Chapter 389: Throw them some scraps, and the fifth-level civilization drooled and cried

Qin Hao finished speaking, and the Command Center fell into silence.

The fleets of the four great civilizations had surrendered supreme command, tens of thousands of billions of warships lay silent in the designated star region beyond the "Great Wall", like a group of prisoners awaiting judgment.

Their engines had been shut down, shields lowered to minimum, indicating submission.

Xingtong Zhaolao, Kalasi Shouling, Yinying Overlord, and Anxing Diwang,

These four, who once ruled over many star systems, now stood respectfully in the corner of the command hall, not even daring to breathe.

Their glances occasionally flicked toward the solitary figure standing alone in the center of the hall.

Qin Hao ignored them, not even glancing at the massive spoils fleet; his entire focus was immersed in the system light screen before him.

On the screen, torrents of data refreshed like a waterfall.

Sixth-level Civilization high-dimensional biological specimen.

Complete memetics technology tree.

Overlord·High-Dimensional Information Structure Diagram.

Fragmented dimensional coordinates.

Qin Hao's eyes gleamed with fervor.

This is the true spoils! The finger he had severed contained information value far surpassing that of the tens of thousands of billions of Devourer warships.

Memetic technology! A weapon that attacks directly from the cognitive level!

The Overlord's information structure diagram! It let his understanding of that colossal entity shift from vague guess to precise dissection!

And those coordinates… though fragmented, they pointed to the true heart of the storm.

"So that's how it is… so that's how it is…"

Qin Hao's fingertips tapped in the void, countless inspirations and concepts colliding and forming in his mind.

The four civilization leaders behind him watched Qin Hao motionless, their unease growing ever deeper.

They did not know what fate awaited them.

Would they be utterly annexed, their people reduced to slaves? Or would they be used as cannon fodder, consumed in some future war?

In Xingtong Zhaolao's lone eye, light flickered uncertainly.

He knew clearly that now was the critical moment deciding his civilization's future.

He took a cautious half-step forward, about to speak.

Just then, Qin Hao moved.

He closed the system light screen, slowly turned, and his calm gaze swept over the four leaders.

The four instantly stiffened, feeling as if their innermost thoughts were laid bare, any hidden motive nowhere to hide.

"You've done well."

Qin Hao spoke, his voice not loud, yet it echoed clearly in everyone's mind.

Xingtong Zhaolao's heart eased; he hurriedly bowed: "All thanks to Mr. Qin's divine might; we merely contributed our modest effort."

"Yes yes, to follow Mr. Qin is our honor!"

Kalasi Shouling also hurriedly echoed.

Qin Hao neither affirmed nor denied, merely waving his hand casually.

The next second, several fragments flickering with ominous blood-red and eerie dark light emerged from the void, slowly drifting before the four leaders.

These fragments were precisely the core remnants left after the Overlord's biological flagship self-destructed, containing pure high-dimensional energy and chaotic memetic information.

"These are what you deserve."

Qin Hao said in a flat tone.

Looking at the fragments before them, the four leaders' breathing instantly quickened.

They could feel the terrifying power within! Even a mere wisp of escaping aura made their fifth-level civilization souls throb with yearning.

This… this is practically a divine artifact!

Xingtong Zhaolao trembled as he reached out, carefully cradling one fragment.

The instant he touched it, a vast stream of information and energy surged into his body, causing his aged frame to burst with new vitality.

"This… this is…" he was so excited he could not speak.

"Just scraps and cold leftovers."

Qin Hao's tone was calm without a ripple: "Useless to me, but for you perhaps it could let your civilization advance a small step."

One sentence instantly cooled the leaders' ecstatic joy, turning it into deeper awe.

To Qin Hao it was trash, yet to them it was the ultimate treasure they dreamed of. Just how mighty is the leader of the Yanhuang Civilization?

Showing force and granting favor, Qin Hao had the balance just right.

He no longer paid attention to those four who had obtained treasures, instead turning toward Qian Bowen on the other side.

"Old Qian, organize the best team to swiftly take over all the technological databases of the four civilizations."

Qin Hao's tone grew stern: "Focus on screening for 'dimensional translocation', 'memetic defense', and each civilization's unique technologies.

I want to see a complete technological integration report in the shortest time possible."

"Yes! Guarantee mission completion!"

Qian Bowen was excited beyond measure.

This is an unprecedented technological feast!

The accumulated knowledge of the four advanced fifth-level civilizations will be laid bare before the Yanhuang Civilization without reservation.

As the others departed.

Having dealt with these, Qin Hao finally felt a hint of fatigue.

The continuous high-intensity battles and information intake were even too much for him.

He walked to the side of the command console, preparing to sit down and rest for a moment.

At that moment, a cup of steaming hot tea was gently placed beside his hand by a fair hand.

Qin Hao was startled, turned his head, and saw Qian Yin standing beside him, a hint of worry in her eyes.

It was a very ordinary old-style ceramic teacup, inside brewed the old-style green tea from the Yanhuang mother planet that he knew best, with a delicate fragrance rising in curls,

bringing a hint of long-missed warmth to this cold command room filled with the smell of metal and data.

Qin Hao looked at the cup of tea, then at Qian Yin's face mixed with pride and concern, and a place in his heart long suppressed by divinity quietly loosened.

He said nothing, merely picked up the teacup and took a gentle sip.

The warm tea slid down his throat, dispelling his bodily fatigue and seemingly soothing a bit of mental indifference.

He gave Qian Yin an extremely slight nod.

A simple action, yet it made Qian Yin's eyes instantly light up, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn upward.

In the distance, Lao Luo and Zhang Yunfeng saw this scene, exchanged a glance, and both showed a knowing smile.

Perhaps, the only one who could truly pull Qin Hao back from his divine throne to the mortal world was this girl.

The Yanhuang Civilization resumed its orderly operation.

The vast research system began to operate at high speed, digesting the abundant fruits brought by this war.

As for Qin Hao, he once again entered a state of secluded cultivation.

"Void Voyager", the captain's private meditation chamber.

Here, absolute silence reigns; even light is twisted by force fields, forming pure darkness.

Qin Hao sat cross-legged, floating in midair, eyes tightly shut, his consciousness fully immersed in the system space.

Before him, the 【Sixth-Level Initial Civilization·Meme Technology Tree】 was emitting an eerie glow.

It is not a physical entity, but an information aggregate,

each branch, each "leaf", represents a mode of attack or defense.

Qin Hao's consciousness turned into a stream of light, directly charging into the trunk of the technology tree.