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

Chapter 227. The City of Skywing
Su Yaoyao nodded slightly, exchanged reassuring glances with Augustine and Lucia, and was the first to board the ship. The beastmen followed closely behind.

The ship's interior was luxurious and comfortable, without any sense of confinement. As the ship smoothly took off and headed toward the hovering flagship "Wings of the Sky," an interstellar conflict that could have resulted in bloodshed began in an unexpected way, moving towards cooperation.

As Su Yaoyao gazed out the window at the massive flagship drawing ever closer, she knew the real challenge was only just beginning. But she had her lover by her side, her faith in her heart, and ahead lay a race waiting to be saved, and a fragile yet precious alliance that had just been forged.

The starship sets sail, carrying hope and the unknown, towards the distant Winged Race star system.

The starship traversed the hyperspace passage smoothly, and the stars outside the window were stretched into countless shimmering threads.

Inside the ship, the atmosphere was unlike that of a typical interstellar journey. Augustine and White Leon stood guard on either side of Su Yaoyao, their eyes warily scanning the elegant yet unfamiliar winged environment. The other beastmen were also scattered around, seemingly relaxed, but their muscles were tense, ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any moment.

The fact that Lan Yi Garuda was not in the same cabin as them actually made the beastmen breathe a sigh of relief, but they did not lower their guard.

After a relatively short voyage (the Winged Race's warp technology was clearly far superior to the Empire's current level), the ship began to decelerate and exited hyperspace.

"We are about to arrive at the Skywing City Airport. Please prepare yourselves, distinguished guests." A soft yet cold electronic announcement rang out inside the ship.

Everyone immediately gathered around the viewing window.

A huge, strangely grayish-blue planet appeared ahead.

The planet's surface seemed to be shrouded in a thin, unhealthy mist of energy. And suspended in the planet's synchronous orbit was an incredibly vast and breathtaking megacity—the City of Skywing.

This city is not built on the surface of a planet, but is made up of countless huge, obsidian-like platforms and spires connected by shimmering energy bridges. The overall shape is like a pair of magnificent metal wings embracing the planet.

Aircraft can be seen shuttling back and forth in the city, and energy flows like blood vessels between the buildings, exuding a sense of advanced technology and majesty.

However, upon closer inspection, some discordant elements become apparent: the light of certain energy streams appears somewhat dim and unstable; the edges of some massive wing-shaped buildings seem to have minor damage that has not been repaired in time; and even the entire city exudes an indescribable sense of... weariness and decay, just like Lan Yi Garuda himself, still glorious, yet unable to conceal his inner depletion.

“This is the main star and royal court of the Winged Race…” Lucia sighed softly, her eyes filled with both awe at the magnificent creation and a keen sense of the invisible aura of decay.

"It looks glamorous on the outside, but it's probably riddled with holes inside." The Serpent's eyes flashed with analytical light.

Augustine gripped Su Yaoyao's hand tightly and said in a deep voice, "No matter what, stay vigilant."

The starship slowly entered the airport gate and came to a smooth stop. The hatch opened, revealing a corridor shimmering with soft white light. Lan Yi Garuda was already waiting at the end of the corridor. Behind him stood two rows of winged honor guards, soldiers dressed in silver-black uniforms, their posture upright, their wings folded. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that the luster of the wings of some soldiers was uneven, and some feathers were even slightly curled, giving them a sickly appearance.

"Welcome to Skywing City, an ally of the Empire." Lan Yi Garuda's voice came through the loudspeaker, still carrying the inherent coldness of the Wing King, but his etiquette was impeccable.

Su Yaoyao took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, and took the first step. Augustine and the others followed closely behind, each step steady and powerful.

Stepping onto the Winged Clan's land (or rather, the metal platform), a strange energy fluctuation emanated from her, causing the Holy Female Power within Su Yaoyao's body to resonate slightly. It was a feeling of lamentation, sensing a call from the same source yet being bound by heavy shackles.

Lan Yi's gaze lingered on Su Yaoyao for a moment, seemingly sensing the subtle resonance. A barely perceptible flicker crossed his silver eyes before he regained his composure: "Gentlemen, you have come from afar. Please follow me to the Reception Palace for a short rest. Afterwards, I will..."

“Wing King,” Su Yaoyao interrupted him gently but firmly, “There’s no need to rush to rest. I want to go see them first.”

Lan Yi Garuda was taken aback: "Them?"

“Those Winged Clan people who need help.” Su Yaoyao’s gaze swept over the honor guard members and landed on the seemingly glorious yet undeniably decaying backdrop of the city in the distance. “Especially… those newly hatched eaglets, and the warriors in the worst condition. I want to see it with my own eyes and feel it firsthand.”

She didn't want to get bogged down in endless diplomatic formalities and tests from the start. Her purpose in coming here had never changed.

Lan Yi looked deeply into her eyes, as if trying to find any trace of hypocrisy or pretense, but he only saw pure compassion and a firm sense of responsibility. He was silent for a moment, then nodded: "...Alright. In that case, please follow me."

Instead of leading them to the magnificent palace, he turned and headed towards a passageway leading into the depths of the city. This passageway appeared increasingly deserted, with occasional exposed energy pipes flickering with unstable sparks.

Finally, they arrived at a heavily guarded, somber-sounding complex of silver-white buildings. The symbol on the buildings was a genetic chain pattern encircling wings—the Winged Clan Gene Temple, the place where Lan Yi Garuda had previously shown them, where the most severely affected members of their clan had been treated.

The air here seemed heavy, filled with a faint, metallic, herbal smell of disinfectant, yet beneath it all, there was a subtle sense of decay and decay.

Lan Yi Garuda's identity verification passed through multiple gates, leading them inside.

The scene before them was a shock even to Su Yaoyao and the beastmen, who were mentally prepared.

Within the vast space, countless transparent life support pods were arranged. Inside each pod lay a sleeping winged being. Most were emaciated, their wings withered and fallen, some even suffering horrific mutations, their skin covered in unhealthy keratin or pustules, their life force as faint as a candle flickering in the wind. The data fluctuating on the monitoring instruments mostly fell within the dangerous red-line zone.

Deeper still was the incubation area. Countless eggshells were covered with ominous cracks, their energy readings were extremely low, and many eggs showed no signs of life whatsoever. Only a few scattered incubation chambers contained extremely weak eaglets huddled together, too weak even to utter a mournful cry.