As the God of Flame's bombardment continued, the soldiers of the elite legions finally stopped fleeing.
"Get back there and keep attacking the enemy line! Anyone who dares run again will be executed on the spot!"
After killing a full ten thousand men, the God of Flame's fury finally ebbed by a great deal.
Seeing the elite-legion soldiers stop their flight, he at last lowered the longsword in his hand.
Of course, there was no way he would let the remaining elite legions withdraw. And so he ordered the little more than twenty thousand men left to return to the battlefield.
The elite-legion soldiers had already been beaten into submission by Nalant's foreign-race corps.
But faced with the God of Flame's command, it was still very easy for them to choose what they should do.
After all, if they returned to the battlefield, they would merely be fighting the foreign races. No matter how fierce the battle was, there was still some faint chance of survival.
But if they disobeyed the God of Flame's order, they would immediately be blasted into dregs by the God of Flame, without even a corpse left to find.
"God of Flame, this won't do. These natives of the Aio Continent are a bit stronger than we imagined. If this war of attrition continues, our losses will be far greater than expected!"
Only after seeing the elite-legion soldiers return to the battlefield did the God of Flame go back to the side of the other gods.
However, though the other gods had said nothing about the God of Flame's earlier actions, their hearts still ached despite themselves.
One had to know that the elite legions had been cobbled together by their five Divine Continents, with each Divine Continent contributing ten thousand men.
In that case,