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

The barrier remained intact; Su Han and Li Wenyuan had tried to breach it but to no avail.


Li Wenyuan could only continue to keep surveillance while Su Han had delivered the three Eclipse Worms they captured to his Angel Envoys.


One was sent to the Nest of the Vine Demon, another to the Black-Gold Monarch, and the last to the Dead Ice Bone King.


The changes in the maritime region had already reached the other races, and because of the appearance of the Golden Tree, all races had ceased their wars.


It seemed as if overnight, all the alien races had lowered their banners and quietly amassed power, shrinking within their own territories.


The reconnaissance teams constantly gathered intelligence, and this calm felt like the brief respite before a storm.


Everyone knew that once the maritime region underwent more changes, the real storm would burst forth.


Su Han, of course, understood this and thus, without any hesitation, devoted resources to his Angel Envoys.


Chapter 437: The Great Tide_2