Chapter 467

She thought Qin Hao had been dazed by previous victory, wanting to stop a chariot with a mantis's arms.

"Who said we have to go fight it?"

Qin Hao's mouth corner suddenly revealed a smile that made Wo Xi Ling feel utterly unfamiliar.

That smile held no anger or fear, but rather a hint… of excitement?

"Chairman Wo Xi Ling, I disagree with your amputation plan."

Qin Hao said, word by word.

"This isn't a matter of whether you agree or not! This is the Council's final resolution!"

Wo Xi Ling's voice rose.

"So what?"

Qin Hao's tone turned cold and overbearing: "Effective immediately, that lesion zone is taken over by our Yanhuang Civilization."

He turned away, no longer looking at Wo Xi Ling's utterly shocked face on the screen, and gave an order to Zhou Yunhai behind him:

"Relay my command! The Pangu Fleet and all expeditionary forces stationed in the Mist Fog Corridor are to end their rest and enter first-level combat readiness immediately!"

"Target, the core of the K-78 star sector!"

"We will go upstream into the disaster zone!"

Zhou Yunhai shuddered all over, without a hint of hesitation, he snapped to attention with a standard salute, his voice booming like a bell:

"Yes! Chief Commander!"

After the initial shock, every senior officer in the Command Center felt their eyes blaze with fierce fighting spirit.

"To oppose a cosmic calamity?"

"Others might fear, but we are the Yanhuang Civilization!"

"What miracle could they not create?"

On the other end of the comm, Wo Xi Ling watched Qin Hao's retreating back, trembling with rage.

"Madman… you absolute madman! You'll drag your civilization into the abyss!"

She abruptly cut the comm and immediately contacted the other councilors.

Universal Alliance G-37 Division.

The senior light-forms of the five great council civilizations gathered, the atmosphere solemn.

"Chairman Wo, are you certain that Qin Hao of the Yanhuang Civilization refused evacuation and intends to lead his fleet into the Zero-Return Blight Zone?"

It was Yun Ling who spoke.

His voice resonated like countless tuning forks vibrating together, filled with the rhythm of physical law.

"Absolutely certain."

Wo Xi Ling's face darkened to the point of almost dripping water.

"He not only refused, but arrogantly declared he would take over that area."

"Take over? What does he think he's doing? With that scrap of technology he picked up from ruins, trying to cure the Zero-Return? Pure ignorance!"

【Wei Sen】 let out a scoff.

"We can't let them run amok!" said 【Yong Chao】 of the Zhouheng Civilization, picking up the thread.

"Their fleet is still in the Mist Fog Corridor, closest to the blight zone.

If they charge in, they'll be contaminated and assimilated by the Zero-Return forces, becoming a new source of infection, only speeding the disaster's spread!"

"I agree."

The hitherto silent Lei Zhan then spoke.

"Our simulations show that any Level‑7 civilization unit entering the Zero‑Return core will be eroded to full assimilation in no more than one minute."

"Although the Yanhuang Civilization's technology is special, its members have a low Life Level, so that time will be even shorter."

"So we must stop them."

Wo Xi Ling's eyes flashed with resolve: "I have already ordered the Causality Collapse Cannon to begin preparations.

Regardless, the surgical strike must be carried out in twelve hours."

The Causality Collapse Cannon—just uttering that name left the other four present silent.

It is the very purpose of the G‑37 Division's existence, and a Damocles' sword hanging over every member civilization.

It is a strategic‑level weapon dispatched from the Alliance Headquarters to each division.

A single blast can utterly collapse, from a causal standpoint, a star sector hundreds of millions of light‑years across, leaving nothing behind.

It is the final recourse for dealing with an out‑of‑control Zero‑Return disaster, and also the means to judge any rebellious civilization that dares challenge the Alliance order.

"But… the Yanhuang Civilization has just rendered great service, and their strength…"

Yun Ling hesitated: "If we do this, will we…"

"Merit is merit, fault is fault!"

Wo Xi Ling coldly cut him off: "When it comes to the Alliance's survival, there is no merit or fault—only right and wrong!

Their actions are threatening the safety of the entire G‑37 Division!

If they insist on marching in to their doom, then let them be purged together with that blight zone!"

As the fifth councilor of the division, she knows the terror of Zero‑Return better than most and will allow no unforeseen factor to undermine the established loss‑limitation plan.

That Qin Hao and the Yanhuang Civilization are too arrogant.

They think a little cleverness and a unique opportunity will see them through the crisis.

This time, let him and his civilization pay the price for their arrogance!

……

Meanwhile, in the Mist Fog Corridor.

Inside the massive flagship Pangu, the atmosphere was grim.

Zhou Yunhai stood at the center of the bridge, his eyes blazing like torches.

Before him, on the huge holographic star map, millions of blue light dots representing the Yanhuang Fleet were gathering at an astonishing speed.

"Report! The First through Thirtieth Group Armies have all completed assembly!"

"Report! The Heavenly Works Engineering Fleet has completed combat readiness checks on all warships, with a 100% operational rate!"

"The Divine Farmer Logistics Fleet has all supplies in place!"

"The fleet can depart at any time!"

Zhou Yunhai took a deep breath, feeling the complex mix of tension, excitement, and absolute trust emanating from every crew member on the bridge.

"Defy the heavenly disaster!"

"These four words, to any civilization, represent madness and suicide."

"But in the Yanhuang Civilization's dictionary, nothing is impossible."

Zhou Yunhai turned and looked at Qin Zheng, who stood calmly aside, even adjusting his own clothes, and asked: "Aren't you nervous?"

Upon hearing that, Qin Zheng lifted his head and revealed a grin showing his white teeth:

"Nervous? Why would I be nervous? I just feel... exhilarated."

He patted Zhou Yunhai on the shoulder, showing no respect as a junior, and lowered his voice:

"Old Zhou, you've known my father for quite a while. When have you ever seen him do something he wasn't sure of?"

"Those alliance guys think we're going to our deaths, but in my view, we're going to a buffet—except this time the ingredients... are a bit more high-end."

"A buffet..."

Zhou Yunhai's mouth twitched; he couldn't help but admire Qin Zheng's mindset.

However, he indeed thought the same in his heart.

This is the Yanhuang Civilization's greatest confidence.

Just then, Qin Hao's communication linked directly to the bridge's main screen.

"How are the preparations?"

Qin Hao's figure appeared, the background still being the Command Center of the Heavenly Palace.

"The fleet is fully assembled and ready to depart at any moment!"

Zhou Yunhai immediately replied:

"Very good."

Qin Hao nodded, his gaze sweeping over everyone on the bridge, and he said in a deep voice:

"I know many of you are wondering why we would charge into a deadly disaster zone."

"Now I can tell you."

Qin Hao's eyes became incredibly bright.

"Because that lesion, which others see as a disease, is to us an unprecedented remedy!"

"It is the opportunity for our Yanhuang Civilization to completely shed its viral identity and evolve into a cosmic probiotic!"

"The alliance wants to amputate, because they are quacks who only know how to cut everything off. We are divine physicians! What we must do is not to oppose or destroy, but to guide and absorb!"

"I command!"

Qin Hao's voice suddenly rose.

"The fleet will depart immediately! Activate Phase Two of the Mimicry Agreement, targeting the K-78 Zero Lesion Core!"

"Yes!"

Zhou Yunhai and all the bridge officers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

The next second,

The massive Pangu fleet, along with millions of Yanhuang warships, began to display countless mysterious golden patterns on their hulls.

These patterns are the core runes imitated from the eighth-level relic, the "Rule Altar."

As the patterns lit up, the entire fleet began to undergo a wondrous change,

they gradually faded from reality, becoming illusory.

"Report! The Universal Alliance G-37 Branch has issued an ultimatum!"

"They claim the Causality Collapse Cannon is 80% ready, and if we advance another step, they will list us and our fleet as strike targets!"

The communications officer's voice came through.

Zhou Yunhai looked at Qin Hao on the screen, awaiting the final order.

Qin Hao smiled, a smile full of contempt.

"The Causality Collapse Cannon?"

He slowly raised his hand, as if to grasp the entire galaxy.

"Pass on my order: the fleet advances at full speed!"

"I'd like to see, without my permission..."

"Today, who dares to make a move!"