Next, Adjutant methodically reported on the situation, including the S.P.E.A.R. Agency's countermeasures against the Dimension Invasion in China, the battlefield in Utopia, and events unfolding around the world.
Things were proceeding smoothly. Deathstroke's Synthezoid Legion and the Imperial Guard had suffered some casualties, but losing a few million troops was nothing. At least they had cleared the landing zones in other regions and destroyed the teleportation devices.
The strategic objective had been achieved, so every sacrifice had been worthwhile.
The only question was whether the enemy could see through the trap now that New York was the only remaining "live bait" in the world.
But on second thought, it probably did not matter even if they saw through it. Though he did not understand why aliens were so obsessed with invading New York, they clearly all loved that city—loved it for no reason at all.
"Notify Master Blake at the New York Sanctum Sanctorum to prepare. I'll do my best to eliminate the First Generation Demon and the evil gods in the Pocket Dimensions, but their legs are their own. Those guys see New York like bees see flowers. I can't guarantee they won't parachute directly into New York City."
Deathstroke set down his teacup and sighed. No matter how carefully one guarded against outsiders, it was impossible to guard against thieves within the house. The invading forces had silently set up teleportation points all across the globe, which likely meant there were Traitors among humanity.
Not everyone could resist the temptation of the Serpent Crown. Completing quests for rewards and all that—who would not want to be the protagonist of a system novel?
Finding some strange hat, putting it on, gaining an old master in one's head, and completing system quests to acquire immense power—anyone who stumbled upon such