The soft little female makes the beast husbands lose control and fall

Chapter 219. Wing King: Lan Yi Garuda
The laughter and happiness in the hall seemed to solidify into a tangible reality, as sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting the colors of blessings upon the embracing newlyweds.

However, this peaceful scene was suddenly shattered by a sharp, piercing cry!

Phew——!
A sharp bird cry, sharp enough to pierce the clouds and shake the soul, came from the sky, like an icicle puncturing the warm foam inside the auditorium.

Immediately afterwards, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped the entire auditorium, blocking out the sun, as if it had instantly turned from daylight into dusk.

A sudden gust of wind arose, scattering the carefully arranged silks and swirling up petals from the ground, eliciting gasps from the guests who all looked up at the sky.

A colossal, ice-blue eagle, its wings gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, was circling above the castle! Its wingspan was so vast that it seemed to cover half the garden, and each powerful flap of its wings stirred up a chaotic gust of air.

The sunlight reflected off the smooth, mirror-like feathers, creating a dazzling halo that was impossible to look directly at.

With a swoop, the giant eagle's form blurred as it approached the dome of the auditorium. Amidst a dazzling distortion of light and shadow, a tall and imposing figure landed gracefully at the end of the petal path, blocking the way for Su Yaoyao, Augustine, and Lucia.

The newcomer was dressed in a form-fitting dark blue combat suit with a metallic sheen. The design was simple yet futuristic, with sharp feather ornaments adorning the shoulders and arms.

His face was extremely handsome, yet it possessed an inhuman coldness and sharpness; he had a high nose bridge and thin, tightly pursed lips.

What was most striking were his eyes—silver vertical pupils like ice crystals frozen in the eternal night of the polar regions, yet now burning with an almost obsessive, scorching light, firmly locked onto Su Yaoyao, who was dressed in a wedding gown.

As soon as he landed, an invisible, powerful pressure spread out, carrying the cold aura of an interstellar traveler and the oppressive feeling of a top predator, causing many orcs present to tense up instantly, revealing vigilance or hostility.

Augustine almost immediately shielded Su Yaoyao and Lucia behind him. His originally tender wine-red eyes instantly froze, becoming sharp and defensive, and he exuded the aura of an emperor.

Lucia instinctively tightened her grip on Su Yaoyao's hand, a hint of nervousness flashing in her golden eyes, but more so, anger at being offended.

"Who are you?" Augustine's deep, menacing voice broke the brief silence.

The visitor did not answer immediately; his pupils remained fixed on Su Yaoyao, as if trying to pierce through her soul.

He slightly raised his hand, the movement elegant yet carrying an undeniable strength, with subtle ice crystals seemingly flowing between his fingertips.

After a moment, he spoke, his voice clear and cold, like ice colliding:
“My name is Lan Yi Garuda, from the royal court of the Winged Clan, the wielder of the ‘Wings of the Sky’.”

His gaze swept over the wary Augustine and Lucia, finally returning to Su Yaoyao, his burning eyes filled with an almost desperate longing.

"I came for her." He pointed at Su Yaoyao, his words so direct they sent chills down one's spine. "For the one among you, the only SSSS-level Holy Female detected in the entire interstellar space—Su Yaoyao."

Su Yaoyao was taken aback, her eyes filled with doubt:

"For...me?" These two words were as light as a feather falling to the ground, yet they caused the icy pressure emanating from Lan Yi to fluctuate strangely.

His tightly pressed thin lips seemed to loosen slightly, and the burning light in his silver vertical pupils intensified, as if he had finally received a response, even if it was just a question.

However, this set off alarm bells in the hearts of the beastmen around Su Yaoyao!
Augustine's arm muscles tensed instantly as he pulled Su Yaoyao back to the safest position. His deep voice suppressed a storm: "Yaoyao, don't go over there, and don't respond to him." His eyes were fixed on Garuda, ready to eliminate any threat at any moment.

Lucia stepped forward, standing beside Augustine. "Whatever your reason for coming, she doesn't belong to you. Today is our wedding day. Please leave!"

Mingye moved his position silently, subtly forming an encirclement. His eyes were sinister, and the hint of blessing on his lips had vanished, replaced by a cold and stern expression.

Rig stopped smiling and lowered his body slightly, assuming a defensive posture.

Noah even hugged Su Yaoyao's waist tightly, as if afraid that she would be taken away in an instant, his beautiful face full of tension and hostility.

Bai Leon, Pani, and the others quickly gathered around. All the beastmen instantly reached a tacit understanding, forming a protective circle to firmly protect Su Yaoyao in the center.

They could all sense that this man, who called himself Lan Yi Garuda, was extremely dangerous, and the way he looked at Su Yaoyao, with his determined and almost insane possessiveness, made them tremble and feel repulsed from the depths of their souls.

Lan Yi seemed completely unconcerned about the sudden escalation of hostility and defensive posture before him. His gaze never left Su Yaoyao, as if all the barriers around him did not exist.

He took a step forward, his dark blue combat uniform remaining motionless amidst the chaotic airflow.

“Yes, for you.” His voice remained cold, but beneath that coldness seemed to be surging with magma. “Your energy fluctuations traversed the sea of ​​stars, guiding me here. SSSS-class Holy Mother, your very existence is a gift from the universe, and should not be the private property of the Starry Empire.”

Lan Yi looked at everyone, her voice rising, carrying a cold condemnation and urgency, "She is a miracle of the universe, a treasure capable of influencing the entire evolutionary process of interstellar civilization! Her power represents hope and the future!"

He took another step forward, his hawk-like eyes flashing with a tragic and resolute light:

"And my race, the Winged Race soaring through the stars, is suffering an unprecedented backlash from the genetic chains! Evolution has stagnated, bloodlines are dying, and the entire race faces the crisis of annihilation! Ancient prophecies and all scientific indications point to the fact that only the purifying and guiding power of an SSSS-level Holy Mother can break the shackles!"

"And you hid her here, held this seemingly happy wedding, and tried to bind her to the Starshine Empire with a marriage contract!"

Lan Yi's voice was filled with anger and undeniable dominance, "But this is undoubtedly selfish! It is strangling the last hope of billions of my Winged Clan! It is wasting a treasure bestowed by the universe!"

“Your Highness,” he said, no longer looking at anyone else, his burning golden eyes fixed on her:
“You must come with me. Not for my personal desires, but for the survival of my entire race! Your power is the only, and last, hope for saving my race! This is your destiny, forged the moment your energy level became known throughout the galaxy!”

His appearance signifies that the interstellar struggle for the only SSSS-class Holy Female has finally transformed from an undercurrent into a direct confrontation!