A floating sentry robot, tirelessly firing laser beams in all directions, plummeted to the ground, its once sleek and sturdy surface now riddled with craters and dents as if hammered from every possible angle in a saturated barrage. Ibuki Suika, swinging her sake gourd, staggered over and muttered, "Ahh, which wave is this already? Will these pesky things ever end?"
"Compared to the size of the ruins, the number of guards that have appeared is actually quite small. A large portion of them have probably malfunctioned," Uncle Zaku, puffing on the barrel of his giant, overheated handgun, grinned and looked this way, "Tsk, don't forget what you all said earlier, okay? After we get back, you'd better explain exactly what's going on with your group! Who here has the strength to fling a five-ton robot and accidentally have it smash through twelve alloy gates?"
"Yeah, yeah, we get it, Uncle is such a nag."
