The Alchemy Giant Statue is not an alchemical creature for combat, and his abilities are more similar to logistics, but his obsidian body, which weighs hundreds of tons, makes his extremely simple punches and kicks seem terrifying. As soon as the gluttonous sucker's mouth opened, he was smashed with a straight punch, and sharp teeth sprayed out of his mouth like a torrential rain, crackling and falling to the ground.

This punch not only interrupted the filthy light cannon that Inguta wanted to spew, but also knocked the head of this huge high-ranking god high and staggered back, if it weren't for the sharp pincers on both sides of this guy's body, he was almost knocked to the ground by this punch. "Hey, sure, man, you're a good punching bag, let's go ahead. Hiko said in a deep voice that seemed to come from the depths of the earth, and at the same time approached with heavy steps. The power of the killing realm that could make people lose their minds and frenzy around Inguta's body was ineffective, but it did not have the slightest effect on the Alchemy Giant Statue, and the strong power of the gluttonous sucker also succumbed to the upper hand after a brief hold, and was dizzy and dizzy by a series of punches from Hiko, and several pincer feet were broken violently, and a filthy and foul black liquid flowed from the wound, with the stench of something rotting.

Inguta let out a vicious curse and angry roar, but it didn't do anything to the opponent in front of him. What made him deeply depressed was that such an opponent could be easily eliminated by handing it over to the Calamity Flame Aroji or the Light-Weary Garibaldi. But he formed an absolute suppression of himself, and there were countless vicious abilities against life, but he couldn't leave even the shallowest scratch on the surface of the alchemy giant god's body. Seeing that the balance of victory was tilting towards the coalition side little by little, the sword dancer Count Anse El standing on the bow deck of the Saber did not show a happy expression, but frowned worriedly. At his hand was an intricate alchemical timepiece, a wisp of white sand flowing down the funnel in the upper half of the timepiece, filling about half of the space at the bottom of the timepiece.

"It's almost two-thirds of the way through, can't our troops be able to fully suppress these damned gods?" said Count Anse El as he suddenly grabbed the brass horn he used for communication and said in an anxious tone, "Captain Rohack. Lower the height of the Saber by another 200 meters, let the ballista gunners of each gun position use the storm thunder guns to shoot directly at those gods, and cooperate with the 4th Griffin Regiment of the Commander Wheel Palace, and force them to leave the Death Pass!"

"The light wishes, Rohak understands. With a decisive answer from the brass horn, the Sabre's hull began to shake slightly, and then the bow tilted downward, and the whole ship began to slowly lower in altitude. This behavior is undoubtedly very risky. Less than 10 percent of the Gods' army has the ability to float, and many of them can only float at low altitudes and cannot fight at hundreds of meters, but more than half of the lower-level Gods have a fairly strong ranged attack ability. The Sabre had just dropped to about three hundred meters above the ground, when a sudden and violent roar and the accompanying jolts made it impossible for the crew to stand on their feet, and several of them almost fell off the deck.

"The rear side of the bottom side of the ship was under heavy attack. The keel is slightly damaged, and the magic shield is overloaded by 25%. The calm and stern voice of the alchemist accompanying the ship came from inside the brass horn, "It is recommended to re-raise the altitude, the Saber can withstand such blows for up to three waves." "Three times is enough, keep the altitude lowered!" replied Count Ansel, snapped. "Time is victory, and we must do whatever it takes to assist the ground forces and suppress the army of Iniquity long enough!" he said, shaking off the ornate cloak behind his shoulders and jumping up to the Storm Thunder Gun in the bow of the ship, dragging the pale-faced ballista man down. "I'll give this one to me! Gun emplacements, don't skimp on ammunition, fire freely!"

In the next moment, the saber's six storm thunder guns opened fire violently at the same time, and the blazing thunder light fell from the sky with a terrifying scream, exploding one dazzling light after another in the place where the army of gods and evils gathered. The power of the highly compressed alchemy energy is comparable to that of the ninth-level attack magic, and even if the vitality of the gods is extremely tenacious, the result of being torn to pieces can only be complete destruction. However, for an army of iniquities with a total number of 100,000. The damage inflicted on them by the Saber was negligible, and in less than two breaths, strong dark fluctuations rose from below, and the army of gods and sins used various demonic spells, negative energy balls, and bloody light to fiercely counterattack the Saber, drowning the alchemy flying ship in a roar and explosion.

"Lower your altitude, attack hard, Count Anse El is setting an example for us!"

"Don't be afraid, there's nothing great about God's iniquity!"

"Tell me, proud griffin knights, will your courage be lost to the soldiers of the ground forces?"

While the communication systems of many alchemy flying ships were almost shattered by the roars of the crews, dozens of alchemy flying ships lowered their allegations with an aura that seemed to collapse the entire sky, and the flickering light of the storm thunder guns filled the entire field of vision, and the roar was like a hurricane sweeping in, carrying the collapsed stones on the cliff and crashing down. The army of iniquity was once again struck a terrible blow, the earth was shaking and boiling, and the earth and stones were shattered by wild explosions, stirred with flesh and blood, and then thrown high into the sky. The gods who were attacking the Saber were the focus of the first wave of attacks, leaving almost no relatively intact corpses.

This round of blows falling from the sky was very fatal to the morale of the Divine Evil Army, especially when they later discovered that the breath of the three high-level Divine Iniquities was only left with the gluttonous sucker Inguta still lingering, and the Divine Evil Army, which had no discipline to speak of, suddenly made a commotion. The mountains of the Iron Furnace Mountains trembled in a piercing wail, and the army of the gods still had the advantage in numbers, but it had dropped a lot compared to when the battle had just begun, and the commotion gradually turned into chaos, and the Achilles' heel of lacking the restraint of the high-ranking gods gradually revealed itself in the chaos, and then there was a great rout that collapsed. For the Marquis of Fuerdan, the head of the White Hart Knights, this is a good day to be able to take revenge, he leads hundreds of Florsa knights to fight on the front line, his hideous expression and bloodshot eyes make him look like an orc roaring warrior, rather than a famous Florsa general known for his steady defense. There were hundreds of gods who fell under the sword of the Marquis of Fuldan, his armor and cloak were already covered with scars, and they were covered with blood, and his helmet was not known where it had been shot down, but he still chased the gods and slashed desperately, and he dared not hesitate to attack the area where hundreds of gods and evils had gathered.

Of course, this way of fighting is very dangerous, if it weren't for the assistance and strategy of Wilps, the Knight of the Flame Wheel, and Cedric, the Earl of the White Wolf, the Marquis of Fuldan would have died more than once before the war progressed to this moment. When the strangely shaped gods in front of him finally let out a scream and fled, Captain Fuldan was almost stunned for a full minute, and then he trembled and took a deep breath, and raised the blood-soaked sword in his hand above his head.

"The damned monsters have begun to rout, and we're victorious!"

"Victory, victory, victory!" was a deafening response from all directions, as new strength burst out from the exhausted body after a long morning's fighting, and the morale-boosting coalition forces did not let go of the fleeing army of gods, but continued to maintain a steady advancing front. The left-wing coalition forces drove them away from the pass-through like a giant hammer that was constantly wielding, while the right-wing coalition formed a line of defense as strong as an anvil, allowing the disorganized army of the gods to bleed from the head of the steel line of spears and shields.

The army of gods and goddesses was like a large crystal placed on an anvil, cracked and splashed under the brutal blows of the hammer again and again. In terms of individual strength, the lower-level gods are not inferior to the regular knights, and even the strength of many gods has approached the strength of the great knights, and they also have all kinds of strange and unspeakable evil abilities, but the lack of discipline makes them inferior in the context of the confrontation of the large army, especially after their leader, Garibaldi the Light-weary, disappeared inexplicably. At this point in the war, the victory and defeat are already very clear, and what follows is an extraordinarily bloody massacre. But even the most weary of men refuse to lay down their weapons, these gods should not exist in the world at all, and in their twisted minds there is only endless hatred and jealousy of life. Once they are allowed to flee to all corners of the continent, even a few fish that slip through the net will be a mortal threat to the vast majority of villages and towns that do not have strong fortifications.

"The combat effectiveness of the Divine Army is much worse than imagined, if there is only such strength, how did the capital of the Kingdom of Siggis fall so quickly?" On the deck of the large alchemy flying ship of the Divine Kingdom, Levi Ston put down the bronze speculum in his hand with a suspicious face, and his eyebrows were twisted into deep vertical lines on his forehead.