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

The three-headed giant mouth flower stood guard beside Huang Aotian and intercepted the little ghost zombie that was pouncing towards him.

Its sharp jaws snapped shut, separating the little zombie's head from its body, and the struggling body fell into a pool of blood.

But what followed were even more menacing figures, their roars never ceasing.

Before Huang Aotian and his group could break through, the horde of zombies had already swallowed up their escape route.

In this battle, the zombies from the south swarmed out.

The endless number shattered Huang Aotian's illusions.

He originally planned to blast a way out from the outermost side path, but unexpectedly, there were still zombies beyond zombies, layer upon layer, with no end in sight.

His last shred of hope was shattered.

Now, Huang Aotian and three soldiers are working together to throw cherry bombs in all directions, barely managing to push the zombies back twenty meters away.

"bomb!"

He reached his hand behind him in a hoarse voice.

But the expected card did not appear.

Turning around abruptly, Huang Aotian met the soldier's blank gaze.

Those eyes were empty, like the stagnant waters of an abyss, surging with boundless despair.

“No more…”

The soldier spoke haltingly, like an empty shell whose soul had been ripped out.

Huang Aotian lowered his head, his gaze falling on the empty card box in the soldier's arms, and he paused for a moment.

Some ash plants in the army are different from normal ash plants; they cannot be reused after cooling down.

These cherry bombs in the army are mass-produced plants developed in large quantities, but they are one-time use cards.

At this moment, all five hundred cherry bombs have been used up.

They bought Huang Aotian less than ten minutes of survival time.

It's over...

In the blink of an eye, the horde of zombies that had been held back by the cherry bombs by twenty meters surged forward.

Fifteen meters...

Ten meters...

five meters...

Amidst the clash of sharp teeth and fangs, the five-tiered three-headed giant beak flower, once Huang Aotian's proud signature plant, was torn to shreds in an instant.

The four human figures appeared incredibly small in the horde of zombies, like withered grass in the wind, ready to be broken at any moment.

By this point, they were no longer able to put up any semblance of resistance.

He watched as the corpses drew ever closer, their roars echoing in his ears, and a buzzing sound filled his mind.

A wave of dizziness washed over me.

Huang Aotian felt darkness surging in from all around him.

The fatigue accumulated over thirty-six hours erupted at this moment.

But inexplicably, he felt no sadness or fear, only a sense of relief and peace.

Finally, I can rest...

Oh shit...

Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard the sound of surging waves in his ears.

......

......

A week has passed since the attack on the Nanshan Military Region.

Central Military Region.

The fortress stood silent in the darkness.

The conference room at the very top was brightly lit, making every solemn face clearly visible.

Although the room was bright, the atmosphere was so heavy it felt like it was about to drip water.

Various documents were scattered haphazardly on the long table.

Along the side of the long table, more than a dozen of the most key figures from the human military region were gathered.

It is no exaggeration to say that this conference was a matter of life and death for human military affairs.

A person sat steadily at the end of the long table.

His hair was completely white, a testament to the passage of time, but his eyes seemed capable of swallowing a tiger whole.

“Ouken Mondlair”.

A deep voice echoed in the conference room.

"exist!"

On one side of the long table, a man in military uniform stood up, his captain's epaulets reflecting a cold light under the lamp.

Euken Mondlair.

The de facto head of the Mondlair family and the highest commander of the Nanshan Military Region.

A week ago, he was temporarily transferred back to headquarters due to an emergency. Little did he know that his departure would lead to the complete loss of nearly three million square kilometers of land in the south.

Faced with this unexpected situation, he spent a whole week frantically dealing with the reconstruction of the defense line, and only now has he had the spare time to report to headquarters.

Oken straightened up and began his report in a loud voice.

"The last urgent intelligence sent by the Southern Military Region headquarters seven days ago reported that it had been attacked by the Corpse Cult. However, communications were completely cut off after that, and contact has not been restored since."

There was a moment of silence in the conference room as soon as he finished speaking.

Everyone knows what this means.

Oken paused briefly before continuing, "In response to the potential horde of zombies, we have already rebuilt our defenses five hundred kilometers from the Southern Military District headquarters."

"At the same time, the military has already used the latest corpse cult surveillance technology developed by the research institute, and has now purged 1783 corpse cult infiltrators."

"Currently, surveillance technology has begun to be fully deployed within the military to thoroughly investigate the infiltrators of the Corpse Cult."

The officers present all had different expressions; some frowned, some lowered their heads, and some seemed lost in thought.

Why would members of the Corpse Cult infiltrate the army?

"Do you know that our southern defense line has retreated nearly 1,700 kilometers, resulting in the loss of three million square kilometers of territory?"

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly froze.

The white-haired man at the end of the long table slightly raised his eyes, his gloomy gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Everyone's backs were tense, and no one dared to even breathe.

There were no angry roars, no table-slamming rage.

But this question, so calm it was almost terrifying, was more chilling than any outburst of anger.

The white-haired man's lowered eyes were expressionless, but somehow, wisps of dense purple gas began to rise from his body.

The gas was almost tangible, swirling around his body like living venomous snakes.

As the gas gradually diffused, countless strange holes slowly appeared on his wrinkled face.

Those holes were like magnified pores, deep and dark.

A purple aura seeped out through the holes, making the air almost stagnant.

No one dared to look this man in the eye.

They knew this was a sign that the other party was getting angry.

The meeting room was so quiet that the only sound was the slight movement of the gas.

Several junior officers couldn't help but lower their heads, their hands trembling slightly under the table.

The white-haired man raised his eyes and scanned the crowd again, his gaze as cold as an abyss.

That cold scrutiny made everyone feel like an ant exposed to the scorching sun, with nowhere to hide.

"answer."

His tone was calm, yet it sent chills down everyone's spines.

“The army…the army has deployed the latest Corpse Cult reconnaissance…” Oken’s voice trembled noticeably.

"I'm asking why the Corpse Cult wasn't discovered to be lurking in the army before?"

"..."

"Never mind... O'Ken, go wait by the door. You're no longer fit to sit in this chair... Come with me after the meeting."

The white-haired man tapped on the table, and a man also wearing captain's epaulets opened the door and walked into the conference room.

"This is Soren, the new commander-in-chief of the Southern Military District."

The white-haired man explained.

Soren, standing at the door, smiled slightly. "It's an honor to see you all again."