"Battle report, battle report, coordinates: 'Shield Generator' location. Engaged the Hulk. Number of enemies: 500. Total annihilation!"
"Battle report two: The enemy breached the 'Signal Transmitter Platform' and forcibly destroyed the signal tower. Our forces failed to defend the tower. Casualties: as many as four soccer fields. Communications with the other two interstellar fortresses have been cut off."
"Battle report three: The laser-emission system in East Zone One has been destroyed. The enemy is moving downward along the energy-storage units. Casualties: unknown. Still, I can smell roasted meat all the way down."
"Battle report four: The drive-turbine cluster in East Zone Four of the fortress has been bombed. A quarter of the fortress platform has sunk. All revived players within the area are temporarily unable to log on."
"Battle report five: Our top players organized 1,500 people and tried to gang up on the boss, but the boss surrounded them instead, leaving us nearly wiped out. Still, we managed to destroy half the blood vessels of one of the green-skinned ones. This is what that green-skinned one looks like: Picture 1, Picture 2. Everyone, concentrate fire on it!"
"Battle report six: Our NPCs have been deployed: level-60 Flesh Mech Hunters, level-60 Imperial Guards, and the Construct Legion. Although our front line is steadily retreating, hold on! Victory will surely belong to us!!"
In this "dungeon," there were three major respawn points—in other words, three interstellar fortresses: "Legion One," "Legion Two," and "Legion Three."
The Walter family was focusing its attacks on Legion Two. Naturally, the players from the other two interstellar fortresses couldn't teleport over. All they could do was envy them, resent them, and complain.
"This damn thing isn't a battle report. It should be called an obituary."
"How many people have died already? There are more than a