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 words of the Great Elder of the Lizardmen left the other elders silent.
In the competition of the Great Blood Sea, all creatures had no choice but to fight each other; there was no other way to survive there.
The Demon God never cared about their real survival, just as they didn't care about the survival of the lower-class Lizardmen.
Everyone was merely a toy, material for amusement and for becoming stronger.
The Eye Demon Lord had set its sights on this world, and that human was at most one of the toys it fancied.
It certainly wouldn't protect him constantly, just that.
"Continue to construct the Pillar of the Blood Sea; we must beat other races to seize the most resources."
With the declaration from the Great Elder of the Lizardmen, the matter was settled.
They were loyal to the Lizard God, yet they were not without further ambitions; by plundering more resources, they would become even more powerful.
"Understood."