Chapter 495: G-37 Division Defects

She whirled around and shouted at the chaotic Command Center: "Shut up, all of you!!"

A burst of psychic power from a peak seventh-level civilization erupted, instantly subduing the entire scene.

"What are you crying for?! We're not dead yet!"

Wo Xi Ling took a deep breath, tidied her somewhat disheveled appearance, then issued an order to the communications officer that left everyone stunned.

"Cut off all contact with the Alliance Headquarters! Destroy all encrypted channels!"

"All warships, disengage weapons systems and form a straight line!"

"Full speed ahead to the Miracle Garden!"

"Chairman?!"

The communications officer thought he had misheard: "You mean... you're going to your death?"

"To die?"

Wo Xi Ling gave a cold snort, her eyes blazing: "No, I'm going to register!"

……

Outside the Miracle Garden.

Qin Hao was idly examining the 【Star Throne】 that had been gnawed down to a mere skeleton, calculating how this windfall could push Yanhuang Civilization's tech tree up a few notches.

Suddenly, the warning radar of the Miracle Garden sounded.

"Dad! A large fleet is approaching—three thousand ships, all peak seventh-level civilization warships!"

Qin Zheng's voice came over: "Should we execute the annihilation protocol?"

Qin Hao raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the holographic projection.

Only see that the G-37 Division Fleet, which had been hiding in the rear, was now neatly lined up like a group of well-behaved elementary students, slowly sailing into the alert zone of the operating table.

Before Qin Hao could speak, a sincere public broadcast suddenly echoed throughout the entire starfield.

"Divine Doctor! Qin Hao, the Divine Doctor! Save us!!"

This sudden shout left even Qin Hao at a loss.

On the lead flagship's bridge, Wo Xi Ling's hologram knelt directly, her posture perfect as if rehearsed countless times.

"Chairman Wo Xi Ling of the G-37 Division, bringing the 3,400 civilizations under her jurisdiction, has come seeking medical aid!"

"We have suffered an acute loyalty-deficiency syndrome, accompanied by severe cognitive impairment and loss of direction! The condition is critical, already past the point of no return!"

"We implore Divine Doctor Qin to show mercy and give us an emergency registration!!"

Qin Hao: "……"

Qin Wu, who was working: "……"

Even the Star Sea King, reduced to a mere stick, temporarily forgot his pain, eyes wide as he watched this scene, as if seeing the Big Bang in reverse.

"Damn, this is possible?!"

Qin Hao's mouth twitched slightly, almost laughing out loud.

"These politicians truly have a cheek as thick as the Causality Law."

With a thought, a massive phantom instantly descended before the United Fleet.

Feigning solemnity, he flipped through the medical log in his hand, wearing a troubled expression as he said:

"Oh dear, this is tricky."

"Our Yanhuang Universe Recovery Center has tight bed availability right now. Moreover, your condition is a difficult, complicated ailment that consumes a lot of resources to treat."

"Especially this loyalty deficiency—it's prone to relapse and could even spread if mishandled."

Qin Hao sighed,

wearing an expression of helplessness.

"Or perhaps you should go check out the neighboring Alliance Headquarters? I hear their crematorium technology is quite mature."

"No! Divine Doctor! Only you can save us!"

Upon hearing this, Wo Xi Ling became so anxious her antennae straightened.

She knew all too well that this was Qin Hao naming his price and probing her.

"As long as you can cure our illness, we'll give whatever you ask!"

Wo Xi Ling gritted her teeth and laid out her trump card:

"We will hand over the 320,000 river systems under the G-37 Division's jurisdiction, all mineral-rich star domains, star gate hubs, plus the accumulated stockpiles of these 3,400 civilizations over hundreds of millions of years… as the registration fee! Donated free of charge to your civilization!"

"Furthermore, we voluntarily sign a lifetime servitude… uh, I mean, a lifetime recovery agreement! Henceforth, whether serving tea or charging into battle, a single word from the Divine Doctor and we will have no second thoughts!"

Upon hearing this, all Yanhuang descendants couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

"What a ruthless person."

"This is basically packing up the old boss's entire estate, selling it spotless, and even throwing oneself into the deal."

"This registration fee is barely enough for a specialist appointment."

Qin Hao stroked his chin, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"However, a doctor-patient relationship hinges on trust. You say all the right things, but how do I know this won't be a medical disturbance you're bringing?"

"After all, I see that some of your fleet's brainwaves are still drifting toward the Alliance Headquarters."

As soon as Qin Hao's words fell, Wo Xi Ling's face turned icy cold.

She whipped her head around, locking her gaze on the few warships furtively flashing microwave signals at the fleet's rear.

Those were a few die-hard civilizations of the Alliance Headquarters, attempting to send a coordinate alert at the last moment.

"You shameless wretches!"

Wo Xi Ling hesitated not at all, not even giving them a chance to explain.

"Target: the flagship of the Heaven Star Civilization and the Giant Spirit Civilization!"

All fleets, hear the order! Concentrate fire!!

Boom—boom—boom——!!

Without any warning, thousands of destructive beams instantly engulfed those few warships.

Those diehards didn't even have time to scream; under their allies' fire, they turned into cosmic dust.

Wo Xi Ling not only killed them, but also casually activated a tractor beam, packing the wreckage and energy cores of those exploded warships,

all in one go, and respectfully delivered it to the Energy Conversion Matrix of the Miracle Garden.

"Divine Doctor, these are the bodies donated by those few critical patients. Although not many, it counts as a little nutritional supplement for your hospital."

Wo Xi Ling turned her head, putting on a fawning smile again, as if the decisive butcher from just moments ago wasn't her.

This was a thorough submission of allegiance.

If she doesn't follow the Yanhuang Civilization to the bitter end, the charge of slaughtering allies alone would let the Alliance Headquarters reduce her to ashes eight hundred times over.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is what they call cleaning up medical waste, huh? Professional, meticulous."

Qin Hao finally nodded in satisfaction.

This kind of smart person is a pleasure to use.

"Since you're this sincere, if I refused again, it would seem I'm violating medical ethics."

Qin Hao lightly waved his hand.

"Hum——"

Tens of thousands of golden sigils flew out from the Xuanyuan Sword, turning into a rain of flowers across the sky, precisely entering the glabella of each civilization representative and each warship commander.

This is not a simple enslavement mark.

but rather a causal contract constructed from the system's Concept Creation.

Once implanted, life and death lie solely in Qin Hao's thoughts.

"This is our hospital's specially made VIP Recovery Wristband."

Qin Hao explained with a smile, "It can monitor your loyalty index in real time. If the index drops too low, it will automatically execute a humane euthanasia procedure to prevent worsening pain. Everyone, no objections?"

"No objections! Absolutely no objections!"

Wo Xi Ling felt the new shackle deep in her soul; instead of fear, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Having this shackle means the Yanhuang Civilization has accepted them.

Life, preserved.

"Excellent, Qin Zheng, take them to handle hospitalization procedures…… oh no, to take over the site. All resources, start inventorying and storing them immediately."

"Yes!"

At this moment, the Yanhuang Civilization not only won a battle but also effortlessly completed an unprecedented expansion.

Without losing a single soldier, the vast territory of the G-37 Branch was completely taken.

After dealing with this minor matter, Qin Hao clapped his hands and turned his gaze back to the center of the operating table.

The Star Sea King had been stripped of all armaments, like a plucked chicken.

And the core data of the Truth Tribunal had been filled with various viral garbled code, hovering on the brink of logical collapse.

"Alright, the miscellaneous personnel have been taken care of."

Qin Hao rubbed his hands, revealing a kindly smile that made all the patients tremble with fear.

His gaze swept back and forth over the two ninth-level big shots, as if he were looking at two white mice about to be placed on the dissection table.

"Two esteemed VIPs, what we just did were merely appetizers."

"Since we've registered as experts, we must live up to this price."

A flash of light in Qin Hao's hand, and a more precise, finer scalpel—specially made for dissecting the underlying logic of rules—slowly materialized.

"Next, we'll perform the final step—core pathological slice research."