Sage's Queen's Cultivation Diary

The observer of Saxon is very afraid of death, because compared with other observers, his body is very weak. He is only a mediocre physical quality like a human being, and coupled with his troublesome law power, he has no time to go Learning sword skills and boxing techniques, so he was very afraid of being targeted.

Although he has absolute power, if he can't use it, it's as if he doesn't have it. He knows that there are many powerful guys in this world who can cut off his head before he realizes it. In this way, his power is completely It has become a decoration, so he has been very careful, careful not to contact other observers, careful to avoid appearing in front of anyone, carefully building his own power, his sense of existence is quite thin, no one has seen it What he really is.

And this is exactly what he wants to see.

How could such a careful observer take the risk of contacting another observer with his real body, even if that observer lost his power, he would not believe the information brought by his "ally" until he confirmed it with his own eyes , so he sent his servant to complete the matter instead of himself, so that even if any accident happened, he would not suffer any loss.

"My servant." The young man, or a real Saxon observer, sympathetically wiped his eyes on the corpse on the ground, "Why are you so obsessed with your own identity, you can live as my clone forever .”

Clone, this is the name he got for his servants. The memory of the clones has been completely lost, because the observer told them to forget everything about themselves, and they naturally obediently sealed their memories.

Generals, high-ranking officials, rich men, almost all the guys who stand in the high positions of the Saxons are his avatars. In order to stabilize his position, he has to turn this country into his own private property. This is a crazy but perfect plan. He was so perfect that he would always be proud of his own wisdom, but the fly in the ointment was that these clones seemed to have some flaws, some innocuous flaws that made him unbearable.

"I have distributed my power to you. Isn't this absolute ruling power enough for you to let go of your attachment to your identity?"

Yes, they just lost their memory, and then they were indoctrinated to be loyal to themselves forever. Unlike the zombies of the exorcist and the puppets of the puppeteer, they are still alive, thinking, and confused about things they don't know , the most important thing is that they want to know who they are. This is a question that all intelligent life will subconsciously think about. Even a powerful language law can only make them forget this matter for a short time, and they will soon to think.

"So this power is really incomplete? That's right, how could those two gods completely give their power to other people? It's too stupid, too stupid."

I don't know if I'm talking about myself or Gaia and Alaya. Anyway, the Saxon observer took out a small bottle from his bosom quite regrettably. A rainbow-like liquid flowed out from the bottle, touching a part of the dead clone. In an instant, it turned into a wisp of smoke, and his eyes were full of pity like a savior from the beginning to the end.

"So now that the observers in this country are dead, shouldn't it be time for me to act?"

Putting away the small bottle, he straightened up and took a deep breath of air. The air was cold, which made him frown displeased.

"That nasty guy really turned this place into such a ghost. Although it was my idea, it's too much."

"No, that's not bad, at least because of the horrible weather, there will be fewer people hanging out outside, and the probability of me appearing in other people's sights will be reduced, but I still feel uncomfortable, that guy really cares for me. Has this ordinary person who had to come here alone thought about it? Couldn't it be intentional?"

The observer of the Saxon became entangled. The guy he was talking about was always so unpredictable. He was obviously a warm-hearted guy, but he was willing to join forces with a villain like himself, and he was so ruthless. Didn't understand its true purpose.

"It's really troublesome, Observer." Tightening his clothes, he sighed with emotion, "Everyone looks like a psychopath, how did these 'problem children' be chosen by the gods to keep the world running .”

As he said that, he suddenly scratched his head amusedly: "Of course, I'm different from them. I'm just a coward. I don't have any compassion, and I don't like the cowards of the race I guard at all."

Yes, the observers don't know him, but he knows almost all the observers. After all, if you want to live with peace of mind, intelligence is essential, whether it's the enemy's or a friend's.

It is precisely because he has known almost all observers that he is surprised that God has three necessary rules for choosing observers—absolute rationality, absolute justice, and absolute cold-bloodedness.Not boasting, he felt that apart from himself, no observer had achieved these three points. Their emotions were too rich, not much different from ordinary humans, so he was very strange.

"If there are only one or two overflowing emotions, it can be understood as the mistakes of those two guys, but it is intriguing that everyone is so enthusiastic."

Rubbing his chin and thinking for a while, he finally gave up on this tricky question. After all, how could a mortal's head understand the thoughts of a god.

"So what am I going to do next?"

Going back to the original question, that is, whether to take advantage of the time when the observers of Britain were dead to make Britain his next warm nest, he couldn't help but fell into deep contemplation.

"Now is undoubtedly the best time, losing the patron saint... No, his appearance is no longer worthy of being called a patron saint."

He thought of the observer who had lost his power, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.

"It's really pitiful. Observers without power are just ordinary humans who have more knowledge. It's quite remarkable to be able to do this now, well~ But it has nothing to do with me."

"Without that guy's intervention, even if I appear in Britain, no one will notice. It is only a matter of time before I want to control the whole of Britain."

"But……"

The most perfect timing without any danger, the current Britain is just a lamb, even so, the Saxon observer is still hesitant, because all this is too simple, so simple that he cannot convince himself at all.

"..."

"forget it."

In the end, he still came to such a conclusion.

"My goal has been achieved. What happens to Britain has nothing to do with me. I don't need to take this risk anymore." As if mocking such a timid self, he smiled unconsciously, "Anyway, the observers here now I'm the only one, if that's the case, I believe Lord Alaya won't embarrass me, the only thing left to do is to find a way for my clones to defeat Britain."

From the very beginning, the main purpose of Lord Saxon Observer was only - to kill another Observer who appeared on this continent with him.

"Cavill... Well, do you know that when I heard the news about you, my heart almost stopped beating." The achievement of the goal did not make the observer feel a little bit of joy, but to him it was just The natural result.

"You are a tiger, a tiger who lives with me on the same mountain, and according to the situation, you are definitely stronger than me. I can almost foresee the terrible scene of being bitten off by you."

How can one mountain accommodate two tigers? He will not be optimistic that Kavel will live in harmony with him. The so-called rule that observers cannot fight is just that the two gods are afraid that they will fight each other and cause a certain race to fight. There is only a vacancy in the position of the observer, so what if the other party is the extra person?

He doesn't know how that will turn out, but the rules of the gods are absolute. No matter what, there can only be one observer left, so he is just helping Lord Alaya to clear up his mistakes.

"I've been thinking about getting rid of you all the time, and I've been worrying about getting rid of you all the time. It's been like this for a whole ten years. If those guys hadn't told me that you had lost your power, maybe I could only Hide in the shadows."

Suddenly, the polite observer covered his face and laughed wildly, it was joy from the heart: "You know what! When I got the news, I almost went crazy, you can feel it, that kind of life The feeling of being suddenly free from danger!"

But he still didn't dare to act rashly, so he sent his avatars to snipe and kill Cavel, but the news came that made him stop suddenly, his avatars were all wiped out, and he was forced to give up all his emotions, The one-in-a-million elite assassins turned into corpses all over the floor without even hurting each other's hairs.

"I tm...!"

These three words can sum up his mood at that time.

Fortunately, after repeated observations, he finally learned that there was nothing wrong with the information, that guy had indeed lost the power of the law, and that he could kill the assassins he sent was only the magic he had learned. After another trial, he finally decided to do it himself, so he is standing here now.

After recovering from the fearful memories, he shook his head mockingly. From now on, he could finally laugh freely and relaxedly, without having to worry about the threats from Kavel and Alaya.

"Ah~ go home, it's time to get a good night's sleep."