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

Soren sat in his office, the dim light highlighting the complex expression on his face.

He had just received news of the attack on the capital.

He frowned instinctively when he heard that a huge red-winged demon was wreaking havoc in the royal city.

This state of being is inconsistent with any of the forces he knows.

Chen Yang's image instantly flashed into his mind.

But he quickly shook his head, dismissing the guess.

Chen Yang has only been in this world for a short time, and based on the available intelligence, it is impossible for him to control such a life form that can roam freely in the royal city.

But for Sauron, the identity of the attacker was irrelevant.

Importantly, this could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

Soren tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his gaze growing increasingly sharp.

An opportunity to overthrow the rule of the Yuan people.

The thought made his heart race involuntarily.

He stood up, ready to contact allies scattered in other satellite cities.

Just as he was about to open the door, a deep voice sounded from behind him.

"Sauron."

Soren stopped and turned around. There was a figure in the corner of the room.

On the sofa, a man dressed in a black robe sat quietly, as if he had always been there.

Soren merely raised an eyebrow, clearly used to this elusive visitor.

"You need to use the main entrance to get to my office," Soren said calmly.

The man in the black robe smiled slightly, removed his hood, and revealed a pale yet dignified face.

This man was none other than the leader of the Corpse Cult.

One of Sauron's allies.

The leader of the Corpse Cult slowly stood up, his gaze fixed intently on Soren.

“The time has come.” His voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable power.

Soren was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized: "You mean... take direct action?"

“That’s right.” The leader of the Corpse Cult nodded, his expression serious. “This is the best time. We have no reason to wait any longer.”

Soren hesitated slightly: "Do we need to make any other preparations? Those mutated zombies are still in the Southern Military District... It might be safer to call them out."

The leader of the Corpse Cult shook his head.

"There's no need. This battle is for those above the ninth rank; there's no need for those below the ninth rank to be the vanguard. Those below the ninth rank are not qualified to participate."

When Soren heard these words, he was startled.

He knew that the leader of the Corpse Cult had reached the ninth level.

Meanwhile, his own split garlic clove flower, in order to avoid being discovered by the royal city, had been suppressing its energy, and was only one step away from the ninth level.

But the "three people" mentioned by the leader of the Corpse Cult puzzled Soren.

As far as he knew, there were no other ninth-tier beings among their allies.

"Three people?" he asked, frowning. "Is there a third ninth-tier cultivator?"

The leader of the Corpse Cult calmly shook his head.

"She's not at the ninth rank, but her power surpasses that of the ninth rank."

Soren's gaze sharpened: "Beyond the ninth rank? Who?"

“She is the perfect vessel for the zombie plague,” the leader of the zombie cult said slowly.

Upon hearing the words "corpse plague," Sauron's heart skipped a beat.

"The plague? Was it the only surviving test subject?" His voice trembled slightly.

The leader of the Corpse Cult nodded.

"Yes. She's in the capital right now."

Sauron knew little about the plague; this terrifying force known as the "Corpse Plague" had always been regarded as the most important secret by the Cult of Corpses.

All he knew was that the Corpse Cult had been conducting experiments on the fusion of the Corpse Plague, and that, according to rumors, only one experimental subject had survived.

"Who is she?" Soren pressed.

The leader of the Corpse Cult smiled faintly, his voice low: "You've seen her before."

Soren froze, frowning as he tried to recall. He'd seen him before? When?

"She's probably with a boy named Chen Yang," the leader of the Corpse Cult added.

"Chen Yang?" Soren recalled his several encounters with Chen Yang. "That burly man? What was his name again... Huang Aotian?"

The leader of the Corpse Cult paused for a moment: "No. It was a little girl."

The image of Qiqi flashed through Soren's mind: "It's that little girl... She's actually the perfect vessel for the zombie plague?"

The leader of the Corpse Cult nodded: "She will be the key to this battle."

Soren's expression turned serious, and the doubt and shock between his brows were gradually replaced by calm.

He stood there, pacing back and forth, as if processing the unexpected news.

"That little girl... just how powerful is she?" Soren asked, looking up.

“She is stronger than you think.” The Corpse Cult Leader’s voice was deep and resolute. “She is the only individual who can fully contain the power of the Corpse Plague. Not only has she not lost her mind, but her potential has been amplified infinitely because of the existence of the Corpse Plague. Her power is currently suppressed, but once the restraint is broken, she will surpass the limit of the ninth rank.”

“But she’s just a little girl,” Soren said, his tone tinged with uncertainty. “Are you sure she’ll work for us?”

The leader of the Corpse Cult smiled slightly, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes, "Don't worry, I have my own way."

“So…” Soren asked in a deep voice, “what should we do next?”

The leader of the Corpse Cult stood up, his black robe swaying gently with his movement.

He walked to the window, looking down at the satellite city, a cold light flashing in his dark eyes.

"The capital is in chaos. Those old fogies will pour all their power into this battle. What we need to do is take this opportunity to tear them apart completely."

"What's the specific plan?" Soren pressed.

The leader of the Corpse Cult turned around and slowly said, "We will go to the royal city ourselves. As long as we find that girl and get her to release the power within her, the situation will be settled."

Soren's heart pounded; he knew he had waited a long time for this day.

Overthrowing the rule of the Yuan people has always been his long-cherished wish, and now, that wish is finally about to be fulfilled.

"I understand." Soren took a deep breath, his tone becoming more resolute.

There was an untimely knock on the office door.

Soren's secretary entered and whispered something in Soren's ear.

Immediately, Soren's expression turned serious, and he lowered his voice, saying, "We just received intelligence about that Crimson-winged Demon."

"What?" The leader of the Corpse Cult's eyes flashed, and his tone became colder.

"Intelligence indicates that the aura of the zombie plague was detected on that red-winged demon."

The cult leader's brow furrowed, a deep doubt flashing in his eyes. "No... Logically speaking, such an individual shouldn't have appeared so quickly."

"What do you mean?" Soren frowned, clearly puzzled by the answer.

The leader of the Corpse Cult slowly walked to the window, his black robe trailing a shadow behind him. His gaze was deep, as if he were recalling something.