My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Divine magic is the key for priests to improve their own strength.

It does not limit level matching, that is, every priest can master divine arts at higher levels. In theory, a first-level priest can master ninth-level divine arts.

However, in practice, priests are often limited by their talents and can only learn higher-level magic in advance.

For example, Thomas at level one can master fire boxing at level two.

But it was very difficult for him to learn the third-level magic. Even if he forced himself to learn it, he could only use it once a day.

But now Thomas has been promoted to the fourth-level priest and can learn the fifth-level magic.

However, the Fire Fist Tribe was unable to provide it and could only let him continue to use the second-level magic to fight.

This caused a serious delay in combat power, making Thomas, a fourth-level priest, very wet.

"It's an attack magic!"

Thomas came closer, and his voice of surprise could hardly be suppressed, "Level 4 Wind Sand Technique, although it is not a magical magic that can attack a single target, and it may not even be as powerful as Fire Fist Technique against a single enemy, but it... can cover ten meters. Left and right, continuous damage, it is definitely a weapon in tribal warfare!"

Thomas' desire for advanced magic is no less than that of a person in the desert who is short of water.

Especially as one's level gets higher, the desire for such advanced magic also increases simultaneously.

But he also understood that divine magic was the key to a tribe's success.

Just like the Fire Fist tribe, it was because the first generation priests acquired the Fire Fist technique that they took root and got their name.

If he wanted to obtain new magical powers, he had almost no choice but to plunder other tribes.

However, who would have thought that such an important magical skill would be delivered all the way by a group of snow bandits!

Moreover, the magic spell sent was not a low-level magic spell. Its level reached level four, which happened to match Thomas' level.

"Great. With this magical technique, Priest Thomas's strength will definitely increase greatly."

Sumo smiled and nodded.

In fact, it is not impossible to use survival points to forcibly create attack magic, but the cost performance is really too low, far less than the gain brought by experience magic.

And the most critical point is that no matter how many magical spells he creates now, he will eventually be unable to take them out for use.

This makes it even more difficult for Somo to spend money, especially since the cost of creating things out of thin air can easily reach hundreds or even thousands.

"What is this bag?"

Somo asked, pointing to the bag in Thomas' other hand.

"It's... a divine mine!"

Thomas originally wanted to talk it out, but when the words came to his lips, he forcibly took them back.

He had known for a long time that Sumo wanted to obtain magical talents, but the Fire Fist tribe had never been able to provide divine minerals.

Unexpectedly, this time both people's needs were met. The snowman really came to the right place!

"Show it to me quickly."

Soma looked delighted.

It seems that this should be the 200g of divine ore rewarded by the Road to the Gods.

He didn't expect to be rewarded in this way, which saved him and Thomas from explaining the source.

However, when Thomas handed over the bag, Sumo suddenly felt something was wrong.

Two hundred grams, is it that heavy?

It feels like starting with at least one pound.

Not to mention heavy, but definitely not the weight that two hundred grams should be.

Is the weight of the sacred mine different from the weight of other things?

The moment the idea came up, Sumo rejected it. If the weight measurement method was different, there would be no need to record it by weight, and other more unique units should be used.

Untying the bag's vent, Somo looked at it by the light of the torch.

There are four gray-white stones inside, which look ordinary and nothing special.

"Is this a sacred mine? Why are there so many of them? It seems like they weigh a pound. And the color and shape seem a bit wrong?"

"ah?"

Thomas was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

There were three priests among the attacking snow bandits. The first one they encountered was a sneak attack on the strongest one.

When the other two priests reacted, another one was killed by Thomas.

The last one, for fear that the other party might have some back-ups, Thomas didn't dare to be careless and controlled all of them to kill him.

The process was indeed enjoyable, but it led to a very embarrassing situation.

All the people who are qualified to use the divine mine are gone. The remaining ordinary people say that this thing is a divine mine, but they don’t know whether it is true or not.

After thinking about it, Thomas simply pulled out the snow bandit who had spoken before.

"I promise, I promise this is a divine mine!"

The three priests were all reduced to rubble within a few seconds, and all the survivors of the secret killing team were so frightened that they peed.

It is understandable that Rudolph and Hyde, the two first-level priests, cannot defeat the second-level priests of the Fire Fist tribe.

But Duan Tianrong is a third-level high priest. Looking at the entire No. 37 Crack, he is not an unknown person.

How...why was he instantly killed by a second-level priest?

"How do you prove it?" Thomas asked.

This time the snow bandit who was stopped was confused.

He is an ordinary person, how can he know how to prove the magic mine?

Fortunately, Sumo remembered in time, whether it was true or false, wasn't there a system that could identify it?

Green light shot out, bringing back a simple data panel.

[First-class divine ore (inferior quality)]

[Description]: Ore containing special energy. The energy in the ore can be utilized through special methods.

[Weight]: 609g

[Note]: It is a special product and can only be used in the current environment. It will fail when taken out.

"It's really a magical mine!"

Sumo was completely shocked.

Six hundred grams of divine ore, this already meets one-fifth of the requirements of the gifted ritual.

Wasn't it agreed to be two hundred grams? Why did the reward triple? Is it because three priests came?

Su Mo thought about it, but he had no clue, so he simply ordered Huang Xiangyu to bring the captives back to the tribe and let Thomas conduct a strict interrogation.

At the very least, he could get some useful information from these snow bandits.

He planned to go back to the God Island to see if the snow bandits' looting and the task rewards were separated, then it would make sense.

Lie on the bed and enter the God Island.

The first thing Su Mo did was to walk to the stone tablet to check the completion of the God Road.

An unexpected situation occurred.

"The task is not completed?"

"How is this possible?"

The stone tablet shows that the first task of the God Road, "Departure", is still in progress.

And the timer in the upper right corner of the field of vision...

"Fuck, how can this timer change? Wasn't it reset to zero before?"

The timer that was reset to zero, as Su Mo touched the stone tablet, slowly changed from 0.00.00 to 3.27.20.

More than three hours, what's going on?

And Su Mo soon discovered that as long as he touched the stone tablet once, the timer in the field of vision would be reset once.

Every time it was stuck at 3.27.20, not a minute more or less.

"Could it be that... the wave of snow bandits that the tribe repelled was not the same group as the snow bandits on the Road of the Gods?"

Su Mo was stunned, and a bold idea came to his mind.

Soon, this idea was verified by Thomas, who interrogated a key piece of information from the remaining snow bandits.

"We were on a 'kill' list, and the target was me, but the information they received only stated that I was a second-level priest, so the priest they sent was only a third-level priest."

Kill list?

The target was Thomas?

The sudden change made Thomas initially think that he had heard wrong.

How could he, an ordinary priest of a micro-tribe, attract so much attention from the snow bandits?

"It seems that this is the problem."

The destruction order turned into a killing order.

The mission of the Road of the Gods was not completed.

The snow bandits looted a significantly excessive reward.

The three changes made Su Mo instantly understand the situation in front of him.

If he guessed correctly, the group of snow bandits who had not yet appeared should have received the "destruction" order.

But by accident, the Fire Fist Tribe prepared in advance and just intercepted the snow bandits who received the "killing" order.

What happened in the middle?

Su Mo couldn't guess, but one thing was clear: there was still a group of snow bandits at large!

And this group of snow bandits was the mission target of completing the Road of the Gods.

"If every time you touch the stone tablet, you will check the other party's location and then give the time to arrive at the tribe."

"The time does not change, which means that the other party's location has not changed."

"Three hours of walking, they will not be too far away from the Fire Fist Tribe, they must be in the surrounding area!"

After understanding this, Su Mo still did not plan to take the initiative to attack.

The income of 600 grams of divine ore is much higher than expected. Even if there are 200 grams more, it cannot support the operation of the talent ritual.

And with the stone tablet to query the location, it is equivalent to a huge advantage.

Whether the opponent advances or retreats, it is all in one hand.

The only trouble is that Su Mo needs to enter the island of gods from time to time to touch the stone tablet to check.

But compared with taking the initiative to attack in the weather of minus 40 degrees, what is this trouble?

...

"There seems to be a camp in front!"

"Is it the camp of the secret assassination team?"

"Great, we finally caught up with them!"

A series of exclamations sounded.

Deren, who had been traveling hard for three days, raised his head, and a glimmer of light finally flashed in his tired eyes.

Even an iron body can't withstand the low temperature of minus 40 degrees.

They have created a great miracle to be able to keep traveling until now.

"Hurry, go and see."

It's like looking at plums to quench thirst.

At this moment, a force surged in the bodies of the six people, prompting them to trot into the camp.

Judging from the number of tents, this should be a team of more than ten people.

But...

"Why is there no one?"

Deren frowned, and he immediately found that the campfire in the camp had not been extinguished.

According to the burning situation, it can last at least three to five hours.

"Didn't they just leave before we came?"

"Go and check inside the tent."

Deren ordered, and the five team members carefully opened the tent and measured the temperature with their hands.

There was still a trace of residual heat, which showed that the owners of the camp should not have left for too long.

At the same time, they also saw a silver dagger mark on the inner wall of the main tent.

It was the logo of the secret assassination team!

"Damn, three days, we have been chasing for three days, and now we finally found it!"

Deren finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the other five people also showed expressions of surviving a disaster.

In three days, they only rested for less than twelve hours in total.

Coupled with the continuous rushing and traveling for hundreds of kilometers, they were already only holding on with one breath.

Now, this breath was gone.

Everyone felt a wave of exhaustion.

Especially Deren, who finally had a smile on his face and fell down beside the campfire.

"Boss, we are now..."

Someone hesitated. They finally found the base of the secret assassination team. Why did they rest?

Judging from the situation, the secret assassination team may have gone to the Fire Fist Tribe. Aren't they trying to get there before that?

"Why are you in such a hurry? The secret assassination team should be gathering intelligence. Let's sit here and wait."

Delun waved his hand and didn't take it seriously.

After all, the Fire Fist Tribe also has a second-level priest in charge, and it is still fighting at home. As long as the secret assassination team is not led by Duan Tianrong himself, they will inevitably conduct a careful investigation of intelligence and make plans before taking action.

As for how likely Duan Tianrong is to go out, Delun and Edwin discussed it seriously before leaving.

The two agreed that in such cold weather, Duan Tianrong would not go with the team 99%.

It's just an ordinary "kill" order.

Even if the reward for this order is reduced, it's just a drop in the bucket for the secret assassination team.

After the deep winter is over, they can make it back in minutes.

"Let's go camp over there, make a new bonfire, and try not to touch their things."

The gap between the two sides was huge.

Even with a token to prove his identity, Deren still didn't dare to be arrogant and chose to camp next to the secret assassination team.

This way, when the secret assassination team came back, they might be able to get the credit for guarding the camp.

However, when the bonfire was lit, the six people felt a little numb on their scalps, and they felt sleepy.

"How about... let's sleep for a while?"

The five people looked at Deren expectantly, "They probably won't be back for a while, maybe tomorrow morning, or even noon, and rest until the evening before going out. If we don't sleep for a while, we won't have the energy to follow them."

"Hmm..."

Deren thought about it and found that this was indeed the truth.

They still had to follow the secret assassination team into the Fire Fist Tribe, destroy the shrine, and take away the statue.

At that time, in this state, it is estimated that they can't even beat the residents of the tribe, and they are a pure burden.

"Then let's sleep for a while. Each person will be on guard for two hours, and we will rotate according to the ranking in the team."

Several people agreed happily.

When Deren was woken up, it was already bright and the light snow had stopped.

"What time is it now?"

"Just after eight o'clock."

"Has the secret assassination team not come back yet?"

"No."

"You sleep, I'll go over and take a look."

After sleeping for ten hours, Deren felt that his condition had finally recovered by half.

Especially the mental fatigue, which had been relieved in deep sleep.

As for the body that challenged the limit for days...

Well, it would be impossible to recover without a week or two.

Deren didn't care about the pain all over his body, and struggled to stand up and came to the camp of the secret assassination team.

At this time, the center of the campfire had long been extinguished, leaving only a few pieces of firewood on the edge still curling and burning.

There was no sign that the windproof tents had been opened, and they were still the same as before.

"They haven't come back all night. Calculating the time, it's only a few hours."

Looking at the sky, Deren decided to wait until twelve o'clock.

If the assassination team hasn't returned by then, he will take the initiative to go to the Fire Fist Tribe to investigate the situation.

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