The last month in the gambling world.

Sumo worked hard to organize and compile all the research materials that could be collected into a complete reference book.

"Theosophy"

It not only completely records the birth and growth process of magical organs, but also records the contrasting reactions of the organs when humans use magical arts.

I can’t say how much this information will help humans in the world of faith, but at least putting it on the bookshelf will allow researchers from the Fire Fist Tribe to remember this matter.

In addition, Sumo will also selectively retain the advanced technologies brought out in the asynchronous space.

For the Fire Fist tribe, whose productivity is still extremely backward, as long as they can master these technologies, rebuilding human civilization in the cracks will no longer be an unreachable task.

However, considering that the emergence of these technologies is so abnormal, it will be difficult to fool them even with divine gifts.

Sumo bought a safe, upgraded it slightly, and set a special opening time.

One week after the gambling battle ends, the safe will automatically trigger a special signal and call Thomas, Borna and Huang Xiangyu to come.

After verifying your identity, the safe will open and the information inside will be automatically spit out.

On the contrary, if it is opened in advance or violently, the data inside will be burned instantly.

It cost nearly 150 special survival points to upgrade this safe, which made Sumo quite distressed.

But as long as he thought that he could leave something to this world and bring some changes here, he still resolutely did so.

"I think the old priest will be so frightened that he jumps up!"

Su Mo grinned and couldn't help but want to laugh just when that picture appeared in his mind.

"Why am I jumping up?" A sinister voice appeared in my ears.

Sumo was startled, and when he turned around, he found Thomas standing next to him.

"Damn it, why are you like a ghost, walking without making any sound?"

"Shadow walking technique, eighth level divine technique."

Thomas spread his hands and said, "Chief, I think you should stop instilling it for a while. You are still a sixth-level priest after such a long time, and Borna has brought back so many high-level magics that you are not even interested in taking a look.

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Although Soma has poured energy into hundreds of people in the past six months and forcibly promoted all first-level priests to second-level priests, to this day, Thomas still doesn't quite understand why he did this.

In the world of faith, a sixth-level holy priest is far more important than a hundred second-level priests.

One ninth-level holy priest is more important than ten thousand third-level high priests.

Give up your own level improvement and instead instill the experience gained through daily practice into others. This kind of spirit of self-sacrifice...

Well, Thomas felt that he was not qualified to criticize Somo's behavior.

After all, the group of second-level priests are completely loyal to the tribe, and their faith in the Stone God has also exploded.

In a sense, at a time when holy priests do not need to defend against external enemies, a large number of second-level priests have indeed alleviated many conflicts that may arise in the rapid development of the Fire Fist tribe.

Teams of residents led by them participated in the development of the tribe in an extremely harmonious way.

Especially the competition system created by Sumo, if it can develop as planned, hundreds of villages and towns will be born under the Fire Fist tribe in the future.

"Why do I need such a high level? Aren't you enough for me?"

When it came to cultivation, Somo seemed to be a different person. He sat down lazily and his bones all went soft.

If it weren't for the purpose of instilling energy and attracting more followers, he wouldn't be too lazy to find someone to practice the greeting skill every day.

"I'm old. I can protect the Fire Fist tribe for a while, but I can't protect the Su clan leader for a lifetime."

Thomas puffed his beard and glared angrily, "I heard from Huang Xiangyu that you haven't dealt with government affairs for a month, isn't it? My old man is still fighting on the front line every day, why do you, a young man, plan to retire?!"

"Fuck, this kid has just been promoted to the fifth level priest, and he dares to say bad things about me!"

Sumo curled his lips.

However, Thomas did not end the topic as he usually did. Instead, he advised with earnest words, "If you plan to let Huang Xiangyu take over these complicated government affairs, it is also good. You should calm down and practice to the ninth level priest as soon as possible. When we don't have to be afraid at all,

Any tribe can start leaving Crack No. 37!"

"Leave, why did you leave?"

Sumo shook his head and interrupted, "Priest Thomas, we did not come here just to be king and dominate. So what if we go to the No. 1 Crack, what if all the tribesmen are priests?"

The two of them had never discussed this topic before, and now that it was brought up, Thomas was a little stunned.

"You're not going to leave?"

"Of course I have to leave." Sumo chuckled, "But it's not about leaving Crack No. 37, it's about leaving this damn wasteland and returning to Earth."

"Earth..."

Thomas murmured these two words and gradually fell into deep thought.

It’s such a strange and distant word.

It is so far away that it is difficult for human beings living in the world of faith to think of these two words unless Sumo mentions them.

The two were silent for a long time.

Thomas shook his head imperceptibly, his body quickly flattened and slid into the shadow of the room, and then disappeared from Somo's sight.

He's gone.

It's not that I don't want to continue talking about this heavy topic with Somo, but I need to find a place to relieve my negative emotions.

"What he said is right. If he wants to leave, he also means leaving this wasteland and returning to the earth."

Thomas glanced back hard.

Through the interface between the shadow world and the real world, Soma was still half-lying on the stool with a calm expression.

And those dark eyes seemed to be reflecting a blue planet!

...

Time passed day by day, and before I knew it, only the last day was left and the gambling battle was about to end.

Early in the morning, the game panel announced the tribes shortlisted for the Battle of Faith, as well as the scores of all tribes.

"How did this score come about? Is it that each believer is counted as one point and weighted according to the level of belief?"

Sumo flipped through the panels in confusion.

[Fire Fist Tribe, camp: human, ranking: 1, belief score: 871530.]

[Ten Thousand Snakes Tribe, camp: Alien, ranking: 2, faith score: 17210]

[Red Leopard Tribe, camp: Alien, ranking: 3, faith score: 16990]

【...】

[Changshui Tribe, camp: human, ranking: 99, faith score: 16050]

【...】

There are a total of 10,000 tribes shortlisted for the battle of faith.

Among them, there are 1,100 humans and 8,900 aliens.

In the top 100 rankings from top to bottom, except for the Fire Fist tribe, which has a cliff-like lead, the other tribes are not far behind.

The gap between the second-placed Wanshe Tribe and the ninety-nine-placed Changshui Tribe is only a little over a thousand.

Only when you reach the 800th place do you see a big gap, and the score suddenly drops below 10,000.

At the same time, human tribes only occupy 84 places among the top 1,000 in the rankings.

There seems to be a huge gap in strength between the two sides, but as long as one sees the huge gap between Soma and the second place, no one will think that the alien race will have an advantage in the next battle of faith.

"With 10,000 finalists, how will the next battle of faith play out?"

Sumo looked forward to it.

On his last day in the world of faith, he didn't say goodbye to anyone, and he didn't even behave in any unusual way.

In the morning, after breakfast, I started saying hello and gaining experience.

At noon, a lucky first-level priest will be randomly selected and turned into a fan of the Stone God.

In the afternoon, we inspected the development of the Fire Fist tribe, especially the recently launched Fire Fist Dam, which is an important livelihood facility related to hundreds of thousands of people.

In the evening, after dinner, Somo went to the small bar in Fire Fist Town and drank two glasses of double-distilled wine as usual.

Thanks to the fact that the patriarch of the clan came from a humble background, he has never put on airs with ordinary people.

Another wealthy resident paid for this meal, and he even found a camera from nowhere and insisted on dragging Somo along to take a photo.

"It's just this once, it won't happen next time!"

Sumo smiled, held the other person in his arms, and recorded a precious photo.

By the time I left the bar, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Somo walked aimlessly in the Fire Fist tribe, and naturally there were no extra guards accompanying him. After all, he was still a sixth-level holy priest.
To be continued...