One year later.
As Spirit People in the eyes of other biological groups, the rulers of this world before the chaotic apocalypse naturally became the unanimous adversaries of the second-tier biological groups vying for survival in the new world of the Devil Locustvine, facing more attacks.
Base M, Base L, and surrounding small bases have all been obliterated.
Perhaps one or two small bases are barely surviving, but they are no longer a concern.
The distant situation at X Base does not look optimistic, and similar to X Base, in the eyes of others, A Base is also on the brink of destruction.
"Ugh..."
At the Watchtower of A Base, an evolved human soldier lying on the ground, cautiously keeping watch, suddenly let out a painful cry. But a greasy poisonous tongue coiled around his throat and tightened, making it difficult for him to call for help, his face losing its color.
Throughout this year, the Watchtower guards have become the position with the highest death rate at A Base.
