"What are you doing again this time?" Crounpis looked down at the cross-dressing demon who had her skirt broken under her feet in embarrassment.
The devil did not answer, but asked directly: "Didn't you give me the power? Did you ask me to perform some feats?"
"Ah, that's just a joke. And if you swallowed the high-level shots I shot on a whim without permission, and you only upgraded to 22 levels, and got more than a dozen skills and magic, will I care about you?" Crounpis asked.
Amused.
"Don't you care?" The devil felt a little unbelievable.
Very few people in the world get this kind of opportunity, and those who do, most of them become existences in myths and legends.
But for a being who personally throws such an opportunity, it is completely unworthy of attention? Just how strong is the Devil's Heart Clownpith?
"What else?" Crownpis kicked the devil in the face, causing his shoulders and the back of his head that were not touching the ground to finally be at the same height as his buttocks and back, and together they came into close contact with the ground.
At this time, a large number of demons and undead immediately poured in from outside.
"Ah la la, I'm here to save you? Are you kidding? You know you're asking for death, right?"
Crounpisi didn't even look back, and with a wave of his hand, they were burned up by the purple-black flames.
She knew that the demon had no ill intentions and that the attack was not for those guys to save the demon, but for other reasons. She didn't care and continued: "You are bragging at level 22? I asked the subordinates you summoned. [Homeland]
Formation Formation]? The scope covers the entire plain, five metropolises and dozens of villages and towns? Are you having fun? In my opinion, the scope of your broken formation covers this city. It is so high that it is only 22 levels, so I can’t recognize it.
Your own?"
"Well, I didn't guarantee that what I told those disposable low-level demons was true. Promoting the horror of this array is the best way to set it off, right? The greater the crisis, the higher the merits of resolving the crisis.
Isn't it?" the devil replied seriously.
So Crounpisi stepped on the devil's face again, stamping half of the head into the ground, and then said: "Even if you gained strength because of my negligence, you still dress up like this according to my request.
, and you are doing this to show off how great it is to resolve this incident with my power, but I don’t even know who you are or what you want to do.”
"Really? It's true that I rarely show my true appearance. I'll just show my embarrassment in front of you."
The demon's body was like a boneless octopus, and it "slithered" smoothly out of the feet of Crounpisi. With a "rustling" sound that made people feel ears sore, the dark magic circle emerged from him.
A huge black three-headed dragon crawled out from the wall not far behind.
The demon jumped on the dragon head in the middle, raised his head and said: "I am what the bards say, no one knows my name, and my unique legend has been passed down for centuries - the terrifying shadow demon warrior riding a three-headed dragon! I have slept with many races.
Female, even among the legendary 'Thirteen Heroes' here, there is a human child between me and me."
"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of your poems, and your title is very crude. After knowing that you are a bastard, I don't feel that you are qualified at all. I remember you said that you slept with a giant dragon, and this dragon was also subdued by sleeping.
Come on!" Crounpis slapped the posing demon with a slap in the air and flew him to the throne, smashing the throne into pieces.
By the way, she also stuffed the three-headed dragon back into the magic circle to close it.
Can this be worthy of the title of a warrior? At that time, Crounpis was just playing around and joking. Unexpectedly, he actually took it seriously. Not only did he work so seriously, he even made women's clothes, wigs and breasts.
The quality of the pad is good, but the face still looks similar to Hei Zetsu, which is a bit inconsistent.
"Aren't you going to get a leather mask?" Not bothering to pay attention to the unqualified title, Crounpisi walked up and asked casually.
Most humans in the world are livestock and slaves. Masks and even "statues" made of real people are not illegal industries in the Central Continent. The advanced humanoid races will also discuss arts and crafts for this purpose.
"Is there something wrong with my face?" The devil scratched his dark face.
With a sound of "pop!", Crounpisi took out a piece of plaster and slapped it on the devil's face, then took it off and looked inside.
"Well, the face shape is good. If the tip of the nose is a little more upturned and the lips are thicker, it might be more beautiful."
"Really, I think it's good like this now." The devil turned his face to Crounpis and looked at the profile of his face, pinched his nose and lips, "But since you said so, I will
Go get your whole face."
"Forget it, forget it, you can just like it. There's nothing you can do about your different aesthetics. I don't care about you that much anyway." Crounpis shrugged helplessly. If he forced to change other people's faces and aesthetics for this matter, it wouldn't matter.
There was nothing interesting, so she asked, "How do you plan to end this incident? Are you going to use the death I gave you, who sacrificed a city, to enhance my reputation? I have never made such a contract with the devil.
"
"How come, all the sins can be shouldered by the "Blood Chain God Group" and the senior officials of the Principality of Bahas? Anyway, their corpses have been turned into magic crystals. Even if they want to resurrect or even summon souls, there will be no proof, right?
"
"Really, then -" Crownpis smiled and pointed at the doorpost of the main hall behind her, "That little mouse... no, what does the white mouse exist for? Her value is much higher than yours.
What are you going to do?”
Crounpith is more interested in this development than the "deeds" done by the devil. Otherwise, how could anyone sneak nearby and eavesdrop?
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"Haah...haah...what, what's going on? Why do gods and demons..."
The saint Ashley, who was hiding behind the main hall doorpost, was breathing heavily, and her heart was filled with turmoil.
"Could it be... Could it be, wouldn't it be possible? No, no, no, no, no? Gods and demons join forces to plot against human beings... Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible..."
This is just like Christians hearing that heaven and hell are the same place, and God and Satan playing the same role; physics experts hearing that water and fire have the same properties are completely unimaginable.
If you are smart enough, look at it from a higher perspective, and connect a series of events in recent years, regardless of whether the guess is correct, you can always deduce a script that has some degree of connection between Crounpis and the devil.
Of course, this major premise immediately becomes unrealizable when the person who comes here is a child who has been educated in the sphere of influence of the Fairy Temple since childhood and later became a saint.
