Pallor Factory, a secret organization that researched the Radiation Era's infinite flesh-and-blood proliferation technology and mass-produced flesh weapons.
Han Su had obtained a report earlier, one containing experimental data from Pallor Factory. Most of it had been records of failures. He hadn't expected to see such mature technology so soon, in the hands of a subsidiary of Abyss Studio.
And the damn things were floating in the sky.
What city could withstand an attack like this, where a strange downpour of flesh could fall at any moment without warning? He was struggling just to understand it. How could he possibly fight them?
"Got anything else?"
Facing the densely packed army of flesh, whose numbers were still growing, Han Su felt the space around him closing in.
The suffocating crush even pressed into his heart, leaving him deeply exhausted.
How had the gap gotten so wide?
This wasn't a difference in individual strength. This was an unreasonable, all-out assault from a higher dimension!
"So this is what a laboratory named after the Abyss can do?"
Even Song Chushi had fallen silent.
He shook his head slightly, as if mocking himself, or perhaps filled with unwillingness. Then he suddenly clenched his teeth and shouted, heedless of everything: "There's still—"
Even Han Su was startled by his words. He stared at Song Chushi in disbelief.
"There's still a chance!"
Madness gleamed in Song Chushi's eyes. "Whether we die or not doesn't matter. Whether Qinggang can hold out doesn't matter, either. But you have to escape."
"I'll give you the information I stole, then do everything I can to create a chance for you to get away."
"In the end, as long as you're alive, their plan can never succeed. That means there's still a chance—"
"Why take it this far?"
Han Su had