Death Plague-Xinlu is a bringer of disaster.
Just like his professional name, it exudes an evil aura.
He is a character who can attract enough "warm holy light" just by appearing in the sight of the paladin.
If it weren't for the fact that a kind god once gave a divine weapon to a certain paladin who was chasing him.
I'm afraid, his notoriety is already known to several worlds.
But now, he can only wander around in many small worlds timidly.
Stealing development is never exclusive to kind characters...
Disasterbringers draw strength from the decay of life and matter.
Except for the battlefield - that's where the war lord belongs.
Moreover, it is not conducive to absorbing the power of disaster if it is full of blood that stirs up the will.
Only the large-scale destruction of life caused by epidemics is what the disaster messengers love.
The Disaster Bringer believes that the real world is a distorted and cruel existence.
It gives the world a ruthless and desperate fate, leaving them struggling and twisting in the iron cage cast by desires and ideals...
The world, on the other hand, stares coldly at the struggle of all living beings in some twisted and indescribable form.
It is both fate and endless torture...
Only disaster - the cold, unexpected destruction, is the sweetest relief that the world can bestow on all living beings.
Driving and controlling disasters so that the world can finally find peace is the destiny pursued by disaster messengers.
It is worth mentioning that the relationship between the Disasterbringer and the Necromancer is extremely bad.
Because the Disasterbringer's view of death is one of sacred and sublime tranquility.
But the necromancer raises the soul that has found eternal peace from the grave.
This is a more complete evil than the cruel reality! Although in the eyes of others, what the disaster bringers did is no better than some evil necromancers.
But the bringers of disaster do not think their actions are evil.
The same goes for Death Plague-Xinlu...
Pursued by the paladin, he traveled around the world.
He witnessed those mortal beings struggling under many fates, which is something that other online players often ignore.
He went deep into the homes of those poor old people who were staggering and listened to them talk about the blessings of their youth.
I have also been to a materially affluent society and seen workers with numb faces performing repetitive movements like golems.
The more he understands Death Plague-Xinlu, the more he feels the desolation that belongs to all living beings under the holiness.
He felt compassion and wanted to redeem them...
But the bringer of disaster is not the bringer of death, and Death Plague-Xinlu will not carry out those small-scale activities.
One "redemption" cannot change anything.
A thorough "cleansing" can bring about complete and permanent changes.
But this time, Death Plague-Xinlu came to this world, hoping to find 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 Xin Lu desires, but his "salvation" requires power...
It will take some time for the rain of fire to arrive.
Death Plague-Xinlu glanced at his comprehensive network panel, and he discovered this week's world quest.
Inherited treasure chest?
It seems to be a very good thing...
Death Plague-Xin Lu was slightly startled, and his heart moved.
And in the sea of stars that he had not noticed, a star with an unknown meaning shone slightly...
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"Oh, someone's death star flashed."
A male player with long yellow hair and flashy clothes like a bard suddenly looked up at the sky and said.
"Anse's stars can still shine in this world? Goethe, it's time to upgrade your astrology."
The companion who was gnawing on the barbecue next to him pulled off a large piece of crispy meat skin, then looked at the player named Goethe and said.
"No, no, no."
"The Death Star is no ordinary star."
"It is a symbol of death and misfortune, not an inherent name belonging to a certain world's stars."
Goethe smoothed his long hair, then shook his head and said.
"It's so annoying!"
"If you weren't my teammate, I would have punched you!"
"If it hadn't been for that goddess, I would still be eating barbecue and hanging out with noble ladies in my own manor!"
The companion flexed his muscles and then said dullly.
"The one you hung on the tree and asked her how many times she would be whipped?"
Goethe shrugged his shoulders and didn't care.
Instead, he asked his companions about the goddess.
"if not?"
"That guy is a liar,"
The companion chewed the roasted meat in his mouth fiercely, and it seemed that he still had deep resentment towards the goddess.
"But later I discovered that in other worlds, the gods are often better at fighting."
The companion suddenly paused and said.
"I figured it out later - those who can't be beaten will probably be hammered to death."
"The rest that we can encounter will naturally be 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've reached Level 4 of Xingchen!"
Goethe said very confidently.
"Last time you said you saw some omen of treasure, and then you took me with you on a journey through thousands of miles of mountain roads."
"That's not what I said when I found a pair of tattered pants in the end."
His companion looked at him suspiciously and said.
"Those things are not bad pants. We didn't find the Goblin King in the end."
"The treasure omen only means that its value is high enough, but its narrow scope of application is not included in the observed information..."
"What do you think? Haru?"
Goethe looked at his temporary teammates who were silently chewing meat on the other side.
He is very optimistic about this new temporary teammate.
After all, there aren't many druids who can do magic so smoothly.
At this point, Goethe thought that the other party was an interesting enough existence.
However, the effect of this trick is really good...
Goethe played with the cup in his hand. An hour ago, it was a dead branch in a corner.
The good news is that Goethe was able to detect that the essence of this thing had not changed.
Otherwise, he felt that he might have met the incarnation of a god who created relevant authority.
Of course, some extremely outrageous archmages also have tricks that can be called wish-making.
It's just that for a druid to perform tricks so smoothly, I always feel that it's still a bit subtle...
Fortunately, the strong natural aura of the other party is not fake.
Although compared to the druid players he had come into contact with, this one's aura seemed a little wilder.
But at least he's not a lawyer, that's enough.
Goethe thought silently.
For some reasons, Goethe had some natural fear of the mage profession.
This chapter has been completed!