"As the Imperial Marshal, I can certainly distinguish the priorities, dear 'Lord' Ramp," said Dolores with a slight nod, though his emphasis on the last two words suggested a hint of sarcasm.
He watched the still fiercely tense battle with anxiety, murmuring, "But now, the number of demons is simply too many.
Bullets and shells are being flung about as if they cost nothing, and the war's consumption has far exceeded our plans."
Lifting his head, he coldly gazed at Ramp's ugly visage, "Ramp, if we continue this deadlock...
in less than ten days, we will face a shortage of supplies.
In less than half a month, it's very possible that the demons will break through your pride, Imperial's Wall, and invade the core regions of the Empire."
Ramp also observed the magic influence on various parts of the battlefield. Coward Demons kept rushing toward the defensive line in waves, Demon Hunting Spiders scuttled across the ground, and Giant Bull Demons took heavy steps forward.
