The War Fortress had a substantial reserve of Magic Stones, but if the insects continued to deplete it in this manner, it wouldn't last even a week.
Moreover, the consumption of ammunition was secondary; if nothing unexpected happened, these insects would nonstop attack the fortress—a relentless, continuous harassment that tested the quality of the Alchemy Weapons as well.
Even the best quality couldn't withstand such high-intensity use continuously.
Richard arrived at the Command Room and found Ivan sitting in a corner, smoking one cigarette after another.
Tobacco, a rare commodity on the battlefield, existed even in the Otherworld.
Ivan was smoking Demonized Tobacco provided by logistics, which made a wizard's mind more active and better able to find answers to problems.
"Thinking about the insect problem?"
Ivan saw Richard and waved him over to sit beside him.
