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

Everyone's face changed simultaneously, their hearts immediately suspended in worry. Had their greatest fear come to pass?


Su Han, sensing carefully, said gravely, "He hasn't failed, his spirit is merely momentarily beguiled by the power."


The physical metamorphosis and the mental erosion invariably led to some accidents under such dual disturbances.


This was particularly true for someone like Zhou Xichao.


Since the apocalypse began, he had witnessed too many comrades falling before him, their bodies buried in the boundless ocean and mist.


It was because of the lack of formidable power that so many had perished.


There was also the first operation against Guanhai City. If he possessed Fifth Order strength, nearly half a legion of his comrades wouldn't have died.


The desire for power enabled him to firmly grasp this opportunity, resisting the erosion while greedily seizing every bit of strength possible.


Chapter 414: Insect God General