Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge - Chapter 949 - 567

Shui Lanxing was captured and dragged into the game.

While the other players were trying to recruit soldiers, Chen Wei had already started the path of synthesizing natural disasters.

[Skeleton] + [Ballista] = [Bone Ballista]

[Naga] + [Egg] = [Six-armed Alien]

[Archangel] + [ACR Nuclear Reactor] = [Mechanical Paradise]

Demons, undead, machines, and insect swarms, groups that are not afraid of death, crazily killing and destroying everything, can all be called natural disasters.

And Chen Wei is the master of natural disasters.

Looking at the Death Star, Laser Skull, and Willow Phoenix behind him, Chen Wei had only one thought in his mind.

Players, it can be considered a natural disaster!

Why don’t you try combining them?

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- Description from novelbuddy

Humanity was on the brink of destruction. Muyoung, an assassin from the Forest of Death, fell to his knees. There were corpses all around him. For years, he had worked for the Forest of Death and had finally been able to eradicate them. Now, he, himself, was about to die. He closed his eyes as he felt his heart stop beating.

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MC: I am a dragon? Cool!
Also, MC: Wait, most of the dragons died after centuries of being hunted for their expensive materials, and when beings called players descended with their powerful systems and immortality, they hunted down rest of them ... and I am the last one... I am fucked!!!
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Join our MC, a former player on his journey not to become a legendary rank item, in a world of the game that he used to play.
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In front of people, she was an ordinary student who had no background and came out of the county with a playful smile on her lips.

Afterward, she was a business king who had been paving the way for prosperity in China.

Wei Sheng was accidentally reborn in the autumn of 1998 and had to face heavy school work, the cold eyes of her relatives, her parents expectations, and clear class discrimination again.

When re-entering the stage of history, how could she let everything repeat itself?

But she was sad to find that the television station had to take a break every afternoon?

There was no computer or iPad, small books were the paradise of childrens dreams.