Kindred Spirits

When he realized he might survive the battlefield, he had no choice but to consider the strange looks from his comrades.

"Krawos, aren't you a little... too strange?" Commander Volani's frowning face suddenly appeared in Krawos's mind.

Now, Krawos not only had to try to stay alive and win, but also find a way to restore the Strong Logic Answer System to normal.

Lin Fan flew through the air, the bayonet extending from his armguard slicing apart dozens of Tyranid Sky Demons foolish enough to charge at him.

The bayonet was smooth and pristine, without a trace of blood on it.

Blood, venom, and chunks of flesh slid off it the moment they landed, keeping the armor clean and gleaming.

Lin Fan adjusted his direction in midair by throwing his spear and saw three swarms of Tyranids assaulting a position below.

The position was ringed by damaged tanks and hastily repaired combat suits. Automated turrets had been installed in every gap, while armed drone bees equipped with compact railguns darted through the defenses.

It looked like a tiny island struggling amid a tidal wave of Tyranids. As the waves rose ever higher, it would eventually be swallowed by the sea.

Wounded soldiers rescued by their comrades propped themselves against ammunition crates, raising their guns and firing at the rushing swarm.

"Open fire!"

"We need support!"

"I'm out of ammo!"

The soldiers' shouts were filled with despair. For every Tyranid they killed, they saw even more pouring forward.

On the right flank stood an anti-aircraft twin six-barreled ion cannon. It fired into the sky, and shattered Tyranid corpses littered the ground around its turret. The tougher Tyranids crashed heavily into the turret itself, leaving one bloody dent after another.

Three Hive Tyrants led the swarm's attack. Advancing alongside them were specially