Fatso of Stone Tile Slope

Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual.
As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive.
Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife...
Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters...
Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive:
Use monsters to fight monsters.

My Monster Fuses Everything

Setting aside that question, Su Han knew that Sun Hu probably didn't know much about the secrets involved, as his rank wasn't high enough.


Sun Hu breathed a sigh of relief; he genuinely couldn't answer that question.


"There were 32 of us who advanced to Second Order at the same time, all elites from the military. Among us, ten people formed a squad to carry out exploration and communication tasks. The contact with the headquarters was maintained by people like us."


Even at the beginning of the apocalypse, when there were not many monsters, venturing outside with Second Order strength was still very dangerous; one could only say that being from the Armed Forces, they followed orders and faced the danger head-on.


"Wushan City is at least five hundred kilometers away from Linshui."


Su Han looked at Sun Hu and said, "That distance is much farther than from here."


Chapter 287: The Strategic Intent of the Southwest Military Preparedness Force_2