The four gods in the distance still did not know that Nalant's third defensive line was already waiting in full battle array.
Seeing that the second defensive line had finally been destroyed, the gods all showed relieved smiles.
"That damned brat. His second defensive line has finally been taken down by us!"
"That's right. Now there are still three defensive lines left. His Lightning has already been completely cracked by us. Let's see what other tricks he has next."
"Right, since the second defensive line has already been taken, we can't give them a chance to catch their breath. Recall the troops that attacked earlier, and have the follow-up teams rotate in to continue the assault. What do you all think?"
"Of course. We absolutely cannot give that damned brat any chance to breathe."
After their opinions were unified once again, the horns in the Gods' Allied Army sounded once more.
Then the replacement troops that had conserved their strength set out from the divine army camp, heading straight for the third defensive line.
"It seems the God of Waves and those gods have a deep grudge against that brat from the Aio Continent. They're actually using wheel tactics!"
"Haha, need you even say it? Though I don't know how they suffered losses before at the hands of that Aio Continent brat, just the first defensive line and the second defensive line alone are probably enough to make these gods blow their tops."
"That's true. Nearly eight million divine troops attacking fewer than two million mortal soldiers, and in only the first day or two they've already lost five or six hundred thousand men. No matter who it was, they wouldn't be able to swallow that breath."
"Heh heh, I'm actually looking forward to the final result of this battle