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

The walls of the maze glowed with a faint blue light, engraved with ancient runes. Light flowed through them like living things. Caesar stood alone in the center of the crisscrossing passages, his face dwarfed by the towering barriers surrounding him.

"Mom? Dad?"

His voice struck the cold wall and was swallowed up by the emptiness, leaving only a faint echo that intensified the silence in the place.

Caesar bit his lower lip hard, trying to stifle the fear. A hint of stubbornness flashed in his dark eyes. He reached out his small hand and hesitantly touched the nearest rune on the wall.

As soon as the fingertips touched, a strange feeling instantly spread throughout the body. It was not pain, but more like a resonance that had been dormant for a long time being awakened.

"Hmm..." He couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

The rune suddenly lit up, far brighter than the surrounding runes. A familiar yet unfamiliar aura slowly emanated from it. It was the power of the dragon race, gently penetrating Caesar's body, gently touching and resonating with the power hidden deep within his bloodline.

The maze begins to move.

The walls shifted silently, and the passageway curved, closed, and reopened before his eyes. This wasn't a random change; each reorganization was a silent test, testing his perception and understanding of his own bloodline's power.

"Don't be afraid." Caesar clenched his fists and said to himself.

He closed his eyes, no longer relying on his vision, instead concentrating on sensing the warm current within him that was beginning to awaken. The rush of blood seemed to have a direction, no longer a chaotic collision. When he opened his eyes again, a thin vertical line quietly appeared in the center of his black pupils, like the pupils of a real dragon.

The structure of the maze looked different in his eyes. It was no longer cold stone. He could vaguely sense the flow of energy.

left.

An extremely clear thought appeared directly in my mind. It was not the result of thinking, but an instinctive guidance.

Caesar no longer hesitated, immediately turning around and taking long, short steps, running along the left passageway that emanated a stronger sense of energy. His steps were no longer hurried, each one more steady and resolute.

As he turned a corner, a peculiar rune on the wall ahead caught his attention. It was a stark contrast to the surrounding runes, which glowed with a faint blue light. It was a dark red, like dried, congealed blood, and exuded an ominous aura.

"what is this?"

Intense curiosity overwhelmed his inexplicable vigilance, and he involuntarily reached out his hand, wanting to explore. Just as his fingertips touched the dark red, before he could even feel its warmth, the scene before him suddenly shattered, twisted, and reassembled.

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No longer a dark blue maze.

Before him was a sky stained crimson with blood and fire. The earth was cracking, lava flowing everywhere. Countless enormous, ferocious shadows swarmed from the vast cracks in the sky, emitting piercing screams. And across from them, soaring above the sea of ​​fire were giant dragons! Countless dragons, their scales gleaming with different lusters, roared and breathed dragon breath, engaging the shadows in a frenzied battle.

The dragon's roar shook the earth, and every collision made the space tremble.

An exceptionally massive black dragon swooped down from the clouds like a bolt of black lightning. It opened its mouth and unleashed a devastating breath, instantly clearing a vast expanse of shadows. But more shadows, fearlessly swooping down, piled up like ants gnawing at a giant elephant. The shadows seemed endless, gradually overwhelming the dragons.

The massive black dragon roared deafeningly, its voice filled with resentment, fury, and... a heartbreaking despair and determination. It seemed to gaze in a certain direction, then resolutely charged towards the densest mass of shadows...

The scene stopped abruptly.

……

"what!"

Caesar abruptly withdrew his hand and stumbled back a few steps, his small chest heaving violently with his rapid breathing. He gasped for air, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. The image that had just flooded his mind was too real, too tragic. The dragon's wail and roar seemed to still echo in his ears, and the all-consuming flames and biting cold seemed to still linger on his skin.

It was definitely not an illusion, he was sure of it.

"Did the dragons...really fight here?" he murmured, spreading his small hands and staring blankly. It was no longer pure curiosity; a heavy weight weighed on his heart. The blood in his body was no longer just warm; it began to stir, to surge, as if awakened by some ancient power, emitting a low, persistent resonance that urged him on, called to him.

The path of the maze took on a different meaning in his eyes. No longer a series of cold stone walls and confusing forks, he seemed to sense the energy flowing deep within the walls, to hear guidance from deep within his blood. To the left, that direction held a strong pull.

Caesar no longer hesitated, his short legs darting out, running down the left-hand passage shimmering with a faint blue light. His footsteps echoed in the empty maze, but he no longer felt fear. The feeling of a blood connection grew stronger and stronger, as if countless pairs of eyes from ancient times were watching him, guiding him.

The end of the passage suddenly opened up. A massive circular altar stood quietly in the center of the maze. The dark stone floor was engraved with intricate, ancient dragon runes. The lines were vigorous and powerful, exuding a savage and majestic aura. In the center of the altar was a massive dragon, its wings spread wide, obscuring the sky and the sun, as if to embrace the entire altar.

"Right here..." Caesar paused, looking up at the altar before him. He instinctively knew, needing no explanation, that this was the core of the maze, the destination of his bloodline's guidance, and the place of trial he must face.

The altar called to him. Not through sound, but from a deeper resonance, a resonance of soul and blood. He stepped forward, stepping onto the cool stone of the altar. His small body, standing at the center of the enormous dragon pattern, seemed incredibly small, yet strangely fitting. He felt as if he had returned to some distant origin.

"I'm here," Caesar said softly, his voice trembling slightly. "And now?"

As if in response, the dormant runes on the altar suddenly lit up. A faint blue light flowed like a living thing, starting from the edge of the altar and spreading inward in circles, accelerating faster and faster, finally converging on the dragon pattern at his feet.

Instantly, an unimaginable amount of energy gushed out from the depths of the altar, rushing relentlessly and brutally into Caesar's tiny body! The energy, as violent as a flood bursting through a dam, instantly filled every corner of his body, violently washing over his still tender meridians and bones, forcibly awakening the ancient black dragon power dormant in the deepest reaches of his bloodline.

"Ahhhh——!"

An uncontrollable scream ripped through his throat. The excruciating pain, like thousands of red-hot needles piercing his bone marrow, rippled through every nerve in his body. Caesar sank to his knees, his small body curled up and trembled uncontrollably. He felt something inside him being forcibly torn apart, his bones cracking under the weight, then reforming in a completely unfamiliar way.

Beneath his skin, something hard began to break through. He looked down, horrified to see dense black scales forming on his arms, cold and hard, quickly covering his once tender skin. His hands twisted and deformed uncontrollably, his nails growing wildly, sharp as knives, easily tearing through flesh. Even more terrifying was the ripping pain in his back, his shoulder blades, as if something was forcibly trying to break through his flesh—a pair of pitch-black dragon wings suddenly spread out, dripping with blood.

"It hurts... Mommy... Daddy..."

The excruciating pain threatened to consume his consciousness. Countless chaotic and unfamiliar images flashed before his eyes, one after another, forcing their way into his mind. It was a burning sky, a shattered earth, countless gigantic dragons clashing, their breath intertwined with the shadows, and earth-shattering roars and desperate wails filled his eardrums. He saw the glory and honor of the dragon race, but also the mountains of corpses and the irreversible fall. Finally, the image froze on a pair of eyes filled with resentment and betrayal.

betray!

The cold thought pierced into his mind like a sharp thorn.

"The traitor... must be... eliminated..."

An ancient, hoarse voice, laced with endless murderous intent, boomed from the depths of his consciousness. It didn't belong to him; it was unfamiliar and filled with violence, carrying a sense of decaying time, yet it stubbornly sought to usurp control of his thoughts and body. Like a cold, venomous snake, it coiled around his tender soul.

"No… I'm not…" Caesar cried out in his heart, his voice as thin as a mosquito's. He struggled desperately, trying to banish that terrifying voice, trying to hold onto the small corner of his consciousness that belonged to him. He was Caesar, the child in his mother's warm embrace, the support of his father, though strict, yet secretly protective. He was not a traitor; he didn't even understand the weight of the word, let alone the desire to eliminate anyone.

But the bloodline power that had been forcibly awakened within him was too powerful, too wild. Like a flood bursting through a dam, or stars out of control, it raced through his small frame, beyond the control of his feeble will. His meridians felt like they were being repeatedly seared by red-hot molten iron, his bones cracking under the weight, then twisting and reshaping in excruciating pain. Fine, metallic black scales pierced his skin, spreading rapidly, covering his warm flesh with a chilling sensation.

The darkness brought by the ancient will surged in like a thick, icy tide, seeping through every pore, gradually eroding his stubborn resistance, freezing his thoughts, and drowning his consciousness. He felt like he was being dragged into a bottomless abyss, surrounded by biting cold and boundless despair.

"Mom... Dad..." His last remaining thought was the most instinctive call to his parents. His voice was filled with the helplessness and fear of an abandoned child, and his tears evaporated before they even had time to fall.

In the next instant, all struggles fell silent. When he raised his head again, his eyes, once pure as obsidian, had been completely dyed a violent, bloodthirsty crimson. His pupils were icy cold, devoid of any Caesar emotion, only pure, ancient murderous intent and brutality.

"Roar--!"

A deafening dragon roar, filled with endless anger, resentment, and bloodlust, suddenly erupted from the center of the altar...