"Undying and indestructible?"
Although he had the strength of a Legend, Du Jingcai still couldn't understand what Chen Feng was saying.
This monster that looked like a rotten baby actually had an undying body?
A second later, Du Jingcai focused his gaze on the Withered One, only to see that its originally collapsed body was recovering at an alarming rate.
Not only that, but its mouth was also curling up into a mad, insane grin.
Its jet-black pupils didn't have the emotions of a living being, only a pure aura of destruction. Under the influence of this energy, it was as if the entire world would be tainted by it in the very next second, turning into a jet-black river.
The stench of rotting flesh and blood filled the air. Originally, Calamity's essence was destruction, but compared to the Withered One, it was actually at a disadvantage.
"How interesting, is this your power? Filled with hatred and grudges, you must hate this world a lot, right? "
The Withered One hovered in the air, unlike other creatures that needed to flap their wings, the Withered One's posture was completely different from what a normal person could imagine.
It seemed to be able to control the air itself, standing above the elements.
The Withered One that was heavily injured by Calamity and was on the verge of death suddenly returned to its normal state, not only was its aura stable, it was even stronger than before.
Furthermore, what shocked Calamity the most wasn't the Withered One's recovery ability, but the words it said.
Hate the world?
Calamity couldn't lie to itself.
After all, everything it said was true.
As an entity born with a curse, Calamity's entire body was filled with poison and poisonous substances.
Centipedes were crawling on its head, and venomous snakes were hiding in its clothes. A casual exhalation of its breath could poison its companions to death.
Not to mention, its blood didn't even need to be extracted, it was already a highly poisonous substance in this world.
Even in a river, all it needed to do was slit its wrist and let its blood flow into the river, turning the fishes and prawns inside into corpses in the shortest time possible.
And this was Calamity's ability.
It had no friends.
If it did, they would've been accidentally injured and turned into corpses when the poison wasn't strong enough.
At the time, Calamity was nothing but a normal green-skinned monster, others called it a Half-Beastman, a servant of the demons, or a supporter of the filthy bloodline.
From a very young age, Disaster had displayed a different state compared to her peers.
At that time, it still had a warm family. Although the Green Skin army was naturally evil, the creatures in the world always had their own complicated sides.
The Green Skins also had their own families, relatives, and children.
Disaster had a powerful father. As a green-skinned warrior, he had personally slaughtered too many living beings, including dwarves, elves, naga, and even a large number of humans.
In its entire life of fighting, it had escaped death countless times. Although it had always narrowly escaped death, it couldn't be denied that under such high-intensity battles, it had also gained the power of a Myth-ranked monster.
Other than that, Disaster also had a gentle mother.
The other party was not a pure green-skinned creature, but a creature with a trace of human bloodline.
This was because his mother was a pure-blooded human.
The Green Skin Corps liked to plunder. Because of the constant battles, they needed to replenish their population as soon as possible. For this reason, they did not hesitate to abduct a large number of other creatures to help them give birth to children.
As a result, the Green Skin Army, which already had a mutated appearance, gradually became extremely ugly and extreme in the process of giving birth.
The strongest and most ferocious Orcs were the dark-skinned and abnormally strong Black Orcs. Orcs were definitely not smart, but they had a bestial intuition in social interactions.
They liked to bully the weak. As long as they thought that the other party was weak, they would wantonly impose their will on the other party. Their only hobby was killing. If there were no other opponents, they would kill each other.
This kind of battle often led to bloodshed. Even if the orcs were injured, they were still terrifying enemies. They couldn't feel pain and were completely fearless.
They didn't even care about killing their companions, so there was no need to mention how ruthless they were to other races.
A large number of captives were captured to the stronghold and became the slaves of the Green Skin Corps. Under such circumstances, very few captives could live for more than ten years. Often, after giving birth to children, they would die and be casually discarded like trash, becoming useless things.
And Disaster's mother was born under such circumstances.
Perhaps it was because she had the bloodline of a human, which allowed Disaster's mother to inherit the ugly appearance of the Green Skin Corps and the kindness of a human.
This had a deep impact on Disaster's personality.
When he was young, his valiant father had criticized Disaster more than once. Whether it was his style of doing things or his state, he looked more like a human than a valiant Green Skin warrior.
In fact, after drinking the wine that he had plundered from the humans again, the drunk man even muttered to himself. If it wasn't for Disaster's ugly appearance, the man would have suspected that this wasn't his child at all, but an accidental product.
In addition, Disaster had a pair of twin sisters.
The other party had a powerful spellcasting ability. Even if it was a weak flame, it could be catalyzed into a terrifying flame in an extremely short period of time.
Disaster should have spent his life in warmth.
Even if he wasn't a powerful warrior, he could accept a father who had both the bloodline of a human and a Green Skin. To other creatures, he was a symbol of evil, a big bad guy that everyone had to kill. But to his family, he always had a gentle face.
Just like how a human would hunt a nest of hares because of their desire for food, the prey that died in the trap was also a family. As a hunter, people would skin the hares and make them into delicious food. And as a human, he would fulfill the duty of a father and personally put the food on the plate of his children.
Living was the only main theme in this dark world.
Right or wrong?
Sometimes, it didn't seem very important.
His father didn't force him to become a powerful warrior, even if it would make him a joke. The son of the strongest warrior was just a piece of trash. No one would be able to accept this if they heard it.
But the man still accepted Disaster's suggestion. He no longer forced Disaster to continue practicing hand-to-hand combat, but instead invited the most famous shaman in the camp to be Disaster's mentor, personally teaching him about the use and techniques of spellcasting.
And the pain of Disaster's life was also caused by learning how to cast spellcasting.
Disaster originated from a normal summoning!
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