Chapter 247: The Seal of the Battle Priesthood

The existence of earth deities has actually lowered the threshold for becoming a god, while totem deities serve as an opportunity for the native mortals of this world to achieve divinity. For outsiders like Donald, who do not intend to settle in the Totem Continent and defend a territory, it represents a chance to strengthen their power and grasp the mysteries of the laws.
Of course, this is assuming Donald hasn’t disassembled the totem deity through the Book of Truth to gather fragments of its divinity. With these fragments, it’s ten times, even a hundred times easier than trying to understand the totem deity on one’s own.

It was late at night again, and Donald along with Vincent sneaked into the heart of the Cancer Island tribe, beneath the totem of the Cancer God, protected by a divine energy barrier.
The totem of the Cancer God was a huge rock carved with the image of a ferocious sea crab. Beneath the rock was a spring that formed a shallow pool, where a giant crab with blue shells and sharp, barbed spines lay in the water, blowing bubbles.
Clearly, this Cancer God was a deity with a physical form—such deities are usually more powerful than natural spirits that gain divinity after death.
Considering that the Cancer God would likely be far stronger than the Bird of Thorns God, and having learned from the fishermen of Cancer Island that the Cancer God had a cruel temperament and enjoyed tearing apart those who angered it alive, Donald wasn’t willing to risk the Female Sword Saint and Uther as bait. So he brought Carlisle along as well.
The task of attacking the totem was left to Vincent and Donald. With Vincent’s greatly enhanced strength and Donald’s ingenious tactics, even if the Cancer God was powerful, as long as it didn’t exceed the Golden Limit, it would be at their mercy.
The plan… went smoothly. Perhaps because the Cancer God, being a sea crab by origin, had even lower intelligence than the Bird of Thorns God, it became enraged upon spotting the three intruders and was lured outside the island. Sensing that its totem was under attack, it didn’t return immediately—either because it believed its defenses were strong enough or because it was overly confident in its own power.
It wasn’t until the protective barrier of the totem deity was broken and its divinity faced direct threat that it panicked.
But the crab wasn’t known for its speed, and even as a god, it hadn’t changed much in that regard. Its enhancements were focused on defense, and it was already too late to rush back.

When the Crab God completely ignored the attacks behind him and charged forward with his formidable defenses to return to his altar, he happened to see a human mage using a book-like illusion to sever the connection between his totemic divinity and claim it for himself. The Crab God immediately let out a painful scream; the light around him vanished instantly, and the light in his fist-sized crab eyes dimmed. His strength dropped from the peak of gold to the middle level of gold. Without his totemic divinity, he had been reduced from a being with divine bloodline and earthly power to a mere magical beast that was slightly stronger than ordinary ones. Such an ordinary magical beast could even be defeated by a Sword Saint at the early gold level using skillful swordsmanship and human intelligence. Thus, it was quickly taken care of by Carlisle and Vincent. Perhaps this crab was originally a highly defensive exotic sea crab, and its shell, refined by divine power over many years, was as sturdy as refined gold. Even Vincent’s legendary longsword could only leave a shallow scratch on it, causing them a slight trouble. However, though the crab’s shell was hard, its insides were very delicate. After being struck several times on its back shell by Carlisle and the others, the powerful force penetrated through the shell and shattered its internal organs, causing it to lose its life quickly. Crab Island was dozens of miles away from the nearest Iron Bell Island. Their battle went smoothly without causing much noise, so it was unlikely to attract outside attention. So Donald calmly stored the loot and teleported everyone back to their hidden island. As soon as they returned to the stone chamber, Carlisle eagerly urged Donald to distribute the loot quickly. Today, he had seen Vincent, a Sword Saint who was originally slightly weaker than him, make rapid progress and reach the peak of gold, far surpassing him. This made Carlisle even more eager for the power he could gain by fusing divine fragments. Donald smiled indifferently, took out both the totem and the crab’s body, and immediately disassembled the totemic divinity to refine the divine fragments. The Crab God’s strength was greater than that of the Thornbird God. Although part of this was reflected in his physical form, his divine power level was indeed higher than that of the Thornbird God. This difference could be seen from the fact that the Crab God ruled over a tribe of thousands on a large island alone, while the Thornbird God’s territory consisted of just three small fishing villages.

Perhaps due to his inherently cruel and aggressive nature, the Crab God not only possessed domains related to water and sediment but also a combat domain mark. Donald simply transformed other lower-level divine positions and domain marks into a combat divine position mark. Although it was somewhat wasteful, it was worth it. After all, the combat divine position was extremely powerful, and the true gods who mastered it were all very strong—beings who had fought their way through seas of swords and corpses. Hearing Donald’s description of this divine fragment, everyone became uneasy. This divine fragment was suitable for almost everyone present, even Vincent, who already had one, was envious. However, after careful consideration, Donald decided it was best to have Carlisle fuse it. Firstly, Carlisle was already the strongest among them, and by fusing this divine fragment, he might reach the legendary level, greatly enhancing the team’s strength and bringing more benefits. If given to the Female Sword Saint or Uther, at most they would advance by one small level in a short time—legendary versus golden, and the power gap between them couldn’t be made up by mere numbers. Even Donald himself, if he fused this divine fragment, would at most reach the upper stages of the golden level. So he voluntarily gave up this opportunity, and Uther naturally followed his master’s decision. The Female Sword Saint, Abel, wasn’t unreasonable either; after thinking for a moment, she agreed. As for Vincent, since he had already been given his first chance, he naturally had no right to object. “Carlisle, don’t get too excited. This opportunity is a favor to you—later, you’ll have to work hard to make up for the others!” “Don’t worry, I definitely will!” Excitedly, Carlisle rushed to fuse the divine fragment in his hands, but Donald stopped him immediately, saying irritably, “What’s the rush? There are still good things left to distribute!” “Hehe!” The once shrewd and decisive Demon Sword Carlisle now could only grin foolishly.

Donald shook his head, ignoring his smug attitude after reaping such benefits. Pointing at the body of the Giant Crab God, he said, “This crab shell is an excellent material. Though it’s not a true divine body, it’s still superior to the materials from legendary creatures. There’s a decent chance we can craft equipment at the level of divine artifacts!” Carlisle immediately replied, “Donald, just keep these for yourself! None of us know anything about crafting equipment. Only a master like you can make the most of such fine materials!” “Exactly! Just having this opportunity is already a huge blessing. Next time, you don’t need to inform us—just keep these supplementary materials for yourself!” “Alright then!” Donald nodded. “But this fresh crab meat is one of the most delicious seafoods in the world, especially since it’s been nourished by divinity. Even though the divinity has been extracted to form fragments of the divine essence, the meat still contains magical energy—its effects are comparable to advanced alchemical potions. The best things should be shared among everyone!” This time, Carlisle said nothing more. He and Uther worked together to split the giant crab in half from its tail and abdomen, ensuring the crab shell material wasn’t damaged. Of course, given the hardness of the shell, even they would find it extremely difficult to break it. After splitting the crab open, they revealed its pure white, high-quality meat and abundant crab roe. “It’s a shame it’s a male crab. If it were a female, it would be even better with all that crab roe inside,” Donald remarked. But the crab roe was still great. He immediately took out a set of tools from his storage space. Using a cooking method combined from his past life and the main world, he prepared a feast of divine crabs—steamed crab meat with roe, spicy crab meat, crab meat buns, and roasted crab legs, among other delicacies. Even the Female Sword Saint set aside her pride in front of the men and ate just as much as the others. After enjoying this delicious meal, all five felt their energy surge, eager to engage in a fierce battle to release it. Donald, the seemingly ordinary mage, also felt his physique gradually strengthening. He estimated that after digesting the energy from this feast in two or three days, his strength would likely reach that of a high-tier Golden Sword Saint! Carlisle, meanwhile, couldn’t contain himself anymore—he covered his stomach and let out loud cries of pleasure. He no longer cared about fusing the fragments of the divine essence. Mouth watering, he said to Donald, “If I had known you were such a great cook, I should have come to your lord’s mansion every day to eat free as soon as I arrived on the surface! Life would have been so much more comfortable!”

Donald gritted his teeth and walked over to kick the kid.
“I’m not your hired chef! Get lost and go merge your divine fragment by the wall, or I’ll take it back and merge it myself…” Hearing this, Carlisle hurriedly got up, chuckled, and took the divine fragment bearing the seal of the combat deity to a corner of the stone chamber.
Having spent time with Carlisle, Donald knew his true nature! Some so-called leader of a magic sword and blood battle mercenary group? He was nothing but a gluttonous and lazy scoundrel!