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.
The strength of the wall couldn't compare to the Tree Domain, but it was the best that Linshui City could manage under resource constraints.
Though not high, it had greatly helped Linshui City fend off the threats from the monsters on the outskirts, which is why there was an ongoing effort to make it taller.
However, as Zhou Shan Ying and Chen Da approached the increasingly near wall, their mood grew heavier, for they were returning from a defeat.
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Linshui City Government Affairs Hall
"Zhou Shan Ying, Chen Da, you two bastards lost seventy tanks for me?! Are you fucking kidding me?"
Lu Changshan, with a face red with rage, looked furiously at Zhou Shan Ying and Chen Da, his neck turning bright red from anger.
Seventy tanks—that was half of his 117th Regiment's assets. It wasn't easy to replace them before the apocalypse, and now even if he were killed, not a single new tank could be procured.