After hearing the God of Ice's explanation, the God of Waves, the God of Gale, and the God of War all looked toward the puddle in front of the second line of defense.
"It really is possible. There's a puddle there, so that brat Nalant is still using lightning to attack."
"But at the trenches on both sides, there are no puddles anymore. So with the lightning rods there, Nalant stopped using it."
"Otherwise, with lightning's killing power being so great, how could Nalant possibly not use lightning?"
After looking at the puddle, the gods immediately felt that the God of Ice's words made perfect sense.
And now that this thin sheet of window paper had been poked through, the gods naturally had a way to respond.
"Then we'll drain the water from that puddle at once. When the time comes, we'll know whether it really is because of the rainwater!"
"That's right. We'll send people to do it immediately!"
Immediately afterward, the gods swiftly issued orders to their respective subordinates.
Following the orders, the Gods' Allied Army sent out a full five thousand men, who then went to the edge of the puddle at the second line.
Because Nalant had only had them dig a shallow depression before, it was still very easy to drain away the rainwater ahead.
The five thousand soldiers of the Gods' Allied Army were seen holding iron tools, beginning to dig drainage ditches one after another.
As the drainage ditches were opened, the water level in the puddle quickly began to drop.
In less than fifteen minutes, the puddle that had originally submerged them up to the knees had been completely drained.
All that remained were the corpses of the Gods' Allied Army soldiers who had fallen earlier, along with the muddy ground.
And