Chapter 289: The Messenger of Disaster and the Death Star
Deathblight Sinlu is a calamity bringer.
Just like the name of his profession, it reveals the evil aura.
He is a character who can attract enough "warm holy light" just by appearing in the vision of the paladin.
If it weren't for the fact that a kind god once bestowed a divine weapon on a holy warrior who was hunting him.
I'm afraid his notoriety has already been known to several worlds.
But now, he can only wander timidly among the many small worlds.
Stealing development is never exclusive to kind characters...
The Doombringer draws power from the decay of life and matter.
But the battlefield is an exception - that is the place for the war lord.
Moreover, the blood and energy filled with turbulent will are not conducive to the absorption of disaster power.
Only the large-scale extinction of life caused by epidemics is what the messengers of disaster love.
The messenger of disaster believes that the real world is a distorted and cruel existence.
It bestows a ruthless and hopeless fate upon the people of the world, making them struggle and twist in the iron cage forged by desires and ideals...
And the world, in some distorted and indescribable form, stares coldly at the struggles of all beings.
It is both fate and constant torture...
Only disaster - that cold, unexpected destruction, is the sweetest relief that the world bestows on all living beings.
Driving and controlling disasters so that people can finally rest in peace is the destiny pursued by the messenger of disaster.
It is worth mentioning that the relationship between the Doombringer and the Necromancer is extremely bad.
Because the messenger of disaster views death as a sacred and noble tranquility.
But the Necromancer raises souls from their graves that have already found eternal peace.
This is a more thorough evil than the cruel reality! Although in the eyes of others, what the messengers of disaster do is not much better than some evil necromancers.
But the messengers of disaster do not think their actions are evil.
The same is true for Death Plague Xinlu...
Pursued by the holy warriors, he wandered through various worlds .
He witnessed the struggles of mortals under many destinies, which was something that other network players often overlooked.
He went deep into the homes of those poor, staggering old people and listened to them talk about the good things that happened in their youth.
I have also been to societies with abundant material wealth and seen workers with numb faces performing repetitive movements like puppets.
The more he understood, the more Death Plague Xinlu felt the desolation of all living beings under the sacredness.
He felt compassion and wanted to redeem them...
But the messenger of disaster is not the messenger of death, and Death Plague Xinlu will not carry out those small-scale activities.
One "redemption" does not change anything.
Only a thorough "cleansing" can bring about thorough and permanent changes.
This time, Death Plague Xinlu came to this world in the hope of finding some inspiration from the rain of fire that destroyed everything.
And the things that turn to dust under the rain of fire will also bring him more powerful power.
Power is not what Deathblight Xinlu desires, but his "redemption" requires power...
It will take some time for the rain of fire to arrive.
Deathblight Xinlu glanced at his comprehensive network panel and found this week's world mission.
Inheritance treasure chest?
Seems like pretty good stuff...
Death Yi Xinlu was slightly stunned and his heart was moved.
And in the sea of stars that he had not noticed, a star with an unknown meaning lit up slightly...
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"Oh, someone's death star flashed."
A male player with long yellow hair and colorful clothes like a bard suddenly looked up at the sky and said.
"Can Ans's stars still shine in this world? Goethe, it's time to upgrade your astrology."
The companion who was eating barbecue nearby tore off a large piece of crispy meat skin, then glanced at the player named Goethe and said.
"No, no, no."
"The Death Star is no ordinary star."
"It is a symbol of death and doom, not a specific name belonging to a certain world or star."
Goethe smoothed his long hair and shook his head.
"Magic!"
"If you weren't my teammate, I would have punched you!"
"If it weren't for that witch, I would still be eating barbecue and dating noble ladies in my own manor!"
The companion flexed his muscles and spoke sullenly.
"The one you hung on the tree and asked her how many lashes she would receive?"
Goethe shrugged his shoulders and didn't care.
Instead, he asked his companions about the witch.
"What else?"
"That guy is a liar,"
The companion chewed the barbecue in his mouth fiercely, and it seemed that he still had a deep grudge against the witch.
"But later I discovered that in other worlds, those who talk nonsense are often better fighters."
The companion suddenly paused and said.
"I figured it out later - those who can't fight will probably be hammered to death again."
"The remaining ones we may encounter are naturally difficult to deal with."
The companion shook his head, looking very unhappy with this existence.
"Don't worry, man, nothing will go wrong this time!"
"I'm at level 4 in Star Studies!"
Goethe said confidently.
"Last time you said you saw some omen of treasure, and then you took me on a journey of thousands of miles along the mountain roads."
"That's not what I said when I finally dug up a pair of rotten pants."
His companion looked at him suspiciously and said.
"That thing isn't a piece of rotten pants. We didn't find the Goblin King in the end."
"The treasure omen only means that its value is high enough, but its scope of application is narrow and is not included in the observed information..."
"What do you think, Haru?"
Goethe looked at his temporary teammate who was silently gnawing on the meat on the other side.
He is quite optimistic about this new temporary teammate.
After all, there aren't many druids who can perform tricks so well.
On this point, Goethe thought the other party was a sufficiently interesting existence.
However, the effect of this trick is really good...
Goethe was playing with the cup in his hand, which was a dead branch in a corner an hour ago.
The good news is that Goethe was able to perceive that the essence of the thing had not changed.
Otherwise, he felt that he might have met the incarnation of a god with creation-related authority.
Of course, some extremely outrageous wizards also have a trick that can be called a wishing magic.
However, it still feels a bit strange for a druid to perform such a trick so well...
Fortunately, the strong natural aura on the other person is not fake.
Although compared to the druid players he had met before, this one's aura seemed a little wilder.
But at least he's not a wizard, and that's enough.
Goethe thought silently.
For some reason, Goethe had a natural fear of the profession of mage.
