I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

The atmosphere inside the conference room of the Nanshan Military Region was as tense as a bomb about to explode.

The bearded man sat in the main seat, staring at the report in front of him, his brow furrowed into a deep frown.

His face was gloomy, and his fingers tapped the table unconsciously.

The others kept their heads down, not daring to offend the lieutenant.

His name is Syd Monclair.

Mondlair, meaning "light of the mountain," is one of the oldest and most prestigious military families in the Nanshan Military Region.

This family began to emerge on the historical stage with its ancestor, Edric Monclair.

In the early stages of the zombie outbreak, he led a small guerrilla force into the Nanshan area, using guerrilla tactics and terrain advantages to achieve victories against overwhelming odds, repeatedly repelling zombie hordes and winning many astonishing battles.

Facing a number of zombies a hundred times greater than that of the military region, one man commanded eighty-eight corn cannons to guard the gate of the Nanshan Military Region, a feat that has been recorded in history.

From that moment on, every member of the Mondlair family was destined to become a high-ranking official in the Nanshan Military Region.

And every member of the Mondlair family lived up to their responsibilities, seeking no merit but avoiding mistakes, diligently guarding humanity's southern defenses.

This bearded man, Syd Monclair, though a lieutenant, held a rank no lower than that of captains.

Everyone present had dark circles under their eyes, and if their hair hadn't been covered by military caps, they would all have looked like a bird's nest.

A few days ago, the zombies broke the Garden Agreement and launched a full-scale attack on the human defenses. Except for the East Naval District, the other three military districts were caught off guard.

Those present barely had time to rest, working non-stop every minute, but in front of this man, they dared not utter a sound, simply waiting quietly for the man in the main seat to finish reading the documents.

A soldier walked into the conference room.

Judging from his attire, he was a soldier responsible for delivering intelligence from the front lines.

He was gestured to be quiet and stood aside.

a long time.

The conference room was completely silent, except for the increasingly deep frown on Saide's brow, who sat at the head of the table.

Suddenly, he raised his head and spoke to the soldier standing beside him: "Go ahead and say it."

The soldiers stood at attention, their foreheads beaded with cold sweat, yet they dared not hesitate for a moment:

"Reporting to Lieutenant, 172 outposts in the south have been simultaneously subjected to unidentified bombing!"

Saide's expression remained unchanged, but his voice turned cold and sharp:

"Explain yourself! What do you mean by 'unidentified bombing'?! Has anyone seen the enemy?!"

"There were no eyewitnesses... According to the few survivors, they heard a strange musical sound before the attack."

“Music?” Said was taken aback. “What kind of music?”

The soldier's voice trembled slightly:

"Reporting to Lieutenant, the survivors cannot describe the specific melody or sound, only saying that after hearing the music, their minds felt as if something had taken over them."

"Occupation?!"

Saide slammed his fist on the table. "What exactly did they hear? Or are you saying you can't even find out this basic information?"

The soldier bit his lower lip hard, his voice lowering several decibels:

"Reporting to Lieutenant, everyone who heard the music... seems to have suffered cognitive contamination and is unable to recall any details."

The air grew still, as if every second weighed heavily on people's hearts.

Saide fell into deep thought, his hands resting on the table, his forehead against the back of his hands.

The soldier stood to the side, hesitated for a few seconds, and then cautiously spoke:

"In this incident... a mobile unit has lost contact."

Saide abruptly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Which one?"

The soldier replied, "It's the unit that was just transferred from the Tower of Ascension, the Ascended warriors you personally selected..."

Saide waved his hand, interrupting him, pressed his temples, and looked tired: "Stop talking."

The soldier paused, then stood at attention, saluted, and slowly withdrew.

The room was so quiet that the only sound was the ticking of the clock.

With various events piling up, the plan to cultivate its own mobile force also fell through.

This annoyed Saide.

He closed his eyes, pressing his fingers tightly against his temples, trying his best to calm himself down.

"Phew..." He let out a long sigh and turned to look at the crowd in front of him.

"What do you think about this matter?"

Someone spoke up: "One hundred and seventy-two outposts were attacked in surprise, but no one witnessed the perpetrators. The only common feature is that there was music playing in every location..."

"According to the intelligence I have received from the front, most of the garrisons have suffered heavy losses. Fifty-seven outposts have been completely lost."

Another person took a breath and continued, "Music, cognitive pollution, widespread destruction... what else could it be?"

After a moment of silence, Said said, "The Zombie Clown King... the eighth-tier zombie has finally entered the battlefield."

The sky was so gloomy it looked as if a sheet of iron had been pressed down on it, and occasionally crows would fly over the military area, emitting piercing cries.

"Are these zombies really going to leave no room for maneuver? Once an eighth-tier being intervenes on the battlefield, the situation on the front lines will change instantly!"

"Clown King... It's only been a few days since the war started, and they're already planning to fight to the death."

“It’s alright…” Said regained his composure and spread the documents in his hand on the table. “The Central Military District’s support is already on its way.”

The information about this plant in that document consisted of only two lines.

[King Steel Tooth Flower]

八阶

"An eighth-tier member of the Royal City's Big Mouth Flower Clan?"

"With the Eighth-Rank Commander in charge, our Nanshan Military Region's front should be stable."

"At this rate, we should be able to reach the military region in a day."

The Great Steel Tooth Flower is an elder member of the Great Mouth Flower family among the many plant families in the Royal City.

Legend has it that the original King Steeltooth Flower was not of pure blood from the Big Mouth Flower family, but was cultivated by a seventh-tier Big Mouth Flower through the work of a player from another world, a genius mutant botanist named "Safron".

He combined the large-mouthed flower with rare meteorite iron ore, and through decades of breeding and modification, finally gave birth to this top predatory plant with steel teeth.

However, mutated plants often cannot break through the limits of their parent plants. After breaking through to the seventh level, this King Steel Tooth Flower made no further progress and was not recognized by the Big Mouth Flower family.

then.

Ninety years ago, the seventh-tier king, Steel Tooth Flower, left the protection of his family and ventured into the wilderness alone.

Twenty years later, he returned, having achieved the eighth rank.

How a plant that is inherently restricted can break free from its constraints remains a mystery.

Ultimately, it gained recognition from the Chomper family and secured a place within it.

Rumors circulate that the Great Steeltooth Flower once devoured an entire horde of zombies and incorporated their remains into itself, which became the opportunity for its steel teeth to be further strengthened.

From then on, the legend of "steel being made from corpses" spread among the people.

Now, it has been transferred to the Nanshan Military Region to help stop the stagnation.

“That’s not all,” Said tapped the table. “It brought several young plants from the royal city’s botanical family for training. Make proper arrangements for them.”

These families of plants do not rely on plant upgrade cards, and they all know that in order to break through the barrier between the sixth and seventh tiers, plants must learn to hunt on their own.

These plants were brought to the front lines in search of an opportunity to break through.

The others were also given a copy of the materials and began to study them carefully.