"What an incredibly high energy level!"
The petite woman stared blankly at the scene on the screen. Through the display, she could clearly see an enormous radiance appear in the vacuum of space. With it as the core, the light began spreading continuously in all directions, extending from the front of Alpha Centauri's Longhorn Whale all the way to the back—the location of Platform One.
The command system was located on Interstellar Fortress One. Whether it was General Quill or the countless AIs, their physical hardware was all there.
That was why, upon learning that the bulk of the Walter cadres were attacking Number Two rather than Interstellar Fortress One, the petite woman felt both relieved and worried.
The number of powerful combatants on the other side's upper echelon had somewhat exceeded their prewar expectations.
Fortunately, the 'Disaster Legion' was indeed formidable. News of bosses being slain kept coming in one after another, leaving her reassured while also unable to help sighing in admiration. Fortunately, these 'players' were powerful. Without their relentless waves of attacks and suicidal orbital drops, what capital would a minor force that had entered the interstellar age less than a year ago have had to challenge the infamous Walter family?
Before long, however, a series of obituaries arrived. The news of Saber Tamil's, Cowboy Apu's, and the others' deaths made the petite woman's heart tremble.
Among all the upper echelons, the petite woman, who had come out of the Iron Sand Desert, had the best relationship with these old hunters. They had once helped the Steel Cable Tribe establish itself, and had hunted radiation beasts alongside them. They were old comrades who had fought their way up from the days when they had to gnaw on grass roots.
Unfortunately, warriors were bound to die before the