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

"Kill her! Kill this otherworldly witch!"

"It's all her fault! She's the one who brought this disaster!"

"Burn her to death! Use her blood to appease the wrath of the gods!"

The people of the Lu tribe brandished their crude weapons, clamoring and roaring like a group of enraged wild beasts, wishing they could eat the alien girl alive.

The Water Tribe members silently gathered around the girl, forming a solid human wall to separate her from the angry Land Tribe members. They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes determined, and showed no sign of retreat.

"She is innocent!"

"She brought fire and taught us how to survive!"

"If you want to kill her, you have to step over our dead bodies first!"

A young man in a white robe stood at the front. His long silver hair, like the finest silk, accentuated his snow-white skin. His legs were straight and slender. His face was cold, his eyes revealing a sense of otherworldliness. He looked at the otherworldly girl with a complex expression. He knew she was innocent, but he could do nothing to prevent this disaster.

"Get out of the way!" The Lu tribe's leader, a burly man, brandished a stone axe and roared, "She's a disaster! She must die!"

"No!" The white-robed man's voice was cold, but with unquestionable firmness.

"Then don't blame us for being rude!" A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the leader of the Land Clan. He raised his stone axe and rushed towards the Water Clan people.

"kill--"

The two tribes immediately engaged in a fierce battle, with roars, screams, and the sound of weapons clashing intertwined into one, resounding throughout the world.

The otherworldly girl was protected by the water tribe. She looked at the tragic scene before her, her eyes filled with pain and despair. She didn't understand why it had happened. She had clearly come to help them, so why had it turned out like this?

A dazzling beam of light streaked across the sky, striking the white-robed priest in the chest. He groaned, his body swaying slightly, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, yet he didn't retreat a single step.

"Do not--"

The girl from another world let out a heart-wrenching cry. She wanted to rush forward, but the man in white robe pushed her back with his last bit of strength.

"Quick...go..."

The voice of the man in white robe was weak and intermittent. He looked at the girl, his eyes full of reluctance and attachment.

"No! I don't want to leave! I don't want you to die!"

The girl burst into tears as she struggled desperately, trying to get back to the man in the white robe. Her fair wrist was tightly grasped by the man beside her, and she struggled until it turned red, but she still couldn't break free.

"Go...survive..."

The man in the white robe used up his last bit of strength to push the girl away. He looked at her retreating figure and slowly closed his eyes, a faint smile still on the corner of his lips.

"boom--"

The body of the man in white robe turned into starlight in the light and dissipated between heaven and earth, as if he had never existed.

Luo Xi felt a sharp pain, radiating from her fingertips and spreading throughout her body. She abruptly pulled her hand back, stumbling back a few steps and nearly falling. The back of her fair hand was red, as if it had been burned by fire.

"Hiss—" Luo Xi took a breath and looked down at her hands, her eyes full of shock and confusion.

It turned out that without her knowing it, her hand had touched the stone wall.

What’s even more terrifying is that Kyle, who had been protecting him, didn’t even notice it.

"Xixi!" Kyle was quick to support Rosie.

Luo Xi's face was pale, a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from her forehead, and she was breathing heavily, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare.

"What's going on?" Kyle's voice was low and worried.

Rosie shook her head. She looked at the silver-haired priest who had disappeared from the mural, feeling confused.

At that moment, she seemed to... become that girl from another world, and witnessed the death of the silver-haired priest with her own eyes.

And now she couldn't even remember what the silver-haired priest looked like.

She couldn't even remember what she had just experienced.

Only the heart-wrenching pain and the deep-rooted hatred almost suffocated her.

"That person..." Rosie muttered to herself, "Who is it?"

She didn't understand why she felt this way. She was clearly just a bystander.

Lu Ye looked at Luo Xi's pale face and felt his heart tighten. He didn't care about anything else and quickly ran to Luo Xi's side and asked with concern: "Xixi, are you okay? Is there something wrong with this mural?"

The once dark blue cavern was instantly filled with a dense black energy. It was like a deep-sea monster suddenly opening its maw, ready to devour everything. It was like an endless black hole, swallowing up light and hope, leaving behind only suffocating despair.

Kyle looked at Duoya calmly, his amber eyes deep and unfathomable. There was no warmth in those eyes, only a bone-chilling coldness that made one's soul tremble.

"Today, if you don't give me an explanation, I will raze this forbidden land of yours." Kyle's voice was low, each word like an icy knife, piercing Duoya with unquestionable determination. The voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying the breath of death.

"Kyle." Rosie called softly. She could feel Kyle's suppressed anger, which was burning for her.

Admiral Mike said nothing, his golden hair dancing silently in the interweaving shadows of black and blue. He slowly drew the long sword from his waist.

"Zheng——" The crisp sound of the knife broke the silence in the cave and also foreshadowed the coming of a storm.

"Wait a minute," Poseidon Orlando suddenly spoke, breaking the deadlock. He stepped forward, his gaze flickering between Kyle and Duoya. "The purpose of our trip is to obtain the Heart of Poseidon, isn't it? If some misunderstanding ruins our plans, wouldn't that be a loss?"

Orlando turned to Rosie and said in a softer tone, "Your Excellency, what do you think?"

Rosie looked at Kyle, his rage nearly consuming him. She knew Kyle was doing this for her own good, but it wasn't wise for him to directly antagonize the Abyss Clan. After all, they knew nothing about the Abyss Royal City, and acting rashly would only put them in a passive position.

She took a deep breath, walked over to Kyle, and gently held his hand. Kyle's body stiffened, then relaxed.

"Kyle, calm down," Rosie said softly. "Let's listen to what Princess Duoya has to say first, okay? Getting the Heart of the Sea God is the most important thing."

Kyle lowered his eyes and looked at Rosie. The coldness in his amber eyes gradually melted away, replaced by endless tenderness. He squeezed Rosie's hand and nodded.

Luo Xi turned to look at Duoya. Her eyes, once calm, now resembled a whirlpool hidden in the deep sea, seemingly calm but surging with undercurrents. Her lips curled slightly, and her voice, low but with an undeniable sense of pressure, "Princess Duoya, we have come from afar, carrying sincerity. I hope you can show the same sincerity, rather than the pretentiousness you are showing now."

She tilted her head slightly to look at Mingying, her eyes signaling. Mingying understood, and from somewhere he pulled out a black stone, handing it to Duoya. The stone was pitch black, without a shimmer, like an ordinary piece of coke, but Luo Qian could sense a powerful energy surge within it.

Duoya held the stone in her palm and tossed it gently. The stone floated in mid-air and began to spin slowly. As the stone spun, the surrounding water began to stir, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

"Please wait patiently for the great tide of March," Duoya's voice seemed a little erratic amidst the ripples of the sea. "Then everything will be answered."

Luo Xi stared at her sharply: "Then we'll wait and see."

In the shadows, Xingyun slowly turned and faced Princess Duoya. His eyes were covered by a black veil, his expression unclear. Only his tightly pursed lips, outlined by the faint blue light, created a barely perceptible curve.