"Kill! Press the attack while the iron is hot—don't let them escape!"
At the sight, the high priests of the allied divine kingdoms immediately grew excited.
They had originally thought they would have to grind away at this mountain range for many days, yet they had never expected to defeat the Sun God Kingdom's army so quickly.
When had they ever fought such a swift, one-sided battle before?
The usual process of war was to set up camp on the first day, then send out small units for probing attacks.
Once the enemy's strength had been confirmed, they would begin taking turns launching encirclement assaults.
And at that stage, it became a contest of casualties and endurance between both sides.
If one side's resolve was strong enough, if they could withstand the losses—
then they would win. At some point, the enemy would suddenly be unable to endure any longer, and their defeat would come crashing down like a mountain collapsing.
Only then could they claim victory.
That was how they had fought every battle over the past few years.
Their battles against the Sun God Kingdom had seen both wins and losses.
But ever since Nalant appeared, he had completely shown them what it meant to sweep through with the force of rotting wood snapping apart.
There was no need for probing attacks at all. The moment they appeared, they sent out powerful Mana Armored Vehicles to bombard the enemy until they were dizzy and disoriented.
Then came the formal assault, followed by the use of that miraculous non-human legion, striking such terror into the enemy that their hearts trembled.
And then... then came the present, with all their subordinates howling as they chased down the enemy and beat them.
"Non-human legion, pursue!"
Nalant, naturally unwilling to fall behind,