Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

The island, if talking about its position on the chessboard, is located at the star position in the southwest corner.

A black man covered in white tattoos said to another black man whose muscles were even more exaggerated than those of comic book characters,

"Luo Yaduo, are there only the three of us in the temple?"

"Definitely not. I've already smelled the presence of people from other temples. This island... will be heavily polluted."

"What do we do now? Are we here to pollute this place?"

Luo Yaduo's exaggerated muscles flexed, even shimmering with a diamond-like luster. He raised his eyebrows and said,

"Palus, you can go ahead with that. Even though there are scents of our own kind, other people from the Pantheon have the favor of many gods and have a certain immunity to other types of pollution."

"Then I'll start. Should I start spreading it from here?"

Palus's skin was an oddly deep black, the kind that could perfectly camouflage in a pile of coal with his eyes closed.

But his body was covered with various white patterns of the Witch Clan.

Palus was relatively frail, standing next to Luo Yaduo, who was a muscle maniac; visually, they looked like two different species.

Palus wasn't so bad, though. Despite being slender, he still had a normal human figure.

Luo Yaduo, on the other hand, looked like a bunch of explosive muscles with a person growing in the middle.

The reason for this was that Palus worshipped the gods of decay and misfortune.

Luo Yaduo worshipped the gods of muscle and strength.

Behind them was another person playing the role of observer, with a sly look in his eyes, sores on his head, and inverted triangle eyes that made him look particularly sleazy.

This one was no less important; he worshipped the gods of eavesdropping and voyeurism.

The three came from three different departments in the Pantheon: the Heavenly Punishment Group responsible for killing, the Heavenly Eye Group responsible for collecting intelligence, and the Heavenly Revelation Group in charge of spreading divine prophecy.

But if you were to classify them on a higher level, they could also be considered to be in the same department.

Each group had twelve senior members and one group leader.

The three of them were senior members.

This was considered a very powerful force among the summoned fallen believers of the Pantheon, and although they were not on the level of a monster like Karlando, they were still exceptionally strong in the eyes of the Fate Walkers.

"I've overheard someone that I've never seen before speaking in Dragonese, hehehe."

The third member of the Pantheon's second team said.

"Oh, I knew this island wasn't devoid of people, but I didn't expect to find Dragonese here. Looks like we'll have to go and exchange greetings."

"The bishops are very eager to collect information on Dragonese," Luo Yaduo said to Palus and the team's third member, Bandel.

Bandel grinned and said,

"Information gained through torture is still information. It seems we've received an unusual summoning, perhaps placing us, the Fate Walkers, and the Prophets who we rarely come into contact with, in one place."

"Such an opportunity should not be missed, should it?"

"Then let's pollute them."

The Pantheon's second team had already locked onto the Prophet's second team through the powers of the followers of the god of eavesdropping and voyeurism.

Ke Zhongye and Guan Canghai, the duck Prophet from the Future Gate, were about to face a battle.

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Star position directly south of the island.

"President... I've taken a look, and I'm sorry, my peeping seems to only inform me about the ingredients of these things."

"This fog seems to be the exhalation of some special creature that can shield certain perceptions."

"But with these strange rocks, I only understand their composition, hardness, but no other information."

The snow demon looked at the strange rocks, a bit at a loss.

As a peeper, in a place with unknown rules, the task was to find the rules.

On this point, Guang Tongchen realized that Zhou Baiyu was actually better than the peeper.

Nevertheless, Guang Tongchen thought the snow demon had done well enough.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Guang Tongchen asked.

Having a peeper naturally required asking for the peeper's advice more often.

"No, none... I'm sorry."

Guang Tongchen was actually somewhat perplexed; the snow demon had been summoned several times, and the cooperation between Zhou Baiyu and the snow demon was just once, with the subsequent summons being either the snow demon alone or with other people.

Logically, it shouldn't lack the ability to think.

Guang Tongchen had still underestimated the power of "One Shot Soul."

If someone is lucky enough to always have good luck in passing the tests and always has strong allies, why would they need to use their brain?

Ling Hansu was not bad-looking, and fundamentally not dumb, but the brain is the kind of thing that gets sluggish if not used.

Guang Tongchen could only look towards Wu Xin.

As a Fate Walker, Wu Xin said,

"President Guang, I can't see the fortunes here clearly; it's too chaotic. Many people's fates are intertwined, like a bunch of headphone cords tangled together."

There was indeed a gap between Wu Xin and Guan Canghai.

Guan Canghai, as a legendary Prophet, even stepping on the path of fate, still had a better grasp of the direction of fortunes than Wu Xin.

Guang Tongchen said,

"Since neither fate nor wisdom can give us a clear choice, let's trust our intuition then."

As a gambler, Guang Tongchen quickly made a decision:

"Let's head south; I believe there is an opportunity for us there. Do you agree?"

This question was directed at the snow demon, who thought for a while, looked to the south, and, feeling no discomfort, nodded.

And Wu Xin asked,

"The south should be towards the coast, right? Are we not choosing to delve deeper into the island?"

"Not for now; until we understand the rules, I'd like to try to find other teams first. Maybe we'll run into Jiang Xianwu."