Thump—
As Ging thought about what Dong had said, he lifted the curtain beside him and peered into the night. His gaze met the fleeting silhouettes of several Flesh Monsters in the darkness.
After Gelman's conjured carriage entered the West Bank, it encountered more and more Flesh Monsters. That was only natural, since they were heading straight for the monsters' lair.
At the same time, more and more Flesh Monsters noticed the creaking carriage.
Some might have been unable to dodge in time; others might have thrown themselves at it on purpose. In any case, they collided head-on with the carriage, sending a continuous series of thumps through the night.
Under these circumstances, the carriage might have looked battered and fragile, but it smashed the Flesh Monsters to pieces, forcing its way through a path of blood.
The wheels rolled on, splashing blood everywhere. An eyeball from some unknown creature landed in front of Ging. Its pupil was wide open, and blood vessels spread across its surface.
Ging flicked it away with a finger, sending it flying out the window, then turned and asked, "Can I take it that the more territory a 'demigod' occupies, the more powerful it is?"
"Yes, but also no." Dong didn't keep him in suspense. "The larger the 'divine territory,' the greater the rewards a 'demigod' receives at every moment, of course."
"But?"
"But whether a 'divine territory' can fully realize its potential depends on whether the 'ritual's rules' can function effectively in a continuous cycle, like an ecosystem."
Gelman tapped his knee with a finger. "So the key to weakening the 'God of Flesh' is to disrupt these cyclical 'rituals'?"
"Correct." Dong nodded. "But there's no doubt that every 'Ritual Stone Array' is guarded by a 'God's Apostle.' They certainly won't let us do