The Cannibal Race demigod nodded repeatedly as he listened. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made.
"Your wisdom is unmatched, my lord!"
"Among all the races, the Human Race is notorious for its tangled rules and endless scheming."
"Infighting is what they do best."
"That is almost certainly what happened here."
Hearing his subordinate's flattery, the Cannibal Race god nodded lightly, then waved a hand.
"Forget it. You were fairly lucky this time."
"At least the Divine Kingdom's rules protected you and kept you alive."
"For the next year, you need not participate in any more proxy wars."
"Focus on restoring your Divine Kingdom's vitality and letting your believers multiply and thrive."
"As for that Rank A War Structure..."
At this point, a flicker of pain at the loss clearly crossed the Cannibal Race god's eyes.
After several breaths of silence, he finally said slowly, "You won't have to compensate me for it."
Hearing this, the Cannibal Race demigod felt a weight lift from his shoulders.
That was a Rank A War Structure. Even for a god, it represented a considerable fortune.
In truth, the Cannibal Race god had thought long and hard before lending the Flesh Bomb Chariot to his subordinate god.
Most of the proxy demigods of the various races on the Frontline came from ordinary backgrounds, with neither powerful backing nor much accumulated strength in their Divine Kingdoms.
A single Rank A War Structure was enough to let one of his subordinate gods sweep through proxy wars unopposed.
As a god, he could then use it to secure a steady stream of returns.
It was a long-term investment that staked a large sum on small gains, but with an extremely high chance of success.
Over the years, the Flesh Bomb Chariot had indeed