Chapter 815 Crazy Abyss

The highest level of the palace.

In front of the silver metal door with the sun and the moon printed on it.

As the lord attached the left and right hands carrying the sun and the moon on both sides of the door, the door leading to the art corridor was officially opened... Even standing at the door, he couldn't look directly at the "art corridor", and the eyes were full of gray and liquid.

Regarding the scene in front of him, Han Dong muttered:

"This is... a space portal? No... is it an 'inner and outer membrane'?"

As long as things in the space field are involved, Han Dong's "Void Lab" must be sensitive... Staring at the dark fluid inside the door, the feeling of long-distance teleportation is not strong, and the feeling given to Han Dong is more like a 'space' membrane'.

It's like an 'empty carton'.

The halls, VIP rooms and banquet halls in the palace are like the outside of empty cardboard boxes.

Now they are about to enter, it is the inner layer of the carton.

Entering is easy, leaving is difficult.

However, regarding the [Empty Paper Box], Charlie Knight mentioned the relevant inferences yesterday... Some countermeasures and policies have been prepared in advance.

Next, Han Dong, the leader of the team, needs to make the next decision.

It is here that he refused the invitation of the lord for some reasons, delayed the time to enter the art corridor as much as possible, and tried to get in touch with the expeditionary force under the mountain.

Or go directly into it and face the real conspiracy of the lord.

"let's go……"

Han Dong stepped into it first.

The teammates also followed one after another, penetrating the "gray matter membrane" and stepping into the art corridor.

With the entry of all the members, the breath completely disappeared in the palace.

Beneath the lord's holy robe, the runes formed by the countless rat eyes turned into big crooked mouths, laughing wildly without restraint... It seems that his plan is about to come true.

...

at the same time.

At the side door of the banquet hall.

The messenger of the magic flute - Truman Zorro appeared with three "perfect replicas".

Corresponding to Wino, Demps, and Charlie... The demeanor, behavior, and words of the three are no different from real people, and even the breath they exude is the same.

If you want to let the above three people use related abilities, it is also feasible.

However, once the 'art energy' that exists in the body is exhausted, the human form cannot be maintained... A perfect camouflage can still be achieved within a certain period of time.

The lord intends to return the three "replicas" to the expedition under the mountain to reach an agreement.

But there is also a problem here.

These drawn "perfect replicas" do not include Han Dong.

To be precise, none of the senior painters who directly belonged to the lord of Perugia were able to depict Han Dong's basic image, and there was no way to make a replica.

In this way, it is necessary to make up a reason that Han Dong violated the rules while participating in the art festival and was imprisoned.

However, such 'flaws' naturally have a high probability of being seen through.

The lord stood on the platform on the second floor, and there were bursts of ethereal voices from under the hood:

"Zorro, this matter is left to you...

At least don't let this group of inferior humans have doubts in the early stage, give them a little "preferential treatment" so that more "food" can enter my city-state.

The 'quality' of the above four people has reached my preset standard.

As long as I can swallow them, I can get close to the film of "myth"... If more humans enter the city in the future, it will further push me into the realm of myth.

What is a "medium title"?

I will accomplish myth here... Madam Lord will be happy. "

"Yes."

Just when the messenger Zorro led the three replicas to set off.

A strange smell spread out in the banquet hall.

At this moment, time appears to be in a state of slow flow or even stillness, and all colored substances are dyed gray...

Between the gaps in the fabric, between the cracks in the wall, between the grooves of the candle.

One after another gray tentacles drilled out in an extremely twisted form.

The ground in the center of the banquet hall turned into a vortex-shaped gray abyss, a long marble dining table, and a wool carpet laid on the ground, all falling into the abyss.

The magic flute messenger hurriedly brought the three clones to the edge of the abyss, sweating profusely.

He had never seen such a scene.

The breath from the bottom of the abyss is stronger than that of the lord, and it is not even of the same level at all.

At this moment... the lord who was standing on the platform on the second floor of the banquet hall also quickly floated down, kneeling on the edge of the spiral abyss, bowing his head silently.

Seeing this, Zorro, the messenger of the magic flute, also quickly knelt down with three copies of the painting.

Can go directly across time and space, appearing in the central palace of Perugia without warning,

It can easily change the atmosphere and space structure in the palace,

To make the great lord of Perugia kneel with fear and reverence,

There is only one existence in the mind of the Magic Flute.

That is, the real holder of Perugia's land deed, the biggest backer behind the lord.

Absolutely high-ranking old king-level existence.

In the spiral abyss, a voice that can make the living body go crazy instantly came out.

Only the descendants of the alien demons with the 'Blood of the Mad God' flowing in their bodies are not affected... The magic flute messenger and the lord belong to the descendants of this god, but they are still shivering under the cover of these sounds, and the tentacles in their bodies curl up into a ball .

Even the painter who was the lord could not understand why this existence came in person.

Even if he died here,

Even if the medium-sized title deed is occupied,

It's just a trivial matter for this existence... Why did such a great existence come because of a sesame-sized siege?

The lord kneeling on the edge of the abyss could not find the answer.

The frantic murmur echoes in the palace and cannot be rejected. Every word will be imprinted on the surface of the brain.

"Interesting idea...

However, such a 'disguise' is not enough to deceive this group of humans.

Let me add some 'condiments' to make this war a little more interesting. "

quack quack ~ in the spiral abyss.

A tentacle with a human face quickly climbed out and quickly drilled into the bodies of the three replicas.

Perfect the camouflage and completely complete all the flaws... Even if it is put in front of several regiments for review, the problem will not be found.

at the same time.

There is still some kind of perfect creation in the abyss that is slowly emerging.

Countless gray tentacles carry a special 'egg' that rises from the abyss... With this smooth egg as its head, fine tentacles grow, forming a perfect human body.

Exactly what [Han Dong] looks like!

"This is the perfect disguise!

It's up to you how to do it, Ramsden... go crazy! "

when the discourse ends.

The gray matter dissipated, the tentacles receded, and the abyss disappeared.

Everything was back to the way it was... Only Zorro, the messenger with a terrified face, and Lord Ramsden, who was also twitching with excitement, remained.