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

Inside the largest castle in the royal city, a lavish banquet was reaching its climax.

The tall candlesticks emitted a soft light, while the crystal chandelier refracted the light into a dazzling rainbow.

Men and women dressed in their finest attire, their long gowns trailing on the ground, their jeweled hair ornaments shimmering under the lights. The nobles raised their glasses and chatted, their elegant laughter blending together.

All of this came to an abrupt end with the sudden tremor.

Along with the tremors came a terrifying aura of awakening.

The atmosphere inside the castle suddenly changed, and the shockwave made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Everyone in the banquet hall sensed the strange atmosphere in the air, and they all stopped what they were doing and looked at each other in bewilderment.

A beautiful woman in a long red dress stepped towards the window first, the hem of her dress trailing on the ground like flowing water. She gently pushed open the window with her slender fingers and looked up at the distant sky.

Outside the window, dark clouds rolled in, as if an unprecedented curtain had been drawn across the world.

She saw the figure—a red-winged demon, standing in mid-air.

His wings spread wide, as dazzling as blood, and his enormous sword was raised high.

Surrounding the demon were ancient plant ancestors that had not appeared in the world for hundreds of years.

They are all ninth-order beings.

The entire banquet hall erupted in an uproar.

"What happened!" The beautiful woman turned her head and asked sternly to one of her trusted confidants who had rushed over.

The man knelt down, sweating profusely, and reported: "Madam, that crimson-winged demon in the sky... is suspected to be a ninth-tier life form. It is carrying out a massacre in the royal city, and its aura is extremely terrifying."

The beautiful woman's brows were furrowed, and her gaze was deep.

Her name was Isabella, the nominal queen among the people.

Startled by these words, the surrounding crowd put down their wine glasses and looked out the window.

"Is this a newly developed plant? I've never seen anything like it before!" exclaimed a richly dressed young man.

"Is it a new form of some kind of plant after it has evolved?" another person asked in a low voice, a hint of unease flashing in their eyes.

“Its wings do resemble the features of the Bloodfeather Sunflower.” An old man in a blue robe frowned in thought, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes. “But plants like the Bloodfeather Sunflower, in theory, do not have the potential to advance to the ninth rank.”

"The demon must possess the strength of a ninth-tier plant to awaken so many ninth-tier plants at the same time... It must be some kind of mutated plant."

"Perhaps something went wrong during the advancement process, causing him to lose his mind. Otherwise, why would he openly attack the royal city?" someone sneered, their tone tinged with contempt.

"Indeed, to attract so many ninth-level ancestors to come out together is quite a grand funeral." A disdainful whisper came from the crowd.

The crowd stood outside the hall, watching the blood-red silhouette in the distance, and discussed among themselves.

In their eyes, this was just a boring interlude during the banquet.

With so many ninth-tier ancestors making their moves, no matter what kind of plant the opponent is, there is only one outcome.

Annihilation.

But just then, the kneeling servant stepped forward, leaned close to Isabella's ear, and whispered, "Madam, intelligence from the Blazing Mushroom Clan indicates that the Crimson Winged Demon... carries the aura of the Corpse Plague."

A strange glint flashed in Isabella's eyes. She tapped her fingers lightly on the windowsill, her voice low and cold: "The plague?"

The servant replied in a low voice, "Yes, sir. The Blazing Mushroom family suspects that this unidentified creature is related to the experiments in the Third District."

Isabella raised an eyebrow, a deep sense of wariness and suspicion flashing in her eyes.

In fact, she had no concerns about the outcome of the battle over the royal city.

Before the numerous ninth-tier beings, even a celestial being would likely be powerless to reverse the situation.

What worried her was the information from the Blazing Mushroom Clan: the zombie plague.

She slowly turned her head, her gaze sweeping over the nobles still discussing in the banquet hall, and said softly, "Have Dar contact me immediately."

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Inside the secret control room of Zone One, the intense atmosphere of anxiety was almost tangible.

Dahl waved his arms and roared into the communicator.

"What did you say?! It ran away?! The test subject is gone too?! Do you know what this means?! Damn it! Damn it!"

Dar's roar echoed in the enclosed space, as if he wanted to tear everything in front of him apart.

His eyes were bloodshot with rage. He raised his hand and slammed the communicator to the ground. The shattered parts flew everywhere, making a piercing metallic clang.

Just a few hours earlier, when he received news of the attack on the underground laboratory in the Third District, he immediately dispatched his most elite Fusionist army.

None of those high-level fusion warriors had a combat strength lower than the seventh rank.

Deep within the third zone lies an incredibly important experimental project—the fusion entity.

That was Queen Isabella's most valued experimental subject, and she could not afford to lose her.

Dahl nearly collapsed while waiting for the results, repeatedly praying in his heart that the monster had not found the fusion body.

However, the news that came shattered his hopes.

The distance between Zone 1 and Zone 3 is neither close nor far; it would take a fusion warrior nearly two hours to travel at full speed.

When the fusion warriors arrived, all they found was ruins.

Beneath the ruins lies a secret laboratory, a scene of carnage and carnage, with limbs and fragments scattered throughout every corner. The most important experimental subject has long since been reduced to a pile of minced meat.

Worse still, the most crucial element—the plague parasitizing the fusion entity—has completely vanished.

"Damn, damn!"

Dahl's roar almost drowned out all the mechanical noises in the control room.

He kicked over a control panel, the sharp metallic clang sending shivers down the spines of the surrounding staff.

"He must be after the power of the zombie plague!" Dahl roared, his voice filled with suppressed despair. "Damn it!"

At that moment, a communications officer approached cautiously. His face was pale, and his hands and feet were trembling, as if he were standing in front of a ferocious beast that might suddenly attack.

He clutched a communication device tightly, his voice weak: "Lord Da...Dar..."

Before the messenger could finish speaking, Dahl suddenly turned around, as if to unleash his fury on him: "Can't you see I'm busy?! Don't you have any sense of propriety?!"

The messenger's voice trembled with fear: "The capital... a message has arrived..."

Dahl froze instantly, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

His anger was abruptly cut off at that moment, leaving only a chilling coldness.

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, and his face grew increasingly grim.

"The capital? What instructions?" His voice was low, suppressing unease and fear.

The messenger replied tremblingly, "Queen Isabella wants you... to speak with her personally."

These words struck like a thunderbolt, and Dahl's face instantly turned deathly pale.