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

Chapter 222. The Current Situation of the Winged Clan

The wedding ceremony was finally completed in a subtle and tense atmosphere.

Although Augustine and Lucia placed a ring symbolizing their vows on Su Yaoyao's finger and the three embraced tightly, their pure joy was overshadowed by a shadow.

The guests' blessings remained warm, but inevitably tinged with a hint of caution and curiosity, their gazes involuntarily drifting towards that incongruous figure in the corner of the hall, radiating a cold aura.

Lan Yi Garuda seemed to exist in its own right, shutting out all the noise and warmth.

He leaned against the cold stone pillar, his arms crossed, his sharp silver eyes like the most precise trackers, always locked on Su Yaoyao.

His existence was like a Damocles' sword hanging overhead, silently reminding everyone what kind of storm was lurking beneath this fleeting happiness.

The upcoming wedding banquet, for the core group of people, was more like a social engagement requiring intense focus.

Augustine strives to maintain the dignity and etiquette of His Majesty, navigating among ministers and nobles and receiving blessings, but whenever his gaze meets Garuda's, an undisguised warning and hostility flashes in his wine-red pupils.

His broad back always seemed to intentionally or unintentionally shield Su Yaoyao and Lan Yi Garuda, forming a protective stance.

Lucia was even more silent, staying close to Su Yaoyao, his gentle smile masking a highly tense nerve.

He could sense the oppressive aura emanating from Lan Yi, the aura of a top predator and an advanced interstellar civilization. This made him extremely uneasy, yet he was also exceptionally determined because of his vow to protect Su Yaoyao.

Su Yaoyao herself displayed astonishing composure and resilience. She continued to smile, responding to the blessings of each guest with elegant and poised manners, as if the dramatic incident that had just occurred had never happened.

Only her closest confidants could see that her fingers tightened slightly as she held the wine glass, and a hint of seriousness and contemplation lingered deep in her eyes.

Occasionally, she would glance in Lan Yi's direction, her gaze neither fearful nor curious, but rather a calm scrutiny. She was observing, assessing this Wing King who claimed to be "taking" her away to save a race.

Bai Leon quietly approached Augustine and whispered a reminder: "Your Majesty, we need to hold an emergency meeting immediately after the banquet. The matter of the Winged Clan is of great importance and must be handled with utmost care."

His gaze swept over Lan Yi Garuda, and he said in a deep voice, "His technological level and individual strength far exceed our understanding. A head-on confrontation is definitely not the best strategy."

Pani walked over to Su Yaoyao and handed her a delicate pastry: "Yaoyao, have something to eat. You haven't eaten much today." But his smile was a little forced, and his eyes were full of worry.

An agitated Rig paced near Su Yaoyao, occasionally baring his teeth in the direction of Lan Yi Garuda, but was restrained by Mingye.

Noah snorted in dissatisfaction. What a joke! He had finally married his sister and was dreaming of a future where they would be inseparable, and now this uninvited guest had barged in.

Noah clung tightly to Su Yaoyao's arm and whispered, "Sister, that person is so scary... You're not really going to go with him, are you?"

Su Yaoyao gently patted Noah's hand, offering no definite answer, only whispering, "Don't be afraid, we'll face it together." The banquet finally ended in a state of outward liveliness masking underlying turmoil. Guests departed one after another, each one unable to resist taking one last look at the Winged King in the corner, their hearts filled with various speculations and anxieties.

The atmosphere changed dramatically the moment the last guest left and the auditorium doors slowly closed.

All pretense and politeness vanished instantly.

Rig turned around abruptly, his beast ears standing up completely, his fangs gleaming white in the eerie light, facing Lan Yi Garuda, his aura fully unleashed, his voice deep and cold: "Now, Your Majesty Wing King, we can have a 'proper' talk."

Augustine, White Leon, and all the other beastmen instantly stood beside Rig or in front of Su Yaoyao, forming a solid barrier, their gazes all fixed on Lan Yi Garuda.

Lan Yi finally moved. He left the stone pillar he was leaning against and walked towards them step by step. His steps were steady and silent, carrying an innate sense of superiority and oppression.

He stopped a few steps away from them, his silver pupils first sweeping over the beastmen with a hint of barely perceptible contempt, before finally settling on Su Yaoyao.

"Talk?" Lan Yi's voice was devoid of warmth. "What do you want to talk about? How to stall for time? Or how to refuse? My condition is simple: she comes with me in ten days."

"It can't be that simple!" Rig growled. "We can't even be sure if what you're saying is true! Your people are on the verge of extinction? Produce the evidence! Otherwise, why should we believe you?"

Lan Yi seemed to have anticipated this question. He raised his wrist, and a delicate instrument projected a light screen.

In the screen:
Inside the enormous, futuristic incubation chamber, countless eggshells were covered in cracks, yet they exuded no sign of life, and the energy index displayed next to them was pitifully low.

Some adult Winged People had wings that were no longer bright and shiny, but instead had a grayish color, and some feathers were even falling out, revealing the atrophied muscle tissue underneath. They lay painfully in special medical pods.

A thumbnail of what should have been a dazzling planet (the Winged Race's home planet), with surrounding data showing that its life energy field is steadily and continuously declining.

There is also a short audio clip, which is the faint and painful cries of countless fledglings, making one's heart tighten.

"This is a real-time data link between our Royal Court Medical Sanctuary and the Gene Monitoring Center; it cannot be faked." For the first time, Lan Yi's voice carried a hint of undisguised pain and exhaustion.

"The collapse of the genetic chain is slow and complete. Our technology allows us to traverse the stars, but it cannot reverse the decay deep within our bloodline. Prophecy is our only beacon."

He looked at Su Yaoyao with burning eyes:

"And she, Su Yaoyao, is the only life form with an SSSS-level energy response that I personally searched across countless star systems using the 'Starlight Compass,' a sacred artifact inherited by the Winged Clan! Her life magnetic field is pure and powerful, containing infinite vitality and evolutionary guiding force! She is the key!"

The evidence was laid bare before them; the gruesome images and cold, hard data delivered a tremendous shock. The beastmen fell silent; even the most hot-tempered Rig couldn't immediately utter a word of doubt. The oppressive weight of despair that had gripped their entire race was suffocating.