Sage's Queen's Cultivation Diary

This was the first time Cavel saw a guy who could climb out of a space tunnel by his own strength. Regardless of Cavel's surprised expression, Fiszelman patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and then squatted down. The lower body picked up the scythe that was broken into pieces, and the serious and indifferent expression made Caville start to wonder if everything that happened just now was true.

After Fiszelman picked up all the fragments, he closed his eyes, accompanied by a chill that made Caville feel a little chilly, these fragments began to repair themselves, and after a while, they returned to their original appearance .

"It's not a good habit to break other people's things casually." After doing these inexplicable things, Fiszelman finally turned his attention back to Caville, "Although I don't like this large Farm tools, but at least this is my status symbol as a law-abiding person, if it is broken, it will make me very embarrassed."

shut up!Do you know how many middle school and second-year teenagers' dreams you have wiped out, such as large farm tools!
"What are you talking about, Mr. Fizelman, didn't you break this scythe yourself?" Cavel was not surprised by Fizelman's resurrection. It's easy but suspicious, "If you didn't block my attack with this scythe just now, you should be wandering in the void by now."

Cavill's purpose at the beginning was not to kill Fiszelman, let alone whether he has the strength, according to the urination of the observers he met before, these guys basically put themselves in an absolutely safe place. position, although Fiszelman is not an observer, but he is also a wage earner of Gaia like the observer, and he obviously has some cards to save his life. The place that poses a threat is the void in the space tunnel.

"I see, did you plan to lock me into the void from the very beginning..." Knowing Cavell's plan, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Fiszlman's mouth. Your goal will be achieved, if you don't have that momentary hesitation because of my suicide."

For some reason, Cavel always felt that Fiszelman had become more talkative after his resurrection, twisted his neck, and the latter carried the huge sickle on his shoulder: "Careful about how I was resurrected?" ?”

"Of course." Caville smiled, "I would be very grateful if you could tell me, after all, even you know my rules, but I don't know anything except that you are a middle-aged uncle. Isn't it time for a fair fight for men?"

"Haha, I think the situation is a bit unfair to me. Your punch just now gave me a good jump." Fiszelman laughed dryly.

"That's the strongest blow I can make now, but it's just one blow." Cavel looked at the gradually dissipating buff and couldn't help but smiled wryly, "I've squandered all my savings for so long. You should die obediently for me."

"Does that mean it's just a temporary power?" Fiszlman also noticed that the aura on Cavel's body was weakening at a fairly fast speed, and after pondering for a while, he continued: "But until now you still have Didn't you see my law clearly? No wonder, after all, your law is too eye-catching, but the power I possess is different."

Cawell knew that Fiszelman was about to start his own commentary. Maybe his aggressive method really played a role, or it was just that he already had a chance to win. Of course, Cawell hoped it would be the first, after all, the second This possibility can basically be regarded as bad news for him.

"My law is life and death." Fizzleman took out a scroll from his waist, and an ominous black smoke slowly climbed up the huge scythe, instantly adding a dangerous aura to it.

"Then, go to hell!"

Without further words, Fiszelman just rushed in front of Caville, holding up the black and red scythe high, causing Caville, who was still thinking of Fiszelman's law a second ago, to ooze a lot of water from his forehead. cold sweat.

will die!

The sickle is not very powerful, and Caville has ten thousand ways to resist it, but his intuition tells him that if he really touches the sickle, the consequences will be unimaginable, yes, it is just pure terror , the horror full of death breath.

"replace!"

Before the scythe came down, Cavel narrowly escaped the blow with a space replacement, even so, his face turned pale because of the strong breath of death.

The heart was twitching violently, and Cavel had a vague feeling that it would stop beating in the next second. He swallowed hard, and he smiled with an ugly face: "Hey, uncle, don't say a word Just cut it over, that's not what a gentleman does."

"Did you dodge it?" Fiszlman obviously felt a little bit astonished because of the miss of the blow. After a moment of silence, he looked at Caville with playful eyes.

"You... have already died once."

"Dead?" Caville was taken aback, then shook his head with a smile, "The fact that we were called here to do these troublesome things is because we have already died once."

"No, that's not a real death. In the past few hundred years, I have executed many observers. Almost all of them died from the blow I just had. You should be able to feel it, right? fear."

"……So what?"

"Haven't you understood yet?" Fizzleman threw the scythe in a graceful arc, "Why do you think such a powerful observer can't dodge that simple blow?"

Caville frowned, just like what Fizelman said, the observers in this world are just a bunch of guys who can be called bugs, how could these guys not be able to avoid that kind of simple slashing.

"Because, at that time, they had already fainted from fright." Fiszelman gave an unexpected answer to Cavel, "Everyone is equal in the face of death, even observers, so After truly feeling that kind of fear, a person who can still have consciousness can be regarded as a brave man, as for you..."

Fiszelman closed his eyes and thought for a while, as if he was thinking about what words to describe Cavell, and he opened his eyes after a while: "Either you don't have the feeling of fear, or you already have Get used to death."

Cavel did die a few times. He was run over by a bus when he came to this world, and he was finally pitted to death by the darkness when he was in the tree of life, and then he was screwed by the Saxon observers. A puddle of minced meat, counting back and forth, had already died three times. Perhaps it was these not-so-good experiences that allowed Caville to recover his life at this time.

"Do you not deny it?"

"No, there is no need to deny it."

"I've really died before... Now I'm in trouble." Even though he said that, there was no trace of panic on Fiszelman's face. It seemed that even if he lost this hole card, he still had the kill card. Will's means, "Then let me remind you first, as long as you are touched by this sickle, your life will be absorbed by it, and there is no way to resurrect."

"..."

Caville fell silent, now it was obviously not the time to flirt with Fiszlman, he had already understood his hole cards, but he was still a fog to him, at this time he was careless. Seeking death.

Silently chanting the incantation of the space blockade, Caville created a large area of ​​space tentacles around him. The space tentacles can be regarded as another branch of the space chain. Although it does not have the powerful blockade ability of the latter, it is more powerful Flexible, and has a little lethality.

Cavill's original plan was to use the space tentacles to trick Fiszelman's moves and then counterattack, but the plot didn't seem to be as good as he imagined.

"Wait for me to attack?" Fiszlman did not rush forward as before, and took out a scroll from his waist again. This time it was a green light symbolizing hope, and the green light slowly flowed on the scroll. On the ground, small saplings grew out, and almost instantly, these saplings grew into big trees covering the sky and attacked all the way towards Cavel, most of the space tentacles were instantly destroyed by the huge impact, leaving only A thin layer protected Cavel's body.

"Oops!" Caville understood Fiszelman's plan almost instantly, but it was too late, a red scythe pierced through the thin layer of space without any resistance, and the tentacle appeared in Kaville. in front of you.

"I have reflected on it in hell, you are a space magician besides the observer!"

Fiszelman's voice came from behind the scythe, and Cavel, who had been bound by the green trees, had no place to hide at all, and it was obviously too late to use the space replacement at this time, although he still had a way to save his life skills, but...

"distortion!"

The space in front of the scythe distorted irregularly, and then it brushed against Caville's face, but what he was most worried about happened. A small gash was cut on his face by the scythe, almost In an instant, all the strength in his body was sucked away, and he collapsed powerlessly on the ground.

"Sure enough... no." Space distortion can only distort a very small part of the space. If it is a slender weapon like a long sword, it is okay, but if it is replaced with a broad-bladed weapon like a sickle, even if it can be distorted, There is still a high possibility of being cut by it, "Is the strength too bad?"

"Huh? Are you still alive?" Seeing that Cavell was cut, Fiszelman showed a smile on his face, but this smile was filled with doubts almost instantly, "Could it be that you have something else?" The hole card to save your life?... Forget it, it's just a matter of time anyway."

Putting the scythe on his shoulder, Fiszlman turned around and walked in the opposite direction to Caville. Of course, this was not his merciful plan to let Caville go. What he had to face now was this time. The real targets are the girls who possess the power of the end of darkness in their bodies.

"Stop!" Caville, who understood Fiszelman's plan, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, tried to support his body, and he staggered towards Fiszelman, "They are innocent, you killed me That's it!"

"That's not okay, young man, this is my job." Fiszlman turned his head and smiled at Cavel, but his footsteps still didn't stop.

"Please take a good look at it. Your so-called attachment is nothing but useless rubbish."