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

The duel between Tim and Kyle ripped the air apart. Energies collided, shattering the surrounding space. Black and purple forces intertwined, two venomous snakes fighting each other in the void.

Rosie supported the injured Fanxiao, her steps stumbling under the weight of the silver-haired man. Her gaze fixed on the unequal battle, her chest gripped tightly by an invisible hand. Blood slowly seeped from Kyle's armor, leaving horrifying marks. The dark purple energy surrounding Tim surged, each blow forcing Kyle back a half-step.

"Kyle..." Rosie's voice was softer than the wind, but her eyes burned. The man who always stood proudly in the storm was now retreating step by step.

"Sissi."

The call was too gentle, incompatible with the apocalyptic atmosphere. Rosie turned around to find Enzo standing there, head bowed. The Qilin tattoo on his chest was fully revealed, its crimson light flowing like magma, outlining a mysterious totem on his pale skin.

The determination in his amber eyes made Rosie's heart tighten. "Enzo? You—"

"I found the Seventh Sacred Relic." Enzo's voice was eerily calm, as if he were discussing a matter of weather rather than a major discovery in the apocalypse. The corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was about to announce some delightful news.

Rosie blinked, unable to believe it: "Where?" There was a shred of hope in her voice.

Enzo raised his hand, his fingertips tapping the burning tattoo on his chest. "Right here. The last relic."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Rosie's pupils constricted, a chill of fear running down her spine. A flashback flashed back to Jiusi's death, a flash of history about to repeat itself. "No... you can't..." She shook her head, her black hair silently protesting.

"Only the seven sacred objects can be combined to kill him." Enzo took a step forward, his eyes unusually calm. "Let me make it up to Jiusi. Let me make it up to you, Sissi."

The name cut like a blunt knife through my heart. "But what does it mean—"

"I will die," Enzo responded bluntly, his tone frighteningly relaxed. "I've lived in guilt all this time. Now, I can finally atone for Jiusi's sins."

Boom! A resounding explosion cracked the bullets, and the ground trembled. Rosie turned her head, and Kyle was sent flying by Tim's palm, slamming into the wall. The black armor cracked, revealing a bloody wound. Blood flowed down, a twisted art.

"Kyle!" Rosie screamed, her throat ripping. The man who had always been so strong was now as fragile as an eagle with a broken wing.

Enzo seized the opportunity and grasped her wrist. His palm was warm and dry, strangely soothing. His eyes were filled with pleading, like a criminal awaiting trial. His voice was low and firm: "Sissi, there's no time. Gather the seven sacred relics and end this." His fingers tightened slightly, gentle but unyielding.

"No! I can't sacrifice you to—" Rosie struggled, tears hanging on her eyelashes, her chest filled with lead. She had lost too much, and each time, her soul shattered a piece.

"Jiusi killed Lain, and Lain died saving you." Enzo smiled bitterly, with mixed emotions - guilt, sadness, relief, and hidden tenderness. "I owe you this, Sissi."

His fingers gently rubbed Luo Xi's wrist, the touch warm and cautious. He looked into the distance, his eyes filled with the determination to return home.

Rosie stared at him, tears welling in her eyes. Her lips trembled, and a thousand words stuck in her throat, unable to utter a single word. Time froze at that moment, and she was trapped in this cruel choice, caught between a rock and a hard place.

On the battlefield, Tim stepped forward on Kyle's blood.

"The Federation's God of War is nothing more than this." He smirked and turned, dark purple energy swirling around him, causing the air to emit a teeth-grinding hiss. A sickly light flickered in his eyes. "Who's next?"

Enzo took Rosie's hand and placed her palm against the burning Qilin tattoo on his chest. The warmth passed through their skin, pulsing powerfully.

"Prepare the other six holy relics, Sissi." His voice was low and gentle, so calm that it didn't seem like he was facing a life-or-death decision, but rather discussing tomorrow's breakfast.

The Qilin tattoo burned beneath Rosie's palm, its temperature astonishing yet unscorching. It felt like holding a tamed fire, warm and vibrant. She felt an ancient, powerful force surge within Enzo—it wasn't a tattoo, it was a living, sacred object, fused with his very being.

"The seven sacred objects were once one, and today they will be reunited." Enzo whispered, his amber eyes gleaming with gold.

Rosie knew she had no choice. Trembling, she pulled out the Eternity Ring, the ring gleaming on her finger. She then drew the Demon Slayer Sword, the runes on its blade illuminating.

Xingyu handed him the Frost Soul Lamp with a gentle movement. The blue flame in the lamp flickered, illuminating his pale face and revealing his worried eyes.

Xuanqi opened the Book of Boundlessness, and the pages rustled automatically without wind.

The Heart of Poseidon and the Mirror of the Void flew out of Rosie's space bag, floating in front of her, emitting a resonant hum.

Six holy relics swirled around her, each emitting a unique light—gold, crimson, dark blue, dark green, deep blue, and silver. They wove brilliant patterns of light, illuminating the devastated battlefield.

Tim noticed this and a look of alarm flashed in his eyes. "What are you doing?" He walked towards Rosie, shaking the ground with every step.

Enzo took a deep breath and took Rosie's hand again, placing it on his heart. The Kirin tattoo shone as brightly as the sun.

"Sissi," he said, his voice as light as a feather, his eyes full of words, "Have you forgiven me?"

The simple question weighed heavily on Rosie, choking her breath as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I forgive you." She nodded, her voice choked but firm.

Enzo smiled, his whole body lighting up. Relief flashed in his eyes, as if a thousand-year burden had been lifted.

"That's enough," he whispered.

He took a step back, forming seals with his hands in a smooth movement. The Qilin tattoo on his chest erupted with dazzling golden light, illuminating his resolute and calm face.

Enzo's eyes, piercing the golden light, gazed at Rosie. Their complex and profound expression contained countless unspoken emotions—guilt, relief, reluctance, and a hint of deeply hidden love. His lips moved slightly, silently uttering his final farewell: "Goodbye, Sissi!"

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the world was left with only the two of them and the brilliant but short-lived light of life that was about to bloom.

The next second, Enzo's form twisted and morphed within the golden light. As if reshaped by invisible hands, his slender human form transformed into the graceful and sacred form of a Qilin. His scales shimmered in the sunlight, a shimmer of amber and gold. Each scale resembled a meticulously crafted work of art, leaving a subtle trail of gold dust in the air.

Luo Xi's eyes widened, the sacred figure of the mythical beast reflected in her black pupils. Her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something but no sound came out, as if her throat was tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

A deafening wail emanated from the Qilin's mouth. The sound pierced the clouds, shattered several rocks around it, and even made the very air tremble. It was the divine beast's wail, a cry of reluctance at the end of its life, and an acceptance of its fate.

Enzo's body began to disintegrate, starting from the tip of his tail, gradually transforming into countless golden points of light, like the brightest swarm of fireflies on a summer night. The Qilin tattoo on his chest slowly detached from his body, hovering in the air, emitting a terrifying power that was warm but not burning, powerful but not aggressive.

"No!" Tim roared, and the dark purple energy rushed towards Enzo like a hungry beast, but was blocked by a golden barrier that suddenly appeared. The barrier was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it was indestructible. Ancient runes shone on it, and each one told an ancient legend.

Enzo turned to Rosie, his amber eyes gleaming with tenderness as he collapsed. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing an almost imperceptible smile. That smile held both relief and a hint of mischief, as if he were simply going on a long-awaited date...

Rosie's heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, the pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe. The air around her became thinner, and the color of the sky seemed to have dimmed as Enzo disappeared.

"Don't do this, Enzo, please." She stretched out her hand, trying to catch the dissipating light points, but could only pass through them in vain. "There must be another way..."

The next moment, Enzo's body completely transformed into a point of light, forming a fleeting star pattern in the air. Then, like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind, it dispersed in all directions. Only the burning Qilin Heart remained, floating quietly in front of Rosie like a tiny sun, emitting a warm glow.

"Enzo!" Rosie cried heartbreakingly, her voice filled with endless grief and reluctance. Tears blurred her vision, turning the world into a blur of colors. But her fingers instinctively grasped the Qilin Heart, feeling its warmth, like Enzo's final embrace, warm and resolute.

The Qilin Heart beat in her palm, and every beat seemed to be telling something.

In the sky, the last ray of golden light slowly dissipated, like the falling of a shooting star, brief and brilliant, but leaving an eternal mark in the darkness...