terror rang out among the crowd.

Ordinary people began to show symptoms of discomfort, with pale faces, difficulty breathing, and shaky bodies.

What's worse, some people even rolled their eyes and fainted.

For a moment, the entire port was in chaos, with cries, screams, and calls for help intertwined into one, like hell on earth.

Luo Qian keenly noticed that this dark energy was very similar to the dark energy that had erupted from the Beast God's true body before.

Not only that, the wound on Kyle's chest that was eroded by dark energy, and Xingyu's experience of being eroded by dark energy are all inextricably linked to this power.

Luo Xi's heart sank to the bottom...