Chapter 484: Judgment Fleet?

Qin Hao ended his meeting with the Inspector, a faint sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

He shifted his attention back to the massive star map before him.

At the edge of the star map, a red arrow symbolizing a massive fleet was leaping toward the G-37 Division in a manner that ignored spatial distance.

Each of its jumps caused the parameters on the star map to plummet dramatically.

"System, recalculate the opponent's arrival time based on the latest data,"

【Calculating…】

【Based on the opponent's current direct manipulation of cosmic strings, their jumps have already left the scope of ordinary dimensional transitions.】

【Estimated arrival time: 15 days.】

"Fifteen days?"

Qin Hao's gaze grew unusually solemn.

The timeline was tighter than he had anticipated.

He retrieved once more the detailed intelligence on the Judgment Fleet obtained from the Inspector.

Core combat power:

The Ninth‑rank Literary Star Sea King's mount — the 【Star Throne】.

Its main cannon, "Causality Dissolution," is said to erase a target completely from the causal layer with a single strike.

Core combat power: the Ninth‑rank Civilization Truth Court's mount — the 【Logical Balance】.

A vessel whose form constantly shifts, a conceptual construct made of pure rules.

It cannot be destroyed by physical attacks; it itself is a mobile Causality Law weapon that can force all physical laws within a designated area,

to be redefined into any state it desires.

Auxiliary force: three standard Ninth‑rank legions. Each warship possesses Ninth‑rank civilization combat power and is equipped with a simplified rule weapon.

Auxiliary force: thirty standard Eighth‑rank legions. Each legion is personally led by a general of the Eighth‑rank civilization.

…

Every line of the intelligence exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

This is no longer just a fleet.

It is a mobile micro‑universe that condenses the entire Alliance's combat power.

It is the tangible embodiment of the old world order.

"Damn…"

Even Qin Hao's temperament couldn't stop him from muttering a curse after reading the intel.

"They're really planning to wipe us out completely, to annihilate my whole family!"

He had assumed that even if headquarters sent someone, at most they'd dispatch a Ninth‑rank big shot with an elite fleet.

He never imagined the opponent would hold him in such high regard.

They sent two Ninth‑rank big shots outright, plus a terrifying fleet capable of sweeping half the universe.

It was a lion taking on a rabbit, a true picture of all‑out effort.

Moreover, to prevent the ants from escaping, they blew up the entire continent where the ants lived.

"It seems that the Ninth‑rank variable alarm stimulates them more than I imagined,"

Qin Hao murmured to himself.

These tomb‑guardians have become so fearful of any variable that could threaten the peace of their graves that they see danger in every blade of grass.

The immense pressure pressed upon Qin Hao's soul as if it were a tangible weight.

This battle will be the toughest and most arduous test Yanhuang Civilization has faced since its birth.

If they win, the vast skies and the old world order will be rewritten by them.

If they lose…

There will be no future.

Yanhuang Civilization, along with its name, will be completely erased from the cosmic river of time, leaving no trace.

Qin Hao forced the restless stir caused by pressure deep down inside him.

The more such moments arise, the more he must stay calm.

He activated the highest‑level emergency conference channel.

"All core members, convene at the Central Temple immediately. Highest war alert,"

…

A few minutes later.

Inside the temple, the atmosphere was grim.

All of Yanhuang Civilization's decision‑makers were present.

They stared at the intelligence on the Judgment Fleet before Qin Hao, each face marked with gravity.

"Two Ninth‑rank… over thirty Eighth‑rank, and those three Ninth‑rank legions…"

Qin Zheng's fists clenched with a creaking sound.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a blaze of frenzied battle intent.

"Dad, this battle won't be easy,"

"It's more than just hard,"

Second daughter Qin Yue said calmly, "According to my calculations, even if we employ the 【Xuanyuan Sword】 and successfully sever one Ninth‑rank big shot's causal line,

our remaining strength would still be utterly insufficient to simultaneously confront another Ninth‑rank and that massive fleet."

"The 【Xuanyuan Sword】's consumption is too great; we can only use it once. After that single use, the entire civilization's soul network will enter a weakened period."

This is a nearly unsolvable deadly question.

Qin Yue's words made the atmosphere in the hall even heavier.

"What should we do? Are we just going to sit here and wait to die?"

The hot-tempered Qin Wu couldn't help but let out a low growl.

"What's the noise?"

A lazy voice came from the corner.

Everyone looked over and saw Qin Si yawning, looking half-asleep.

"Even if the sky falls, isn't Dad still holding it up?"

She rubbed her eyes and muttered, "Soldiers come, generals block; water comes, earth covers. At worst I'll work harder and multiply their efficiency several times."

Her words left everyone stunned, then they gave a wry smile.

Last time we dealt with an inspector, this trick worked wonders.

But this time, the ones coming are two genuine level-nine bigwigs.

Their mounts are themselves conceptual-level Causality Law weapons.

Logical tampering is powerful, but whether it will work against the opponent's rule balance is uncertain.

Moreover, the opponent also has a fleet so vast it's despair-inducing.

Even if we could use logical tampering to destroy the mounts of those two level-nine bigwigs, the remaining fleet would still be enough to drown us.

Watching the varied reactions of his children and others, Qin Hao's perpetually tense face suddenly showed a hint of a smile.

"Everyone scared?"

He looked around and then spoke slowly.

Nobody spoke.

"Being afraid is right."

Qin Hao's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached deep into everyone's souls.

"Because our Yanhuang Civilization has never gotten here by not fearing death."

"We rely on our brains."

He walked to the star map and pointed his finger at that mighty adjudication fleet.

"They think they're the hunters come to adjudicate."

"But they don't know that from the moment they entered this star field..."

In Qin Hao's eyes flashed a gleam of extraordinary sharpness.

"They have already become patients lying on my operating table."

"Patients?"

Qin Hao's words left everyone in the hall stunned.

"What time is it now?"

The two level-nine bigwigs, with a fleet capable of destroying the universe, are almost at our doorstep, and you're still thinking about seeing a doctor?

"Dad, you're not joking, are you?"

Qin Zheng couldn't help but ask, "This isn't a Zero Return Storm; it's the actual flagships of two level-nine civilizations, plus a fleet armed to the teeth."

"I know."

Qin Hao nodded, but his expression was unusually calm.

"In my eyes, they're no different from a Zero Return Storm."

He extended a finger and lightly tapped the star map.

"The Zero Return Storm is a high-fever symptom of this cosmic patient due to immune system dysregulation—violent, chaotic, but essentially pure energy."

He then pointed at that adjudication fleet again.