Chapter 381: After watching this for so long, it

The psychic attack was forcibly interrupted by Nangong Lin in an even tougher stance, even turning around to stab its core will,

This caused the Overlord to completely abandon all notions of taking shortcuts.

In this ant nest, there are tough bones.

War has returned to the form it knows best and enjoys most.

The most primitive, most brutal—war of attrition!

Tens of trillions of Devourer warships completely ignored the Yanhuang fleet's slippery harassment maneuvers.

They no longer attempted any tactical evasion, but instead turned into unstoppable streams of dark iron, in an almost frenzied posture,

Spare no cost, they launched wave after wave of fearless charges against the Great Wall bastion!

"Boom—boom boom boom!"

The explosive energy, continuous and unbroken across the magnificent battle line stretching millions of light‑years, rose and fell, forming an ever‑lasting sea of stars.

Every second, millions of warships explode into splendid cosmic fireworks in the fierce battle.

The muffled roar of dimensional cannons tearing space, the sharp scream of the Spatial Shield shattering at the critical point, and countless energy beams intertwining and colliding……

All of this together composed a war symphony that is the grandest and most tragic on a cosmic scale.

The commanders of the Yanhuang fleet employed tactics to the utmost, each maneuver and each volley precise and efficient.

But all of this appears pale before the Overlord's cheating ability to spawn troops.

The Overlord's fleet seems endless, never exhausting.

When a wave is wiped out at the front, ten new waves of fleet immediately replenish from the rear, seamlessly.

In the rear of the Overlord's fleet, within the mother‑ship cluster resembling a flesh‑and‑blood factory, countless biomass and energy plundered from devoured worlds,

are being frenziedly transformed into new warships, like dumplings being boiled, continuously fed into this gargantuan war‑grinding machine.

The battle situation inevitably fell into a stalemate.

"Report! Pressure overload in C‑34 defense zone! The Thirty‑Seventh Combat Group has suffered over seventy percent losses! Request support! Repeat! Request support!"

"D‑11 defense zone shows a manpower gap! Five enemy fleet squadrons concentrate fire and tear it open! The enemy is breaking through! Our reserve forces are urgently plugging the gap!"

"Report, Chief Commander! Since the war began, our confirmed losses of God‑Warship Mark II have reached 320 billion!"

"Enemy losses are estimated to exceed five trillion, but…… but their total number shows no sign of decreasing; it is still increasing!"

One after another, desperate battle reports, stained with despair, surged frenziedly through encrypted channels into the Heavenly Heart Command Center.

Each time it sounds, people's faces turn grim.

The lofty enthusiasm just ignited by five trillion reinforcements is now being cooled and extinguished bit by bit by this cruel reality.

The scales of victory seemed to tilt once again toward the Overlord, slowly yet resolutely.

Zhang Xianzhong's projected form tensed; he stared fixedly at the madly flashing red alerts on the star map, his fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.

He stepped forward sharply, his voice hoarse as he roared: "Chief Commander! We can't keep fighting like this! This is a bottomless pit!"

"I suggest we immediately contract the front lines! Abandon peripheral harassment, gather all fleets into the ten major defense zones, and shift to focused defense! If we keep draining like this, we…"

Just as Zhang Xianzhong and the others were preparing to remonstrate unto death, asking Qin Hao to change tactics,

Qin Hao, however, performed an act that left everyone in the Command Center with their brains short‑circuiting.

He slowly raised his hands behind his back, shifting his gaze from the battlefield star map where light and fire intertwined, intense to the extreme, as if the ever‑rising casualty numbers meant nothing to him.

His gaze pierced the walls of the Command Center, pierced layer after layer of space, and fell upon the star‑map‑exterior—a void of nothing, representing absolute dead silence in a distant star region.

There, on the far side of the Virgo Supercluster, distant from the battlefield, lay a patch of darkness.

Under the astonished, bewildered, even dazed gazes of everyone in the Command Center, Qin Hao looked at that void, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful smile as he spoke lightly.

His voice was not loud, yet it did not travel through the Command Center's communications,

but instead resonated directly with the fabric of spacetime, clearly echoing across that distant starry expanse tens of millions of light‑years away.

"After watching this for so long, shouldn't we come out and stretch our bones?"

Qin Hao's voice carried teasing and impatience.

"How so? Must you wait until I am crushed, then let the Overlord drag you out one by one from your mouse‑hole hideouts to eat as snacks?"

This remark, like a thunderclap, exploded in the silent Heavenly Heart Command Center.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Zhang Xianzhong, Zhou Shaoqing, Luo Lao…

All the senior commanders and scientific giants followed Qin Hao's gaze, looking at that pitch‑black area of the star map, their faces full of undisguisable confusion and bewilderment.

Chief Commander…… who is he talking to?

There's clearly nothing there!

Could it be that the pressure is too great, causing hallucinations?

However, in a dimension they cannot see, in the distant void,

After a moment of silence,

A similarly mental‑layered message, spanning tens of millions of light‑years, responded to Qin Hao.

This message carried a hint of wariness.

"The…… strongest of the Yanhuang Civilization, why should we trust you?"

"The Overlord is a greedy hungry wolf—we know that better than anyone. But who can guarantee that you…… are not a more ferocious tiger, better at disguise?"

This question is sharp, direct, and utterly realistic.

Inside the Heavenly Heart Command Center, Luo Lao and the others felt their hearts tighten suddenly; they instantly understood.

Qin Hao was not talking to himself.

He was conversing with those likewise probing this war, surviving civilizations hidden in the depths of the universe, clinging to life.

And their concerns were reasonable and understandable.

The ploy of using a tiger to swallow a wolf has been enacted countless times in the history of cosmic civilization, and the outcome is usually that the ostensible savior tiger devours everything—hide and bones—clean.

However, Qin Hao laughed when he heard that question.

His laugh was not loud, yet it seemed to carry the weight of the entire universe, filled with absolute confidence and a hint of… the impatience of a god looking down on mortals.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

His tone was flat, as if stating an established fact.

"But I can tell you one thing: I am destined to win this battle."

Qin Hao's voice suddenly turned cold, an undeniable aura of authority and dominance crushing across endless time and space.

"Come out now, stand by my side, and we are allies. After the war, you will have a share of the entire Virgo Constellation."

He paused, then shifted his tone; that icy chill almost froze spacetime.

"When I have won, I will come find you…"

"Then what we discuss will not be an alliance."

"It will be incorporation."

His words fell.

The meaning was clear.

"Either step forward now as an ally with dignity,"

"or after the war be submissively integrated as a vassal."

"Choose one."

That mental message fell silent.

It seemed to be undergoing an intensely fierce and painful internal struggle and game.

"Is it to keep betting that the Yanhuang Civilization will lose, then wait for the next reincarnation?"

"Or to stake the entire civilization's future on believing this tiger, more terrifying than a starving wolf?"

Time passed, minute by minute.

Inside the Command Center, the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme, and everyone held their breath.

Just when even Zhang Xianzhong thought the other side would choose to continue watching, to continue surviving in hiding.

An aberration suddenly occurred on the flank of the Overlord's massive fleet formation!

A massive fleet, painted with an unheard-of ancient insignia yet radiating tremendous battle spirit, surged forth from dimensional space.

Leading it was a super flagship, pitch-black all over, shaped like a castle!

Countless spires pierced the void on its hull, appearing supremely noble at a glance.

Its appearance instantly drew the gaze of the entire battlefield!