A year later.
As the Spiritfolk, the rulers of this world before the chaotic apocalypse, the Evolvers naturally became the common target of hostility from the other second-tier biological races competing for the right to survive in the Devil Locust Vine's new world, suffering even more attacks.
M Base, L Base, and the small bases scattered around them had all fallen.
Perhaps one or two small bases still clung to life, but they were no longer worth worrying about.
The situation at distant X Base was grim, and just like X Base, at least in everyone else's eyes, A Base was likewise already on the brink of destruction.
"Ugh..."
On A Base's watchtower, an Evolver soldier lying prone on the ground and keeping watch suddenly let out a cry of pain. Yet a greasy poisonous tongue wrapped tightly around his throat, strangling him so fiercely that he could not call for help. All color drained from his face.
Over the past year, watchtower guard duty had become the position with the highest mortality rate in A Base.
Having risen step by step to become a C-class soldier, this Evolver's wealth of experience gave him superior combat instincts. He swiftly flung aside the psionic sniper rifle in his right hand, leaped up with nimble, powerful legs, and in a backward flip drew a dagger from the sheath at his calf, stabbing it toward the hazy shadow before him.
The intensely corrosive venom on his neck made his skin burn with searing pain. It had likely already inflicted severe burns.
Smack!
A powerful webbed arm suddenly seized the elite Evolver soldier's wrist. Then, a two-meter-tall upright giant frog gradually materialized.
It had a powerful physique, a streamlined body, and a pair of bulging, vertically slit eyes that turned nimbly as they focused