After planning his escape route.
The War Fortress's supreme commander calmed down once more.
And.
He used his will to make the War Fortress fire even faster!
He completely ignored the overload warnings flashing repeatedly across the control panel.
After all.
It was going to be scrapped anyway.
There was naturally no need to cherish it.
By the way.
Looking at the enemies outside, whose numbers had never diminished from beginning to end.
He could not help thinking:
'Sure enough, I should buy better weapons...'
'Although the defensive systems are high-end models and can withstand most Great Demon Level attacks, the weapons are standard models. Their power is somewhat lacking, and they simply cannot pose much of a threat to Great Demon Level enemies...'
'The next time I go to Crimson Heaven, I should discuss it with the Fallen Machine Intelligence Council and see whether they can sell me some more high-end weapons. I can conveniently serve as their weapon tester, so they ought to give me a discounted price...'
Yes.
This fellow was a loyal customer of Orsaga's underlings.
And that was one of the reasons this lousy author had written him.
The weapons he had purchased could indeed have some effect on Great Demon Level enemies.
But only against the more pathetic sort of Great Demon Level foes.
Such as those classic glass-cannon characters.
But the problem was.
How was he supposed to find that kind of guy in a godforsaken place like the Abyss Blood Battlefield?
Without a doubt.
It could only be said that this was a rather thought-provoking question...
Much like how fishing bros might catch carp in volcanic lava.
Both required patient contemplation~
As the supreme commander secretly pondered the future.
All of a sudden.
An inexplicable warning sign surfaced deep within his mind!