Sage's Queen's Cultivation Diary

Fiszelman's exclamation was quickly drowned out by the shocking sound. When the giant mountain fell completely to the ground, the huge vibration almost caused Caville, who finally woke up, to faint again. The dust on the ground was stirred up, a third of the town was crushed by the huge mountain, and a huge hole was cracked in the ground, all of which made this blank world a little more real and unfortunate.

It's just that even such a deafening sound did not wake up the people of Silvermoon City. These are the worlds created by the observers, that is, the world of gods. field.

"Haha...haha..."

Standing in front of this mountain, black patterns covered half of Cavill's body. This kind of situation also happened when he merged with the darkness for the first time. Panting heavily, he slowly moved towards Faye. Zillman walked, speaking weak but clear words.

"It's not over, it's not over yet!"

Stretching out the right hand covered with patterns, the giant mountain turned into powder almost instantly, revealing the pile of meat sauce not far from Kavel's body, accompanied by a disgusting squirm, the meat sauce They began to slowly gather toward the center, and finally condensed into the figure of Fiszelman.

"It's become stronger..." Fiszlman stood up slowly from the ground, frowned and observed Cavel for a while, then he untied all the scrolls at his waist with a wave of his hand.

The red scroll blurred the scythe in his hand, the purple scroll made the scythe sharper, the white scroll raised Fizzleman by five levels, and the blue scroll...

When all the buffs from the scrolls were added to him, Fiszelman twisted his neck. The young man in front of him was really weird, but it was just weird. He was undefeated. He is stronger than the observer, not to mention that he has such a powerful and almost incomprehensible law of life and death.

"I won't lose!"

He came to a conclusion arbitrarily, so in the next second, he knew what was the truly unsolvable law.

"create."

Cavel spit out two words lightly, two extremely simple words that even a child can understand, but what happened next is something even an old monster who has lived for more than 1000 years can't understand. understand.

It was a giant, without a face, without arms, and without even the breath of life. It used what might be its head to glance at the tiny human in the ground, and then raised its clumsy right leg towards Fei. Zillman stepped on it until he was trampled into a puddle of flesh and blood. The latter didn't even make a move of resistance. It wasn't that he didn't resist, but that he couldn't resist.

"What's going on?" After being resurrected, Fizzleman's face was full of doubts, "Why can't I control my body? Is it space magic again?"

Cavill didn't answer him, and he got down to making his next toy in earnest, one that would give Fiszelman a painful death.

"Crusher." A phantom invisible to others appeared in front of Cavel. The phantom was composed of countless sharp gears, forming a very scary looking machine. He nodded with satisfaction, Cavill began to refine his creation.

"Feature: Rolling."

The gears became sharper, and just by looking at them, one could feel the dangerous aura on them.

"Characteristics: Healer."

The green light that is unique to healing magic is brought on the gear, and it heals the opponent while tearing apart its body. It is conceivable how wicked or angry its maker is.

"Special effects: Unavoidable."

"Special effects: ten thousand times more painful."

"Special Effect: Consciousness."

"Special effects: re-evolution."

One feature after another was added to the gear, and gradually, it lost its original appearance. No matter how you looked at it, the hideous spikes were torture tools for prisoners.

"..." Even Fiszelman was frightened by what Cavel had created, subconsciously took a step back, and he blocked the sickle in front of himself.

"What do you want to do?"

Cavel's strange state and strange power all stimulated Fiszelman's cells, and he had to pay attention to the sense of threat constantly coming from the gears in the sky. The fighting instinct he had cultivated for a long time told He, something bad is going to happen.

Facing Fiszelman's inquiry, Cavell's answer was just to wave his hand lightly, and waved the huge gear that had already been prepared towards Fiszelman.

"I said, before you become minced meat, I will keep killing you."

"It's in vain! I won't die!" Replied coldly, Fiszelman was about to escape from the attack range of the huge gear. In his opinion, although the gear looked full of lethality, it was indestructible no matter what. It looks like it can hit someone, but it's not too easy to dodge.

But he obviously forgot that when the stone giant appeared just now, he thought the same way.

"what!!!"

Screams resounded in this silent world. Fiszelman's body had been captured by the gigantic gears made by Cavel at some point. When the gears began to rotate, his still human body was torn apart layer by layer. , when tens of thousands of times of pain was imposed on him but he was still forced to stay awake, when his heart was completely crushed but was repaired by magic, Fiszelman no longer regained his previous calmness.

"Kill me! Kill me!"

The howling was intermittent as his throat was crushed over and over and healed over and over again, and Cavill smiled a little at the sight.

"It's killing."

After torturing Fizlman for a full hour, it seemed that he was tired of hearing Fizlman's screams. Caville reached out and wiped the crusher, so the former's tattered body was like this. It fell from mid-air, stirring up a lot of dust.

"It hurts!" After a while, Fiszelman's groans came from the dust. He knelt on the ground and covered his head in pain, tears and snot kept dripping down, "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts to be torn, it hurts to be crushed, why should I suffer like that!"

He questioned Cavel, who was slowly walking towards him, but the latter obviously had no intention of answering his question. Seeing this, he picked up the bloody sickle on the ground and propped himself up.

"I really don't want to kill you! You are a young man with a bright future. It's a pity to let you die like this."

Fiszlman trembled, because he was strong enough, so he could understand that the current Caville was stronger than him.

"Just now I was just scaring you. No matter how I say it, I can't kill my fellow countrymen so easily."

Even after saying this, Caville still didn't intend to stop at all, subconsciously took a step back, and Fiszelman suddenly saw what was contained in Caville's eyes, which was pure, gathering all the sins dark.

That is definitely not the eyes that humans can have.

"I can also help you revive those harmful...no, those children!" Suddenly thinking of something, Fiszelman hurriedly pointed to the room of the girls behind him, "My law is life and death, and I can take the lives of others , can also bring back the souls of the dead! So, as long as you let me go, then I promise to bring those children back to life!"

Hearing Fiszelman's words, Caville stopped, and seeing the hope, the former immediately tried harder to persuade: "You understand, I am the only one in the world who has the ability to bring the dead back to life. If I die, Those children will never return to your body...!"

Fiszelman didn't finish his sentence. Accompanied by the crisp sound of his body colliding with stones, his head fell from his neck, rolled to Caville's feet and was crushed.

"It's not over yet..."

Caville threw the dagger in his hand aside, and at the same time, the huge blade that was still floating behind Fiszlman's body gradually disappeared.

"Cutting. Features: Unavoidable, hidden, ten thousand times more painful."

After waiting quietly for a while, Fiszelman appeared in front of Cavel again.

"Why!" The pain of dying again and again, and the fear of dying again and again drove Fizzleman crazy, "Why did you kill me? Don't you want to save them? I'm the only one, and I'm still alive." There is value in existence! Me!"

Fiszelman's voice stopped abruptly, a red-hot iron rod pierced into his left ear at a speed that he couldn't even react to, and pierced out of his right ear with a pile of strange white matter, and then, More iron rods simultaneously pierced his body into a hedgehog.

"The Impaler. Features: Unavoidable, multiplication, ten thousand times more painful."

"No...no, don't come again!"

When Fizelman regained consciousness again, he finally raised his bloody scythe that had become much darker. Seeing this, Caville stopped the sword that was about to break through from under Fizelman. And out of the thorns.

"Are you finally ready to resist?"

"No!" Hearing Cavell's cold words, Fiszelman hastily threw the scythe out, "I didn't mean that, I know, you are stronger than me now, better than any observer I know. Be strong! How dare I..."

"...Really, then go to die."

The cruel avenger read out the cold judgment, and tens of thousands of ground thorns appeared under the ground, spreading from Cavel's feet to the horizon, like the end of the world.

"Ruling. Features: inescapable, deprivation of life, reversal of cause and effect, concept theft, erasure of existence."