Chapter 411: Shut up! In my domain, you have no right to panic!

The meme virus on the physical level was successfully blocked by the dimensional matrix, temporarily stabilizing the precarious joint defense line.

After a brief chaos, the second echelon allied fleet also began to regroup under their respective commanders' restraint, wildly pouring fire at the colored fog held outside, trying to disperse it.

However, everyone knew this was only the beginning.

The Overlord's means of attack could not possibly be so singular.

Indeed, just as the allied forces had just let out a sigh of relief, a new attack descended.

This time, there were no omens.

No energy fluctuations, no physical attacks, not even any visual changes.

But, at the same time,

All sentient beings on the battlefield, whether carbon-based, silicon-based, or energy entities,

felt as if an invisible steel needle had been viciously driven deep into their brains.

"Ah——!"

A piercing scream suddenly rang out over the allied forces' public communications channel.

Immediately after, like a fuse ignited, countless screams—thousands, tens of millions—burst forth like a landslide and tsunami.

"My head! My head is about to split open!"

"Get out! Get out of my mind!"

"Help… someone, please save me…"

"The starry sky is screaming at me… haha… it turns out the edge of the universe is madness…"

Screams, wails, incoherent ravings, maniacal laughter…

The entire communications channel turned into a mental trash heap filled with pain and chaos.

This was a silent shriek from the Overlord.

It bypassed all physical defenses and shields, acting directly on the consciousness level of every sentient being.

This was a pure mental pollution, an unstoppable soul strike.

Except for the Yanhuang Civilization's fleet.

Thanks to the powerful spiritual network constructed by Nangong Lin, and the stabilizing effect of the 'Mending Heaven' device on individual consciousness.

Although the Yanhuang Civilization's warriors also felt that piercing pain in their minds, they were quickly soothed by a cool will and swiftly regained clarity.

But the other allied members were not so fortunate.

Their mental strength was far inferior to that of the Yanhuang warriors, and they lacked the protection of the 'Mending Heaven' device.

Under this mental onslaught, their will defenses collapsed instantly.

Countless warship pilots clutched their heads and writhed in agony inside the cockpits, causing the ships to lose control and careen wildly through the formation.

Worse still, some crew members whose minds were already not resilient enough went completely mad under this impact.

"Boom!"

A heavy cruiser of the Crystal Armor Civilization suddenly swung its main gun around, aiming at a friendly ship maintaining fire output nearby, and blasted it to fragments with a single shot.

"Traitors! You're all traitors! You've got worms hidden in your bodies!" the cruiser's captain roared, eyes blood‑red, over the communications channel.

This scene was merely the tip of the iceberg.

On the vast battlefield, countless allied warships, like virus‑infected cells, began frantically attacking the 'companions' beside them.

The second echelon defense line, which had just stabilized, fell once again into an even more thorough chaos.

The tragedy of fratricide played out at every corner of the defense line.

On the flagship Watcher, where the Heavenly Patrol Chairman was stationed, the situation was equally grim.

Although he was the leader of a sixth‑level civilization with mental power far beyond ordinary people, his face was now ashen, his forehead drenched in cold sweat, and he desperately wielded his strong will to resist the endless shriek in his mind.

"Chief… Chief Commander…"

He with difficulty connected to Qin Hao's comms, 'We… can't hold on much longer…'

"Request… request a tactical withdrawal…"

A flicker appeared on Qin Hao's face.

It was not panic, but a mixture of impatience and irritation.

He watched the star map, where the dots representing friendly forces were rapidly blinking out due to fratricide, and his brows knit tightly together.

These cannon fodder may be weak, but they cannot die just yet.

"A bunch of trash."

He lowly spat out a few words, revealing extreme disappointment.

He had originally thought that these sixth‑level civilization beings, who lived for millions or even tens of thousands of years, would have at least somewhat improved willpower.

He never expected that, before the Overlord's true mental assault, they would be so utterly fragile.

"Well then."

Qin Hao sighed, as if he had made some resolution.

"Just consider it a rare act of kindness."

He closed his eyes.

The next moment, an indescribable will erupted from the bridge of the Pioneer with a boom!

"Only I Domain, unfold!"

This time, the domain did not expand into a seven‑colored space covering a light‑year.

Instead, it turned into an invisible torrent of will, centered on Qin Hao, sweeping across the entire allied defense battlefield!

This will was icy, overbearing, and filled with a steel‑like texture.

It was like an invisible giant hand, forcibly gripping the souls of every allied soldier who was collapsing and going mad.

Those who were screaming had their voices cut off abruptly.

Those who were self-harming had their movements freeze instantly.

Those who were attacking friendly forces had their fingers locked on the fire button.

In everyone's mind, the shrill wail that came from the Overlord—filled with chaos, madness, and destructive desire—

was forcibly overwritten and suppressed by another will that was even stronger and more terrifying.

"Shut up."

A cold voice rang out simultaneously in the minds of hundreds of billions of allied soldiers.

"In my domain, you have no right to panic."

That voice was none other than Qin Hao's.

He did not go to comfort them, nor did he go to heal them.

Instead, he used his near-divine iron will to forcibly suppress everyone's negative emotions—fear, madness, despair—altogether.

Just like a strict drill instructor, using the crudest method, he forced a bunch of raw recruits to snap to attention.

The effect was significant.

The entire allied communications channel instantly shifted from a hell of wailing ghosts and howling wolves to utter silence.

All warships that had fallen into chaos ceased their attacks.

Those soldiers with blood-red eyes, though the madness in their gaze had not faded, their bodies were as if bound by invisible shackles, unable to move.

Their brains, forcibly taken over by Qin Hao's will, became machines that would only execute orders.

"Stabilized... the formation is stabilized!"

The Heavenly Patrol Chairman felt that overbearing yet reassuring will in his mind, and was shocked beyond words.

He could not imagine how a single person could possess such terrifying mental power.

That he could, by his own power, forcibly suppress the collective panic of countless beings.

This is already beyond the comprehension of a Level-6 civilization.

"All units, return to your posts."

Qin Hao's voice rang out again in everyone's mind, like a divine edict.

"Continue firing."

"Before I lift the suppression, who dares to make any further move?"

"I will personally crush his soul."

The cold words made all allied soldiers shiver, their reason telling them,

This young Chief Commander is absolutely not joking.

Under Qin Hao's iron-fisted suppression, the chaotic defensive line once again restored order.

The main guns were retrained outward beyond the defensive line, and the destructive fire once again wove into a net, pouring forth.