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

The six sacred objects suddenly accelerated their rotation, their light interweaving into a web that encircled Luo Xi and the Qilin Heart. Her black hair fluttered in the energy field, and tears still gleamed in her eyes, but her gaze was already burning with a determination that brooked no challenge.

“Tim.”

When Luo Xi pronounced the name, her voice had lost its former softness, replaced by an ancient majesty that did not belong to her, as if the vicissitudes of thousands of years had condensed in her throat.

"You want the relics?" She raised her chin, her obsidian eyes looking directly into those evil eyes. "They're right here."

The seven relics simultaneously erupted with dazzling light, like ancient beings awakened, merging into a rainbow of colors that swirled around Rosie. The light sank into her body like flowing water, each ray carrying a soul-tearing pain yet also a strange sense of satisfaction, as if long-lost fragments had finally returned to their proper places.

Tim took an uncontrollable step back, and for the first time, true fear appeared in his eyes. He had once devoured the evil power of the Beast Temple, but now he trembled before this pure energy.

"Impossible... How could the Seven Sacred Objects... I am the new Beast God... I am their master!"

Rosie felt her feet leave the ground, floating in mid-air, a rainbow-colored halo surrounding her. Her internal organs seemed to be reshaped, her bones trembling, her blood boiling. The most obvious change was her eyes—no longer pure black, but as deep as the starry sky, shimmering with a rainbow of light, as if she could see through the boundaries of time and space.

She stared at Tim, seeing the man who had once instilled fear in countless lives, now in a state of disarray. She pictured the terror of High Priest Smodor's death, the blood splattered on the floor of the Beast Temple, and Enzo lying quietly on the ground—the man who had willingly sacrificed himself to atone for his sins.

"For Enzo."

Luo Qian raised her hand, and her voice was filled with a strange resonance, as if thousands of voices were speaking simultaneously with hers. The power of the holy object gathered in her palm, forming a dazzling ball of colorful energy.

A colorful beam of light shot out from her palm and pierced directly through Tim's chest. At that moment, the world seemed to stop and even the air solidified.

Tim lowered his head, staring at the hole in his chest in disbelief. The dark purple energy frantically repaired the wound, but it was swallowed up inch by inch by the seven-colored light, as if darkness could never defeat light.

"No...I am..."

His voice was weak, and his words were fragmented, like grains of sand crushed by fate.

"The Beast God disdains your blasphemy." Luo Qian stated calmly, each word like a verdict. "You touched a power you shouldn't have touched. This is the price you paid."

Tim's body began to disintegrate, and the black and purple energy tried to escape from his body like a panicked prisoner, but was purified one by one by the seven-colored light and turned into pure energy returning to heaven and earth.

"No..." The last sigh dissipated into the air, and the once powerful existence turned into nothingness.

Rosie slowly landed on the ground, the rainbow light receding, but the brilliance in her eyes remained. She turned to Kyle, who lay on the ground, then looked at her other injured companions. Tears welled up again, no longer tears of despair, but tears of light, a fusion of hope and sorrow.

She walked over to Kyle and knelt, gently placing her palm over the hideous wound on his chest. A rainbow of light, like a gentle spring rain, soaked the wound, healing it visibly.

Kyle's chest wound slowly healed under the rainbow light, and Rosie could feel his vitality gradually returning. Her vision, altered by the fusion of the seven sacred artifacts, allowed her to clearly see the energy flowing through Kyle's body, sense the cracks in his bones, and even influence the direction of that energy.

"Sissi..."

Kyle weakly opened his eyes, his obsidian pupils meeting hers, his pupils constricted in shock.

"You..." There was unprecedented surprise in his voice, and the God of War was also shocked by the changes before his eyes.

A teardrop fell from the corner of Rosie's eye, gently hitting Kyle's recently healed scar and sliding down his skin. That tear seemed to contain endless sorrow.

"Enzo is dead."

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Those three words flowed lightly, yet they weighed like a thousand pounds. The man who had silently accompanied her in her search for the seven sacred relics, the man who bore sins that did not belong to him, vanished into the light, leaving only a burning Qilin heart.

Kyle forced himself to sit up and pulled her into his arms. His embrace was painful, yet strong as a wall of iron. Rosie leaned on his shoulder, tears silently falling, making a soft dripping sound on her armor.

"He chose his own path." Kyle's voice was hoarse, full of fatigue from escaping death.

Luo Xi shook her head, her throat tightening. "He atoned for Jiusi's sins, but he shouldn't have to bear these."

There are always so many things in this world that are beyond our control. She clenched her fists, the power of the Seven Sacred Relics coursing through her body, powerful enough to destroy galaxies, yet unable to bring back a single, dissipated life. Enzo had done nothing wrong, yet he bore the guilt of Jiusi. The last time those amber eyes looked at her, they were filled with relief and peace, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Xixi." Fan Xiao squatted down and wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips. "We are still here."

Ling Yuan's red eyes flickered: "Enzo's choice made Tim disappear completely. He saved everyone."

Luo Qian nodded and looked up at the blue sky. After the black-purple energy was purified, the sky returned to its former clarity. A gust of wind blew by, carrying away the smoke and blood from the battlefield.

"Let's take him home." She stood up, her voice firm and clear, "Give him a place to rest. Let him know that no matter what Jiusi did, we remember Enzo's kindness."

Kyle held her shoulders and looked out at the empty space where Enzo had vanished, leaving only a small piece of fabric, the last remnant of his clothing.

"Let's go home." Kyle said in a low voice, and the icy look in his eyes rarely relaxed a little.

Rosie took a breath, straightened her back, and tears welled up in her eyes. She had become the Master of the Seven Sacred Relics, power coursing through her blood, responsibility weighing heavily on her shoulders.

A rainbow of light lingered in her palm, flowing toward the hideous wound on Kyle's chest. The marks left by the dark purple energy gradually faded, and new flesh grew and merged. His tense face relaxed slightly, but remained pale.

"Don't waste your energy," Kyle grabbed her wrist, "I'm fine."

"Shut up." Rosie pushed his hand away and continued healing.

Old wounds piled on top of new ones, leaving Kyle's injuries far more severe than they appeared. As the power of the Seven Sacred Relics flowed through her, Rosie felt an unprecedented sense of control, yet it also consumed her immensely. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, yet she dared not stop.

After she finished stabilizing Kyle's injuries, she turned to Lu Ye.

The young man with peach blossom eyes struggled to sit up, half of his face stained red with blood, but he forced a smile: "Xixi, I'm fine."

Luo Qian held his hand, and a rainbow of light lingered. Lu Ye's injuries healed in the light, and he watched the scene in amazement: "You are amazing."

Xingyu and Lingyuan supported each other, their clothes on their chests soaked with blood.

"Xixi," Ling Yuan's red eyes were filled with worry, "Don't force yourself."

"I am fine."

Only after she had healed everyone one by one did Rosie breathe a sigh of relief. The power of the seven sacred objects within her body was still surging, but it had stabilized and merged with her flesh and blood.

Seven days later, in Taoyuan Star Mountain.

Luo Qian knelt on one knee before the simple stone tablet, lightly touching the surface with her fingertips. There was no name on the tablet, only a simple Qilin mark engraved on it.

"In the end, you still took on everything for others." Her voice was dry. "I hope you will have no worries in your next life."

As she stood up, her vision blurred slightly. Sunlight pierced through the clouds, a golden glow falling on the stone tablet, then vanished in an instant. Rosie froze, unsure if it was an illusion or some other sign.

Kyle was waiting for her not far away, her figure reflected in his dark pupils. Even though his injuries hadn't fully healed, he still insisted on putting on his black armor.

"Go back." He held out his hand.

Luo Xi held the cold, hard hand. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, bringing with it a faint ripple...

She turned around suddenly. The stone tablet was still quiet, but seemed to have a little more warmth.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked.

"Nothing." Luo Xi smiled, with colorful lights flashing in her eyes, "Maybe it's my illusion."