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Chapter 46 The Reality That Can Only Be Escaped

Seeing that Yayaka actually asked why she wasn't wearing shoes, Crounpis curled her lips in disdain. Did she ask such a boring question now?

If we are talking about the character of the real Crounpiss in Crounpiss, he originally did not wear shoes, but now there is a more realistic reason. You must know that the original Crounpiss who came to this world

He also wears shoes.

"My current pantyhose are transformed from a level 5 monster, and your current level is only level 3 - you know, is there any point in wearing shoes that are more fragile than socks? In short, give her better equipment.

"Crownpith thought about it again and felt that the match was not perfect. Out of professional habit, he took another pair of socks and gloves and threw them together.

"This is for you to match the priest's uniform. I'm leaving first."

After saying that, Crounpisi disappeared into the "door".

Crownpis planned to take a strong look at the battlefield on the southern front.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Crounpis walked out of the "door", she slipped and fell down from the pile of corpses.

"You stepped on a pile of corpses as soon as you came out? Even if this 'door' goes to a place that has not been recorded, it will lack accuracy if you don't cooperate with the detection magic, but you don't have to be so unlucky?"

Crownpis looked around and felt carefully, it seemed that the corpses were not piled up in such a warehouse-like place——

Many people here are actually still alive, although they are not far away from death. They all seem to have severe wounds, probably from the battle with the orcs.

Could it be the granary of the orcs? Sometimes they would not kill injured food immediately in order to slightly prolong the freshness of the food.

But there are some real corpses here that have rotted and emitted a foul smell. Isn't that the orc's granary? What on earth is it?

However, Crounpis soon stopped paying attention to these things. She and Sylvie were now in a state of audio-visual sharing.

Yayaka took off Sylvie's trousers and foot wraps, but did not immediately dress Sylvie according to Cronpis's instructions. Instead, she laid her down on the floor and sat on her.

, began to "raise and lower his hands" and "make comments"——

"Are her face and legs more elastic than when she was alive?"

It's really "judgmental".

In other words, have you done similar things to Sylvie before?

While Yayaka continued to direct unilateral bombings that would be almost immune to counterattacks, she continued to "use" Sylvie.

It's a bit like Crounpiss immediately fully activated [Doll Possession] to give Yayaka a German back throw, but it would be a waste to spend only three times a day on such a trivial matter.

Then, Yayaka picked up the clothes that Crounpis had prepared for Sylvie, and commented shyly: "Wow~ So many openings...are they really not clothes for night time? Croun

Master Pisi also tried on this dress, that is...hey hey."

Crownpis felt that the "#" on his head must be increasing.

It is true that Crounpiss tried on that piece of clothing, but it was just to test whether the enchantment effect was valid.

That piece of clothing was indeed originally worn by people in the custom industry, but at least it was enough to go out on the street to solicit customers, and those openings had other uses for some demi-humans... just like those with tails.

The practice of making holes in pants is definitely not what Yayaka said.

Then, Yayakakai actually started to take off her clothes. Just when Cronpis thought that what happened next was not surprising, Sylvie would be... things were really unexpected -

Yayaka put on the clothes she originally planned to give to Sylvie and grabbed the equipment?

No, obviously apart from the pair of boots, the other equipment was not as powerful as the priest suit given to her.

But Yayaka immediately huddled up and rolled on the ground, burying her head in her arms and breathing hard.

Crounpis was too lazy to care. The undead's desire would be lower than that of the living, and vampires would be relatively better, but it was not impossible. If this was the necessary "spiritual food" for her to be active, just let her go.

The reason why Crounpis thought so much all at once, and even wanted to hit someone, was because she was sharing some of her senses with Sylvie, as if she was being "done" by Yayaka. You must know that Sylvie was originally

People, so Crounpis can actually feel that feeling.

So, Crownpis turned off part of the sensory sharing and prepared to leave this place where corpses and dying people were everywhere.

"Ah?" Just when Cronpis was about to open the door, he felt a negligible force on his ankle - a dying guy grabbed his ankle.

It's just that at this level, automatic counterattack cannot be triggered, otherwise Crounpith wouldn't be able to do it if it touches anything.

There are many people outside the door. Crounpis is thinking about whether to rush out and kill a round or have a conversation. Why is he tripped like this?

"Hmph, annoying." Crounpis casually lifted his leg and shook off the hand, opening the door——

It turns out that they are all human beings, whether they are working or passing by, they all looked at Crounpiss in a daze. Who said that Crounpiss's perception can't perceive the clear information of the object?

"Who are you! How did you get in!" The human soldiers who were about to push in a cart full of corpses mixed with living people shouted.

"[The whole group is confused], it's okay, it's okay, I'm passing by, I'm sorry for blocking your way."

Crownpis cast spiritual magic on everyone who looked at her, then walked around the corpse truck pushing the living people and prepared to go out of the city to take a look - this should indeed be a frontline city, remember to call White Rock City.

With.

Although viewed from a distance, there seems to be no other characteristic except that the stone of the city wall is whiter than other places.

"Save...save, me."

Crownpis was embarrassed again. Why was her hand grabbed by a person who was about to turn into a corpse while passing this corpse truck?

"Mr. Soldier, why do these seriously injured people seem to come to me to beg me?" Crounpis thinks he looks like a saint?

"Isn't it true that elves are generally better at healing magic than us human magic casters?"

"Well, according to the proportion, it is indeed so." Crounpisi nodded slightly. According to the information obtained from the Elf Forest, the proportion of elven magic singers who can restore the system is indeed larger, but the number is not large -

—Because the population base is too small.

"But what about your own priests?"

"There are a few, but just those few are still unable to rescue so many wounded people. They can only take precautions in case they are used on important soldiers at a critical moment. So we can only drag these wounded to a clean place to wait for death...

..." When the soldier said this, his expression was quite painful.

Crownpis was a little puzzled by the soldier's painful-looking answer, so she asked...


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