My Monster Fuses Everything

"Draw a line, let us leave. As long as we leave, we will never come back to this gathering point. Whatever you want to do, we won't stop you,"

When Su Han heard He Fang's naive idea, he only found it amusing.

He chuckled lightly, and said indifferently, "He Fang, do you think this is a game of house? To say let go and let go?"

He Fang, with a stern face, knew that Su Han probably wouldn't let him go easily, but he still didn't want to miss the chance to escape.

He said coldly, "Do you think your Four-armed Corpse is the only First-level Intermediate? Wu Guang, act!"

He shouted loudly, and then his own large Corpse charged forward, aiming directly at Su Han himself.

Wu Guang was initially startled when he heard He Fang's order, but quickly, his Angel Envoy Corpse followed closely behind and rushed towards Su Han.

They both understood one thing, only by killing Su Han or controlling him could they possibly escape.

He Fang's Angel Envoy Corpse, after advancing to First-level Intermediate, indeed differed greatly from two days ago.

While its body structure remained the same, still a tall humanoid twisted monster, its height had increased from the original 1.7 meters to 1.9 meters. The muscles on its body appeared more bulging and tight, containing more explosive power, especially those elongated hands with about two centimeters of hard bone fingernails growing on the fingertips.

The Angel Envoy Corpse opened its blood-filled mouth, revealing its sharp teeth coated in mucus, and it pounced towards Su Han with incredible speed.

However, the speed of the Four-armed Corpse was even faster, and its form moved to block it in a flash.

He Fang's Angel Envoy Corpse could not get around it and had to face Su Han's Four-armed Corpse directly.

Its sharp claws aimed at the cheeks of the Four-armed Corpse, trying to gouge out its eyes in one strike.

"Claw Strike!"

Just then, He Fang suddenly shouted, and the speed of the sharp claws seemed to increase further, faintly creating a sound as they cut through the air.

In the blink of an eye, they had almost reached the head of the Four-armed Corpse.

'Does He Fang also have skills?'

Su Han instantly recognized that this was not a normal attack, it must also be a skill, the sudden increase in speed was enough to catch an ordinary person off guard.

"Four-armed Corpse, stop him."

Su Han issued the order to obstruct, and He Fang sneered inwardly, thinking it was too late to stop it now.

He Fang felt he might have a chance to win again, but he hadn't even begun to rejoice.

Suddenly he widened his eyes in disbelief, watching the scene in front of him as the speed of the Four-armed Corpse seemed much faster than before.

The additional arms that had sprouted from its back clamped together tightly, forming a fist like a giant hammer, and with a "bang" sound, it fell heavily from above.

He Fang's own Corpse's attack had just barely touched the cheek of the Four-armed Corpse.

The next moment, only a metallic clang was heard, not only did it not break through the defense of the Four-armed Corpse, but then a dull thud followed as it was smashed down onto the floor.

He Fang's eyes burst with fury, "This is impossible!"

But the foot of the Four-armed Corpse had already stepped up, landing heavily, and with a crisp crack, it broke the spine of his Corpse.

Shaken to his core, Su Han's voice then faintly carried over, "First-level Intermediate, I was that no longer."

He Fang stood there stupefied, while at this time Wu Guang's Corpse had rushed in front of him.

The situation had turned dramatically, and Wu Guang felt almost hopeless. He didn't believe his Corpse could defeat the Four-armed Corpse, but he had no other choice but to see it through to the end.

"Kill that monster."

Wu Guang ordered his Corpse to continue the attack, its diving shape reminiscent of a wild beast.

However, to his surprise, Su Han actually bypassed the Four-armed Corpse, positioned himself in front of it, holding only a crowbar in his hand.

He swung the crowbar with cutting speed, and with a "bang" sound, he directly smashed the rapidly approaching Corpse to the ground, breaking countless bones.

Su Han's strength was almost as formidable as that of the Angel Envoy!

And as the Angel Envoy Corpse was flipped over on the ground struggling to get up, Su Han had already stepped forward, directing the crowbar straight at the spine beneath its neck, and with a squelching sound, the crowbar pierced through, breaking the spine,

Wu Guang's Corpse was completely disabled, unable to move from the neck down, only continuing to twitch.

"You, how could your strength be?"

He Fang was utterly astounded, staring disbelievingly at Su Han. The advancement of the Four-armed Corpse indeed reciprocated strength, which He Fang could feel himself. After his own Corpse advanced, he felt slightly stronger than two grown men put together, but that was just a slight increase.

Yet, Su Han had effortlessly killed the Corpse, as casually as if tipping over a bereft dog, his strength no longer seemed human.

"Thud"

A light sound echoed, and Wu Guang had already knelt on the ground, completely terrified, crying, "Spare me, it was all He Fang's doing, this has nothing to do with me, please spare me, I will never oppose you again."

Wu Guang's cries for mercy while kneeling on the ground appeared extremely ironic to He Fang.

His face turned utterly grim, an intense blue steel, as he stared fiercely at Wu Guang.

Su Han merely glanced at them and said calmly, "Everyone stay quiet. Old Zhu, tie them up, and make sure to break the limbs of the corpses."

The controlled few, including Chen Jun, paled, their calves trembling.

Realizing their imminent fate, He Fang's expression darkened before he loudly yelled, "Make your corpses move, otherwise we'll all be dead once they finish."

With a smack, before He Fang could finish, the Four-armed Corpse slammed him to the ground, then single-handedly picked him up and pressed him against the wall, deforming his face into a red mess.

Su Han said indifferently, "Talk again, and you die first."

Su Han's actions had terrified Chen Jun and the others; even though they could still control their own corpses, they dared not entertain any further thoughts.

Zhu Xiong tied up their hands and feet and aligned them on their knees, while their corpses' limbs were forcibly broken by the Four-armed Corpse.

After tying up the men, Zhu Xiong, as if prepared, took all the cloth strips found in the room, stuffed them into their mouths, then tightened and securely tied them.

Chen Jun and the others wanted to beg for mercy, but could only make muffled sounds, failing to utter a complete sentence, and could only continuously shake their bodies.

Zhu Xiong approached Su Han and asked, "What do we do next?"

Gan Xinglei and Yan Meiyu also looked towards Su Han, waiting for his instructions.

"No rush, let's pick an Angel Envoy and do some experiments first."

Su Han was far from compassionate, only interested in learning more about the Angel Envoys and the Book of Blood Spirit.

Previously, his understanding of the Angel Envoys and the Book of Blood Spirit was largely experimental, but some details were impractical to handle on his own.

Now, with He Fang and the other Contractors present, these experiments, inconvenient for him to conduct personally, could conveniently be performed on them.

Zhu Xiong glanced over He Fang and the others, his gaze settling on Wu Guang, then he revealed a benevolent smile.

He said in a negotiable tone, "It's you, contribute to the experiment."

"Wuu wuu wuu."

Wu Guang couldn't speak through his gag, desperately shaking his body, pleading with the four of them.

However, his pleas were of no use; his limb-broken corpse had already been dragged in front of the Four-armed Corpse by Zhu Xiong.

Su Han nodded, and the Four-armed Corpse grabbed the corpse's head, squeezing it with a force that caused a cracking noise, similar to a burst melon, as blood and white, viscous substance gushed out.

Following the death of the Angel Envoy, Wu Guang emitted a low, agonized groan from deep within his throat, his complexion instantly turning deathly pale, and he collapsed on the ground.

Zhu Xiong quickly stepped forward, placing a hand beside his neck, checking his pulse.

The pulse was intense, irregular, the swelling veins horrifying, indicating that Wu Guang was not yet dead.

"He's still alive, but he has passed out."

Zhu Xiong casually flipped open Wu Guang's eyelids, his eyes dull and rolled back.

'Does the death of an Angel Envoy really have such a severe impact on the Contractor's psyche?'

Su Han pondered the connection, then said calmly, "Try another one."

At his command, the Four-armed Corpse stepped forward to select another corpse, its sharp metal claws slicing through the corpse's neck, decapitating it.

This time, the casualty was Chen Jun, his whole body contorting, his face ghastly pale, blood dripping from his mouth and nose, looking even more miserable than Wu Guang.

Gan Xinglei also stepped forward to check, then stood up and said, "Same as Wu Guang, he has passed out."

He even slapped Chen Jun's cheeks forcefully, turning them red, but Chen Jun still didn't awaken, clearly more than just a simple faint.

Meanwhile, Su Han, unperturbed, had other Angel Envoys act, but this time they didn't kill, instead inflicting severe injuries—of the sort where nearly no bones were left intact. With such injuries, the Envoy might soon die on its own if left unattended for too long.

The gruesome torture frightened Li Zijun and his companion; they wanted to summon the Angel Envoy back into the Book of Blood Spirit but had absolutely no chance to do so.

Let alone that summoning took time, the moment they saw their Book of Blood Spirit light up, Zhu Xiong had already positioned his blade in front of them.

Choosing to "preserve" rather than "abandon," they had no real choice.

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