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

"You know what you've done better than I do, do you really think the Lizardmen Clan are the only ones with a demigod?"


King Skula's gaze was ice cold, but upon hearing these words, Qinsa's expression turned serious as he calmly said, "The Mad Lizard Curse takes time to condense."


At this point, King Skula couldn't possibly cling to the issue any longer. Although Qinsa had acted late, no mishap had occurred; otherwise, this matter wouldn't be so easily glossed over.


Moreover, King Skula's sudden attack wasn't just to vent his anger, but also to warn Qinsa.


Their collaboration, besides being beneficial for eliminating competitors, had a significant reason: he was wary because Qinsa had surprisingly come with demigod methods in tow.


If conflicts were to erupt rashly, then it was undoubtedly King Skula who would be at a disadvantage.


Chapter 442: The Great Brawl Begins