Chapter 1500: The Way to Break the Impasse, the Uniqueness of Faith!

The Benlei tribe fell!

It fell very quickly!

On the day when the news of Shadu's death broke out, the entire tribe was deserted and all the core members evacuated.

In the evening, only a small number of ordinary tribesmen who did not know the truth were left in the huge tribe. They were made scapegoats and divided up by the angry tribes, using their slaves to atone for their previous arrogance.

As for supplies.

The precious food resources were naturally taken away completely, and not even a ration was left for the remaining people.

And those who could be left behind during the evacuation were mostly worthless items.

If you calculate carefully, if you bear the daily food of these slaves, the tribes will even lose a lot.

"Fuck, if you still can't make any contribution after the deep winter, I will sell you to the slave transport team to pay off the debt!"

The chief of the Dilong tribe said viciously, scaring the new slaves to lower their heads quickly.

After being divided up by the tribes, although they were nominally slaves, their lives were not much different from those of ordinary residents. After a long time, they could even integrate into the tribe and become formal residents.

However, if they were sold to the slave transport team, they would be real slaves.

Where they would be taken and what they would do at that time was up to fate. They might even be sent to the radiation zone to perform tasks.

Seeing this, the chiefs of other tribes also threatened in a formal manner.

It was the turn of the Fire Fist Tribe. Because Su Mo was seriously injured, Huang Xiangyu was the one who divided the slaves on his behalf.

And considering that Shadu was killed by Thomas, the Fire Fist Tribe currently had the largest population.

A full 35 people.

Counting the original population of the Fire Fist Tribe, it was only a single digit away from a hundred people.

"Captain Huang, we should keep in touch more often in the future!"

"Captain Huang, if you need anything, just tell us directly. We tribes won't talk nonsense."

"Yes, yes, it's a pity that Chief Su didn't come today. We will visit him in person another day."

"As long as we can survive the deep winter, next year will definitely be better than last year!"

"..."

If Huang Xiangyu appeared in such an occasion before, he would not cooperate with the chiefs at all.

However, now, the chiefs of the six tribes almost surrounded him the whole time, calling him Captain Huang.

In response, Huang Xiangyu smiled and nodded.

He knew very well that these people did not respect him, nor did they have any interests to covet from him.

He could have his current status because of the Thomas priest and... Chief Sumo!

"Chief, priest... I will not live up to this trust, and I will... become stronger!"

Looking at the anxious slaves, Huang Xiangyu made a decision in his heart.

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Time flies.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

The death of Shadu and the defeat of the Benlei tribe restored the usual tranquility of the 37th crack.

During this period, the forces in the dark seemed to have determined that Shadu died at the hands of foreign priests.

Su Mo arranged for people to set up many guards around the Fire Fist tribe, but they were not used in the end.

"It seems that my approach is right. At least I have gained some precious development time."

Sitting cross-legged in the empty tribe leader's hut, the oil lamp on the table illuminated Su Mo's eyes.

In front of him were two ancient and heavy sheepskin books.

One of them came from the Bingyun tribe, named "Oracle Records", which recorded the situations of many mortals receiving oracles, as well as the rewards whose authenticity was uncertain.

The other one came from the Benlei tribe, named "Priest Ceremony Ceremony", which recorded more than ten different rituals in detail, each with its own unique effects.

In half a month, Su Mo had engraved all the contents of the two books in his heart while recuperating.

Now, except for the lack of divine talent, his professional ability is no less than that of an ordinary tribal priest.

However, it is precisely because of this that the importance of divine talent is highlighted.

After all, no matter how much you know, without talent, you are still just an ordinary mortal.

You must obtain talent according to the regulations to truly break away from the mortal class and embark on the road to becoming stronger.

"If you want to obtain talent, according to the rules of this world, there are only two ways to choose."

"First, find the elusive oracle, that is, to trigger the task assigned by the game. As long as you can complete some special tasks, you will get the reward of the game and get the talent. This is how the first priests were born.

It's a pity that there are very few oracles that have not been completed yet, and there are only a few left after screening divine talent. If the person who designed the world is sure that I will choose this method, it is very likely that there are still big pits in it!"

Many thoughts flashed in Su Mo's mind.

If time goes back three or five years, it is not difficult to find unknown oracles to complete this path.

According to the records in the Oracle Records, many ordinary mortals just went out for a walk and accidentally triggered some special oracles, and easily obtained the divine talent rewarded by the game.

However, to this day, this type of oracle has been tried and completed by countless people.

According to the records, the number of times the oracle has been completed has long been consumed.

Even if you copy the behavior of those people one-to-one, you will never get the reward from the "God".

Try to find a new oracle?

Su Mo just thought about it and rejected this dangerous idea.

After seeing the ability of the priests and the status of ordinary mortals, he now even felt that it was a miracle that he could walk to the Fire Fist Tribe for four consecutive days at the beginning!

It is very likely that the game has been guiding him from behind, so he avoided some dangerous areas.

Otherwise, he would have to fight fiercely when he encountered those snow bandits who wandered in the cracks and lived by looting.

In this way, there is only one way to get talent.

Accumulate the divine ore and complete the talent ritual.

Thomas was not talking nonsense. Three kilograms of divine ore is indeed the safest number in the records.

Even people with no talent can rely on the power of the ritual to get rewards from the "God".

However, there are also many people in the records who are sure that their talents are explosive and only use one kilogram to complete the talent ritual.

There are also some gamblers who use less to complete the talent ritual and get rid of the mortal body.

But in the final analysis, these records are of limited reference value and cannot be implemented as a feasible plan.

In the case of being unable to judge his own talent, Su Mo does not want to risk wasting the divine ore that he has collected with great difficulty.

Therefore, three kilograms of divine ore is a must!

"It's really troublesome. Although Thomas is close to becoming a fourth-level priest, even if he becomes a fourth-level priest, he still cannot absolutely crush the 37th crack. It can only be said that he is self-protective enough when facing a large tribe."

"And if you rely on your strength to plunder other tribes, what's the difference between you and the Thunder Tribe? If you are really hit by a passing priest from a low-numbered crack, all your plans will be over!"

Inevitably, Su Mo once again felt how deep the mind of the designer of the world is.

Zhang Tai can marry his daughter to the Yunxiao Tribe in the small Zhushikeng Tribe, and the two tribes will form a strong alliance.

Those tribes of fourth-level priests and fifth-level priests will inevitably have strong help from outside the crack.

Unless you have the absolute crushing strength, you will only fall into a passive position if you act rashly.

"No, am I thinking too complicated?!"

With this in mind, Su Mo reviewed all the information he had collected.

Close your eyes.

Countless information flashed through his mind, forming an airtight net.

This is the net set up by the designer, just to trap him, the fish, in the net.

And if he wants to jump out of this net, the only exit is the two holes on the top.

"No, it's not like that. If we follow the other party's arrangement, how can we jump out of this net?"

Suddenly, Su Mo realized the crux of the problem.

Since the aliens can design a world where magic is respected, they must have anticipated whether humans will be more powerful than the aliens after mastering magic.

If we follow the other party's design, I am afraid that even if I become a ninth-level priest in the end, it will still be useless.

The aliens must have a way to restrain human magic, which is the real conspiracy!

"Choosing the magic route can solve the current difficulties, but it can't win the final battle of faith."

"Battle of faith..."

"Faith!"

Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes and broke out in a cold sweat.

In a world where magic is respected, people forget the real purpose of entering the world while pursuing virtual power.

Whether it is talent or magic, these are actually means to accumulate faith.

In the end, what the parties competed for was faith, not the so-called magic, not fighting!

Su Mo stood up and pushed open the window.

Compared with half a month ago, the current Fire Fist Tribe has grown a lot, and several new sheds have been built.

The slaves assigned were also very conscious, rushing to work every day, and digging up a lot of radioactive ore.

Do these people have faith?

Probably not.

Not to mention them, perhaps even the priest Thomas still has not implemented the concept of "God".

Their degree of faith should be the firmness of their beliefs.

Once the belief collapses, the faith will collapse with it!

And if you want to fight for faith, how can it be enough to rely on this spontaneous belief?

"Fortunately, it's not too late to realize this."

Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

He was extremely fortunate that it was not too late to find a breakthrough.

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Wow!

It was late at night again.

A ray of ancient gray divine light fell from the sky, pouring on Thomas, leaving a rune mark.

Compared with the miracle of the promotion from level 2 to level 3, the promotion from level 3 to level 4 seemed much more common.

Not only was there no special reward like "going to the mortal gate", but even the gains of low-level divine arts had reached the end.

Thomas made a simple test, and the speed of the fire fist technique increased slightly again, but the power increased by less than 20%.

Although it was enough to dominate everything in the surrounding tribes, it was definitely not enough to compare with the old fourth-level priests of the same level!

There was no way.

In addition to divine arts, low-level priests sometimes needed close combat, and priests often turned over in the hands of mortals.

But for high-level priests, the source of their combat power had long been comprehensive.

Not only physical fitness was very important.

Powerful attack divine arts, special divine arts that could make the final decision, and unknown secret rituals.

These were the true foundation of the priests.

This is the fundamental reason why those low-number cracks can still firmly suppress the high-number cracks until today.

"Patriarch, I have been promoted to level 4!"

Before dawn, Thomas stood in front of Somo's shack wearing a long coat, waiting for Somo to get up and open the door to report as soon as possible.

"Priest Thomas, actually you don't have to be like this. I...believe you."

Before Somo finished speaking, he saw Thomas stubbornly shaking his head.

"Patriarch, there is no need to say such words in the future. Thomas is where he is today, all thanks to the patriarch."

"If I forget my roots, won't I deviate from my original intention of becoming a priest?"

Thomas said it very seriously.

Just like these days, no matter what the occasion, he would always talk about Soma, the patriarch.

So much so that the new slaves are wondering why the priests of the Fire Fist Tribe respect a mortal leader so much, which is completely inconsistent with their understanding of the tribal structure.

"If you think so, I won't stop you, but I happen to have something to tell you!"

Somo smiled and nodded, motioning for Thomas to follow him into the room.

Compared with the past few days, there is a bit more scholarly atmosphere in the patriarch's shack today.

One after another, thick and simple books were piled in the corner, occupying nearly a quarter of the room.

However, after entering the house, Thomas' attention was not on these books, but on the "ornaments" on the large work table.

"Clan leader, what is this?"

Thomas narrowed his eyes slightly. Figurine ornaments were not common in the wasteland, especially this one which looked unusual.

Moreover, using his magical talent, he could vaguely sense that there was a special power contained in this ornament.

Although it is weak, it is inextricably linked to divine magic.

"This is God's reward!"

Sumo said loudly without blushing or heartbeat.

"Same as the divine spell given to you before, this is a reward given to our Fire Fist tribe by the 'Big Stone' God!"

"What?"

Thomas was shocked, a look of astonishment flashed across his face.

"I said, this is the reward given to our Fire Fist tribe by the 'Big Rock' God!"

Soma repeated it again.

Although he had already guessed that it would be difficult to implement a named god, Thomas' reaction exceeded his previous expectations.

"The Stone God?"

Thomas swallowed and his expression suddenly became nervous.

There are 112 radiation cracks. Except for the gods that the snow bandits believe in have names and surnames, the beliefs of other tribes are just unified 'gods'.

This ‘god’ has no name, no surname, no roots, no bottom, and no desires.

Many people once wanted to give him a name and build a shrine, but in the end they all ended up with the same result.

Faith collapses and talent disappears.

The tribe was in civil strife, and everything disappeared in the long river of history.

"Clan leader, you...could you have been deceived by the snow bandit?"

Cold sweat dripped from Thomas's forehead, and he glanced cautiously at Somo standing in front of the table.

She was worried that speaking so bluntly would hurt Somo's self-esteem, and she was also worried that she had not warned him enough and would allow the Fire Fist tribe to be deceived by the snow bandits.

Once you believe in these wild gods and insult the true God, you will be punished by the gods...

The great development situation of the Fire Fist Tribe may completely collapse in an instant.

And even he, a fourth-level priest, would lose his talent in an instant and become a mortal.

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