My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

June, the midsummer of the world of faith.

The temperature suddenly rose, like an alarm clock, and the "noisy" people had to get out of bed early in the morning.

"It's only half past five? It's already thirty degrees?"

Su Mo picked up the thermometer on the bedside table listlessly, his eyes wandering between the numbers and the time, and sat up helplessly.

Before, entering the God Island as soon as he closed his eyes was just a mental torture, but now it has become a double torture of the mind and the body.

For those players who have not found a place to stay since entering, I am afraid that every minute and every second is torture.

Su Mo turned over and got out of bed. Next to the wooden bedside table was a half-pot of herbal tea that he had not finished last night.

He came to the window with the herbal tea and opened the window. A wave of heat came in his face. There was a large thermos bucket on the side of the windowsill. When he opened it, there was a bucket of crushed ice.

He added most of the ice cubes to the herbal tea with a shovel. After taking a big sip, he looked out the window.

Although the sky was just turning pale, there were already people wandering around in the gathering place, and the shops on the street were opening one after another, especially the breakfast shops, which were already steaming.

Compared with the poor dead corners, the prosperity of Yunbu made Su Mo feel that this world of faith was much more lively.

No, it is no longer Yunbu now.

It should be Huoquan Town.

After drinking herbal tea by the window, Su Mo turned around and went to the bathroom in the bedroom to take a shower.

Xia Fenghan is a person who knows how to enjoy life. As the local emperor of Yunxiao Tribe, this three-story building built by him personally is much more luxurious than the single-family villas on Earth.

Except for the lack of those various electrical appliances, everything else is available.

Swimming pool, sauna, gym, and a huge artificial lawn in the backyard, divided into two parts.

One is a place for walking on weekdays, and the other is a place for practicing magic.

But now, these facilities are cheap for Su Mo.

"No wonder Xia Fenghan wanted to occupy someone else's nest. It's so cool to enjoy the fruits of others' labor."

After taking a shower, Su Mo changed into dry clothes and went to the front hall.

It was exactly seven o'clock. Tang Ma came in with two bags of breakfast and exchanged greetings with the two guards.

"Why is it that bun again?" Su Mo glanced at the familiar logo on the package. "Priest Tang Ma, if you pair up with the boss lady of that shop earlier, I, the clan leader, might be able to give you a big red envelope."

"What are you talking about? She has a man." Tang Ma denied it immediately, but Su Mo could see from his evasive eyes that the old priest must be rejuvenated again.

As the saying goes, when you are full and warm, you will think of...

"Well, she has been a widow for seven or eight years. It's rare that you can find this excuse."

"Keep quibbling. I'm listening."

Su Mo took the bun and took a bite. It was indeed good in terms of taste, but he couldn't stand having the same bun for breakfast every day for a week!

Tang Ma's face turned red, and he was about to leave, but he almost bumped into Kong Geliang who hurried in.

"What are you doing? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"High priest, I'm here to find the chief." Kong Geliang found Su Mo standing at the door and continued, "Clan leader, Deren is here. I just told someone to take him to the police department first."

"Deren?"

Su Mo was stunned, and then couldn't help but smile.

"This guy didn't come earlier or later, but he must be a smart guy to come at this time."

"Yes, he must have heard that we are going to hold a priest ceremony, and he couldn't help it."

Tang Ma added.

If you want to say which force has the most serious impact on the 37th crack from this major event.

The snow bandits are second, and no one dares to say they are first.

According to incomplete statistics, almost one-third of the snow bandits stationed in Qinggang City died. Except for a few first-level priests who survived by chance, the rest of the priests were wiped out.

Yes, even the four fifth-level priests in Qinggang City died in this turmoil.

If the Fire Fist Tribe had not moved, Su Mo might have taken this opportunity to go to Qinggang City in person and gather a group of thugs to form a team. However, the distance to the Yunxiao Tribe was too far, and it would take at least half a month to go back and forth, so he could only leave this matter to the people below.

But then again, letting ordinary people deal with the snow bandits is not as useful as Deren, the old snow bandit.

"Take him to have a meal, change clothes and come to see me."

"Understood."

Kong Geliang nodded and left with Thomas.

Su Mo finished breakfast and returned to the main hall to deal with the large amount of official business accumulated by the tribe.

It has been exactly one month and twenty days since the migration team arrived at the headquarters.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is incredible to control the Yunxiao Tribe in such a short time.

But for him, it is as simple as eating and drinking water.

Limited by the power rules of the world of faith, in the absence of deadly hatred, the wars between tribes often stop at a certain point, and adopt a three-game two-win system.

Priest single challenge, warrior single challenge, hundred-man battle.

Even if the six tribes want to engage in tribal war, they must follow this process.

Therefore, although the soldiers of the Yun and Xiao tribes have thousands of people, there are actually only dozens or even less than a hundred people who are truly capable of fighting.

After a simple decapitation operation, these stubborn elements were killed, and the rest were just a pile of loose sand.

Su Mo did not rush to use troops immediately, but waited until the big event was over before officially coming out.

Facing a fifth-level priest and a fourth-level priest, the last bit of luck that many people held finally disappeared.

Now, the entire Fire Fist tribe no longer implements the original ethnic system, but has changed to a village system.

Fire Fist Town, the original Cloud Division, is now the center of the Fire Fist tribe, focusing mainly on commercial development.

Yunxiao Village, the original Xiaobu, mainly focuses on resource acquisition.

Hecun, the original Hebu, became a place where soldiers were stationed and trained.

"Chief, we've arrived!" Kong Geliang's voice came from the front of the main hall. Sumo looked up and saw Delen, wearing brand new linen clothes, standing behind Kong Geliang. He was stunned.

He looked at Sumo stupidly, his mind seemed to be completely frozen, and he looked at a loss.

Dungeon guard?

Clan leader?

"Sit there and chat for a while." Sumo pointed to the chair on the side of the main hall. Seeing Delen's ghostly expression, he couldn't help but laugh:

"I thought you had guessed it a long time ago. Do you really think that a small dungeon guard has the courage to let the snow bandit out? Can you escape the other guards smoothly and no one will be held accountable afterwards?"

"Su... Chief Su." Delen finally reacted, forcing a smile on his face and sitting down: "I did guess your identity at the beginning, but the oracle given to me by the Stone God..."

"Don't worry, the oracle of the Stone God will not be false. Since you have completed the task, I will faithfully fulfill my promise and help you to be promoted to the priest's seat." Somo picked up the water cup and took a sip, then said with a smile.

"The priest's ceremony will be held in two days. I will tell Priest Thomas then that you can just go there."

Visible to the naked eye, Delen's dim eyes suddenly brightened, "Really?"

"Why are you lying to me? It's just three kilograms of sacred mineral. Do you think the Fire Fist tribe doesn't have this kind of material?"

After saying that, Sumo said again, "Tell me, what's going on with the snow bandits?"

Delen, who had not yet come to his senses, was stunned by Sumo's words. It took him a few seconds to react. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "It's tragic. The Snow Bandit Organization is currently stationed in Crack No. 37." It has ceased to exist in name only, with less than thirty of the one hundred and eighty teams left, all the high priests are dead, and the surviving priests are all first-level priests who have just gained power."

"I heard someone said that a sixth-level holy priest was beaten to death with a stick. Is it true?"

"It's true." Delen touched his head and said awkwardly, "Speaking of which, the holy priest was beaten to death by our team. He hid in the sewer pipes for many days and wanted to steal something from the warehouse. After eating, he was caught and beaten to death."

Grass.

This is even more frustrating than Xia Fenghan.

Sumo retracted his contemptuous gaze and couldn't help but glance at Delen.

"Since you can get here, so the Red Moon Team is yours now?"

"Um."

A simple word, but there must be many stories behind it.

Sumo had no intention of going into details, but he just felt that Delen was indeed useful.

"Go down. You won't believe anything I tell you now. Wait until the priest ceremony is over. I will give you a new mission then."

After finishing his words, Kong Geliang, who was silent next to him, made a gesture of invitation.

Delen stood up silently and stared at Somo's face for several seconds, as if he wanted to carve this face into his memory.

...

Two days later.

The first priest ceremony of the Fire Fist tribe was successfully held.

Soma generously allocated sixteen places and used standard talent rituals to crown these sixteen people to the priesthood.

Forty-eight kilograms of divine minerals were spent, but there was still nearly sixty kilograms in stock in the warehouse.

In addition, the sacred mine on No. 37 can regularly produce thirty kilograms every month.

Previously, it was divided equally among the six major tribes and many smaller tribes. The Yunxiao tribe could only get about four kilograms.

After the current chaos, most of the tribes eligible for partition have been reduced.

According to Soma's estimation, the Fire Fist tribe can distribute at least ten kilograms, which means three priests will be produced every month.

"Huang Xiangyu, Sun Chong, Zhang Liubang, Nong Cao, Kong Geliang, Ba Zhihong, Godfrey, Picker, Delen..."

One by one the names were read.

In the eyes of countless envious eyes, the qualified people stood in the center of the ritual and underwent the baptism of the ritual.

It must be said that under the rules of the world of faith, this is a very rare scene.

Even those super tribes strictly restrict those who become priests and are not allowed to hold important positions in the tribe.

This is to ensure that the priests cannot use their own power to extort personal benefits from the tribe.

In order to ensure the stability of the rule and prevent civil strife in the tribe, the priests killed each other.

However, here in Soma, these rules are no longer rules.

To prevent civil unrest?

Could it be that after becoming a priest, he becomes more powerful and cannot interfere in the affairs of the tribe?

How is it possible?

For example, among the priests of the Yunxiao Tribe, none of them secretly cultivated cronies and controlled key positions in the tribe.

Rather than leaving these in the dark and unable to monitor them, it is better to bring them out into the open.

When the time comes, the mediocre will go down and the capable will go up.

The priests who were dismissed from their duties could practice their religion with peace of mind and never wanted to interfere in any tribal decisions.

In addition, the newly formed Fire Fist Army also needs priests to be in charge.

If Delen can successfully bring back a group of snow bandits with strong fighting ability and clean wealth, Sumo will not be stingy with his promise.

By then, as long as these snow bandits can prove their worth, they will become the cutting-edge combat power of the Fire Fist Army.

At the end of the priestly ceremony, the priests who had obtained their seats came to the lord's mansion together.

"How's it going? Does it feel good?"

With a smile on his face, Soma distributed the first-level magical scrolls found in the warehouse.

Xia Fenghan did not tell lies.

For those advanced magical arts he learned, he really needed to go to the Cloud Tribe to see the scroll rubbings.

Moreover, these advanced magical arts are not learned in vain, they all need to accumulate enough tribal contributions.

Now that the chaos is over, the Yun Tribe doesn't know what's going on.

Naturally, Somo would not take risks for the sake of some magic that could only be used by himself and Thomas.

However, it is worth mentioning that the Yunxiao tribe has no high-level magic left behind, but there are many low-level magic.

Especially in Xiaobu's warehouse, more than sixty scrolls were found, all of which were looted from the tribe in Crack No. 37.

Mainly the first and second level divine arts, which can be used as rewards for these new priests.

"Excellent, Patriarch, I have never felt so awake before. My mind feels very clear. Those disordered numbers seem to have turned into obedient soldiers, letting me do whatever I want!"

Nong Cao, who was in charge of supplies, was extremely excited. He had never thought that he could become a priest.

Too fast.

In just half a year, the Fire Fist Tribe developed into a giant tribe in Crack No. 37.

With 30,000 people under his command and a warehouse full of supplies, this is a scenario that is simply beyond imagination.

Others also expressed their feelings, especially Delen, who burst into tears with excitement.

"Thank you, Chief Su. You are the God who gave me a second life. I promise that no matter what happens in the future, I will defend the glory of the Fire Fist Tribe with my life!"

After passing through several cracks, he wandered on the edge of life and death countless times.

From death to rebirth, from despair to hope, it only takes three months.

But for Delen, these three months were longer than ten years. It was a journey that he would never dare to recall.

"very good!"

Sumo did not hide his satisfaction.

He wants to use these people to send a signal to the outside world that he wants to become a priest in the Fire Fist tribe, regardless of his past or seniority, only his merits.

With enough merit, even a pig can be qualified to stand within the talent ritual.

At the same time, this time is also the best time to gather faith.

"I hope you can remember everything that happened today and the changes that have happened to you!"

"Remember it clearly."

"These changes come not only from your efforts, but also from the favor of the Stone God."

"It was him who made me who you are today."

"It was also him who helped me find you among the crowd!"

The words fell.

The field was quiet, but after a few seconds, a burst of cheers suddenly broke out.

"The Stone God!"

"The Stone God!"

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