Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 91: Infernal Firebird

The instant Nae Mandian imagined the young female’s life being snuffed out—and Jasper collapsing alongside her ruin—an almost intoxicating thrill surged through him. The anticipation made his blood sing. Watching another male fall from grace had always delighted him, but this? This was exquisite.

While they spoke casually of her death, as though discussing the weather, Rory calmly slipped her hand into her storage band.

Her fingers closed around a familiar object.

The black crystal Paros had given her.

When Paros had pressed the crystal into her palm, he had given her only one warning—that it contained something terrifyingly powerful. If shattered using mental force, it would release a violent surge of energy equivalent to Rank Eleven. Anything beneath that threshold—therian, Chitinid, beast, or otherwise—would be wiped from existence without exception.

At the time, she had believed she would never need such a thing.

Yet here she stood.

Facing Nae’s twisted violet-black gaze, Rory felt no fear—only pure, unfiltered revulsion. The thing before her wore the shape of a man, but nothing about him felt human anymore. Compared to this creature, Jasper was a thousand times more noble, more restrained, more human in every way that mattered.

"I don’t know whether I’ll die today," Rory said quietly, her voice steady despite the flames, the screams, the collapse of order around her.

Her fingers tightened around the crystal, its surface biting cold against her skin.

"But you?" she continued, eyes unwavering. "You are definitely dying."

She began to channel her mental power, pressure building as she prepared to crush the crystal—

When suddenly, the heavens screamed.

A firebird’s cry ripped through the sky like divine judgment, raw and overwhelming, shaking the world to its core. The air split apart as a colossal fire firebird descended from above, its wings blazing with searing heat that warped the very fabric of space. Flames cascaded from its feathers like molten rain, and the sheer pressure of its presence crushed down upon the battlefield.

One by one, bodies were forced to their knees.

The world bowed as fire incarnate arrived.

Both were Rank 10.

But before Nae could even react, Infernal Firebird swallowed him whole.

There was no scream. No last defiance.

In the span of a single breath, his form was consumed, burned down to nothing but drifting ash.

Gone.

Rory didn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat.

The instant Nae fell, she spun and shouted for Nix, her voice cutting cleanly through the chaos. Grabbing him, she rallied the remaining Alliance members, her command sharp and decisive as they surged forward to meet the remaining Ophidians head-on.

Without their leader, the enemy ranks shattered almost immediately. What discipline they had dissolved into panic and disorder. Their strongest fighter barely reached Rank Eight, with a lone Rank Seven scrambling to support him. The rest were little more than Rank Fives and Sixes—dangerous in number, perhaps, but hopelessly outmatched.

Nix alone was enough.

He tore through the Rank Eight and Rank Seven with brutal, terrifying efficiency, his movements swift and merciless, leaving no space for resistance. Cries of battle were cut short as power overwhelmed power.

Meanwhile, Rory moved with purpose, locking onto her target—the woman who had once stood proudly atop Nae’s head, looking down on others as if they were dust beneath her feet.

Now, she was retreating.

"You can’t kill me!" the woman shrieked, stumbling backward, terror cracking her voice. "I’m a female of the Violet Obsidian Clan! I share blood with Jasper himself! If you touch me, my clan will never spare you!"

Her threats echoed uselessly across the battlefield, desperation laid bare as Rory closed the distance without slowing.

A threat.

Rory laughed coldly.

"So?" she said flatly.

She leaned closer, eyes burning.

"I’d actually love to see how your clan plans to ’not spare me’—after you’re dead."

Her blade flashed.

The cut was clean.

Blood sprayed hot and foul, splattering across Rory’s face. She wiped it away with visible distaste, grimacing at the stench.

Some therians really did reek just as badly as beasts when they bled.

She had decided the woman’s fate the moment she’d heard her ordering Rory’s execution—and worse, plotting Jasper’s ruin. Letting a venomous Ophidian like this live would only invite disaster later.

Behind her, Nix finished off the last of the invaders and rushed to Rory’s side. When he saw blood on her face, his breath caught.

"Female Master—are you hurt?!"

Rory shook her head calmly.

"Not mine," she said, gesturing at the corpse. "Hers."

Nix followed her gaze, disgust flashing across his features.

"A poisonous female like that deserved worse."

Males were forbidden from killing females.

But female against female?

The Beast God placed no restrictions there.

As long as Rory stood unharmed, Nix could finally breathe again.

Only then did Rory remember the firebird.

She scanned the battlefield, searching for the one who had saved them—but it was already gone, leaving no trace behind. There was no time to dwell on it anyway.

Too many were injured.

She and Nix immediately transported the wounded alliance members to the hospital. The Empire’s medical technology was advanced—lost limbs could be regenerated, shattered bodies restored.

It would take time.

But they would live.

Still... the ten or so who had died would never return.

By the time Rory and Nix returned, night had fully settled over the alliance grounds. The remaining uninjured staff worked tirelessly, repairing what little they could.

Where lush greenery and bustling activity had once thrived, there was now only wreckage.

Rory’s chest felt heavy as she remembered the fallen.

Sensing her grief, Nix gently took her hand.

"Female Master," he said softly, "we’ll rebuild everything. They didn’t manage to steal our beasts. We lost some plants, but we can replant. I’ve already contacted the lab—my mecha and warship will arrive tomorrow."

His eyes hardened.

"Next time, even if a Rank 11 comes... we’ll be ready."

We will never be this helpless again.

The attack had come without warning, but the bitterness of powerlessness burned deep in Nix’s bones. He had thought they only wanted supplies. Jasper had even advised compliance to avoid conflict.

But now he understood.

They hadn’t come to rob.

They had come to kill.

Rory squeezed his hand gently.

"Nix," she said quietly, "I’m okay."