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

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Orlando provided the most advanced submarine starship of the Atlantis Empire. This starship can not only navigate in the universe, but also go deep into the seabed, making it an excellent choice for exploring the Abyss of Poseidon.

Inside the starship, in the spacious conference room, the atmosphere was somewhat tense. Rosie, Kyle, Xingyu, Admiral Mike, Orlando, and Enzo sat around a large round conference table, discussing the next course of action.

"Since we're heading to Poseidon's Abyss, we naturally need a high-performance starship," Orlando spoke first, breaking the silence. He paused, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, his tone tentative, "I know you have concerns about me, so as a token of my sincerity, I'm willing to relinquish my position as captain of this starship."

Everyone was stunned when these words came out. The Captain was the highest commander of the starship, holding the control of the entire starship. Orlando's willingness to give up such an important position was truly beyond everyone's expectations.

Rosie looked at Orlando with a scrutinizing look in her eyes. She couldn't believe that Orlando would be so generous.

Xingyu also frowned slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his cold eyes.

Enzo lowered his head and his expression could not be seen.

A brief silence, like an undercurrent in the deep sea, surged silently through the conference room. Everyone breathed softly, as if afraid to disturb the stagnant atmosphere.

Lu Ye was the first to break the silence. He cleared his throat and looked at Kyle, "Since His Majesty Orlando has taken the initiative to step down, I believe that Marshal Kyle is the most suitable to serve as the captain."

There was a shrewd glint in his dark brown eyes.

After all, among those present, no one could match Kyle's strength. With him in control of the starship, safety was undoubtedly paramount.

He also didn't want to put his and Sissi's lives in the hands of outsiders.

Kyle shook his head, and looked at Admiral Mike with his deep amber eyes. His originally cold and hard lines seemed to soften a little when he looked at Mike.

"Mike knows the underwater environment better than I do." Kyle's voice was low, but it was full of unquestionable certainty. "He is more suitable to serve as the captain."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Rosie blinked. She didn't expect Kyle to take the initiative to give up the position.

Admiral Mike was also a bit surprised. He straightened his back, his golden hair gleaming brightly in the light. Although he and Kyle were both soldiers, their styles were completely different. Kyle was the kind of iron-fisted commander with a swift and decisive approach, while Admiral Mike, while equally serious, possessed the delicacy and gentleness of a marine creature.

Rosie thought for a moment and understood Kyle's intention. The Poseidon Abyss lies deep in the ocean, a complex and ever-changing environment rife with dangers. Admiral Mike, a mermaid, possesses a unique advantage in underwater combat, making him a more reliable captain.

"I have no objection." Rosie nodded slightly in agreement.

Orlando agreed: "Admiral Mike is indeed the most suitable person."

Enzo naturally had no objection.

Seeing no one objected, Admiral Mike gave up his reluctance. He stood up, nodded slightly to the group, and said in a steady and powerful voice, "If that's the case, then I respectfully obey your orders. I will do my best to ensure the successful completion of this operation."

He walked to the control panel, his slender fingers gently sliding across the screen, entering a complex series of commands. The starship's intelligent system immediately responded: "Captain authority has been transferred, Admiral Mike, you now have supreme control of the starship."

Lu Ye watched Admiral Mike's smooth and flowing movements, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of interest: "Professional! This operation, it's obvious that he's a veteran."

The starship started slowly, first heading towards the starry sky, then dived into the deep sea, and moved rapidly towards the Abyss of Poseidon.

Rosie stood by the porthole, watching the deep sea scene speed by. A variety of luminous fish and jellyfish, like flowing starlight, traced brilliant trails in the darkness. The vast coral reefs, like underwater palaces, were a dazzling riot of color and breathtaking beauty.

It was the first time she had seen such a spectacular underwater world, and she was stunned for a moment.

"How is it? Isn't it beautiful?" Admiral Mike's voice sounded behind him.

Luo Xi turned around and nodded, with amazement on her face: "It's so beautiful, it's like another world."

Admiral Mike walked over to Rosie and stood beside her, his eyes also fixed on the porthole: "The sea is much more exciting than the land."

Rosie nodded in agreement.

As the starship continued to dive, the light around it dimmed, and the water pressure grew stronger. All sorts of bizarre deep-sea creatures began to appear outside the portholes. Some had enormous eyes, some were covered in spikes, and some had sharp teeth, looking ferocious and terrifying.

Luo Qian watched with great interest, not feeling the slightest bit of fear. She was now a Saint-level expert, and these deep-sea creatures were not enough for her to crush with just one finger.

Admiral Mike cleared his throat and began to explain, "This time we're going to take the underwater space tunnel. That path leads directly to the Abyss of Poseidon, which will save us a lot of time."

After saying that, he quickly glanced at Luo Xi, his eyes slightly nervous.

After all, when he had been ordered by Orlando to bring Rosie from Blue Planet to Atlantis, they had taken this very same waterway. That experience, for Rosie, was probably not a pleasant one.

Rosie listened quietly, with no expression on her face, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry.

Admiral Mike felt relieved when he saw this. It seemed that Rosie didn't take the incident to heart.

Well, this matter is finally resolved.

"Warning! Warning! We have detected five starships approaching ahead. Please prepare for battle!" The cold mechanical voice of the starship's intelligence suddenly rang out on the bridge, breaking the rare tranquility.

"Coming so soon?" Orlando frowned and looked at Admiral Mike with a sharp gaze. "It seems that those old guys in the Elder Council are determined to stop me."

Admiral Mike's face was calm, his golden hair gleaming slightly in the light. He walked to the control panel, tapped the screen with his slender fingers, and gave the order: "Activate the defense system, prepare for battle."

"Yes!" Starship Intelligence responded immediately.

On the hull of the starship, a layer of light blue energy shield slowly unfolded, wrapping the entire starship.

"We've entered Atlantis' airspace," Admiral Mike said in a deep voice, his golden hair gleaming slightly in the light of the console. He straightened his back, his fingers sliding rapidly across the screen, as if playing a silent melody.

"They dare to stop me?" Orlando snorted coldly, his tone filled with unquestionable majesty. He sat there, like a silent volcano, ready to erupt with astonishing energy at any moment.

Admiral Mike did not immediately carry out Orlando's order, but turned his head and looked at Rosie, asking for her opinion. After all, Rosie was the "core" of this operation and the key to their trip.

Luo Xi smiled slightly, a hint of interest flashing in her clear eyes. She wanted to see how His Majesty the Sea King would handle the current situation.

"Tell them that Orlando is here." Rosie said softly, her tone calm but with an unquestionable confidence.

"Yes." Admiral Mike responded and immediately sent Orlando's identity information to the other party.

A moment later, the emotionless mechanical voice of the starship intelligence sounded again: "The other party is requesting communication."

"Connected." Admiral Mike said, his voice steady, like a reef in the deep sea, giving people a sense of reliability.

A young officer in a blue uniform appeared on the screen. His face, which had been relatively calm, turned pale the moment he saw Orlando.

"Your Majesty?" The young officer's voice trembled noticeably, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He dropped to his knees with a plop and gave a standard military salute. "Greetings, Your Majesty! I didn't realize it was Your Majesty who had come. I apologize for any offense. Please forgive me!"

He lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, as if waiting for the judgment of fate.

Orlando looked at him coldly: "Which fleet are you from?"

"Your Majesty, we are a fleet directly under the Presbyterian Church." The young officer lowered his head, not daring to look Orlando in the eye.

"The Presbyterian Church?" Orlando sneered. "Their hands are quite long."

The young officer was sweating profusely and didn't dare to breathe.

"Go back and tell those old guys not to stretch their hands too far, or they might break." Orlando's voice was cold, with an undisguised warning.

"Yes, I will convey your Majesty's words to the elders verbatim." The young officer lowered his body even lower, almost touching the ground, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

"Let them go." Admiral Mike gave the order.

As if receiving some silent command, the five patrol starships separated in unison, clearing a wide passage. Their hulls vibrated slightly, as if paying silent respect to Rosie and her crew's starship.

The starship set sail again and accelerated to leave the sea area.

The young officer waited until the starship's tail flames disappeared from his sight before he slowly stood up. He carefully looked around to make sure there were no suspicious eyes, then quickly walked into a sealed communications room.

He closed the door with a "click" and quickly activated the multiple encryption devices. Every move he made was cautious.

A blurry face appeared on the screen, only the vague outline of a young man could be discerned. The voice had also been specially processed, becoming deep and hoarse, its original timbre completely unrecognizable.

"Sir," the young officer lowered his voice, his tone respectful yet tinged with urgency, "His Majesty Orlando and the Holy Lady have entered Atlantis' territorial waters. Please give us your instructions."

A playful male voice was heard from the other side of the light screen.

"Oh? They're pretty quick. Earlier than I thought..."