My Cell Prison

Chapter 815: Chapter 815 Mad Abyss Chapter 815: Chapter 815 Mad Abyss The highest floor of the palace.

In front of the silver metal door marked with the sun and moon.

As the Lord placed the sun and moon-bearing left and right hands on either side of the door, the portal to the Art Gallery officially opened… Even standing at the entrance, one couldn’t gaze straight into the “Art Gallery”; all that met the eye was a dark grey flowing substance.

Before this sight, Han Dong muttered:

“Is this… a Spatial Transmission Portal? No… is it some kind of ‘Inner-Outer Membrane’?”

Anything involving the realm of space naturally resonated with Han Dong’s “Void Laboratory”… Staring at the dark grey fluid inside the door, the sensation of long-distance transmission wasn’t strong, making Han Dong feel more like it was a kind of ‘Space Membrane’.

It was as if it were a ‘Space Cardboard box’.

The palace’s hall, VIP rooms, banquet halls, and so on were like the exterior of the space cardboard box.

What they were about to enter now was the inner layer of the box.

Entering was simple, leaving would be a challenge.

However, regarding the [Space Cardboard box], Knight Charlie had already mentioned related conjecture yesterday… Some countermeasures and guidelines had been prepared in advance.

Next, it was up to the team leader, Han Dong, to make the next decision.

To refuse the Lord’s invitation here for some reason, delaying as much as possible the entry into the Art Gallery, trying to establish contact with the Expeditionary Army down the mountain.

Or to enter it directly, confronting the Lord’s true conspiracy.

“Let’s go…”

Han Dong was the first to step in.

His teammates followed suit, penetrating the ‘Grey Membrane’ and stepping into the Art Gallery.

As the entire team entered, their presence completely vanished from the palace.

Under the Lord’s Sacred Robe, the multitude of rat-eye runes amassed into symbols transformed into gaping crooked mouths, laughing wildly without restraint… as if his plans were about to come to fruition.

…

Meanwhile.

At the side door of the banquet hall.

The Demon Flute Messenger- Durmen Zoro appeared with three ‘Perfect Replicas’ in tow.

Corresponding to Vino, Dumps, and Charlie… The three’s demeanor, gestures, and speech were indistinguishable from the real ones, even their emanating aura was the same.

If one were to make the above three use their respective powers, that would be feasible too.

However, once the ‘artistic energy’ within them was depleted, the human form could no longer be sustained… Perfect Disguise could be achieved for a certain period of time.

The Lord planned to hand over the three ‘Replicas’ back to the Expeditionary Army down the mountain, to fulfill the agreement.

But there was also a problem here.

These painted ‘Perfect Replicas’ did not include Han Dong.

To be precise, the senior painters under the Lord of Perugia had been unable to sketch the basic image of Han Dong, so creating a replica was impossible to begin with.

Consequently, they needed to fabricate a reason, claiming Han Dong had violated the rules during the Art Festival and had been detained.

Yet, such a ‘flaw’ was naturally also highly likely to be detected.

The Lord stood on the second-floor terrace, and from beneath the cowl, a series of ethereal sounds emanated:

“Zoro, I leave this matter to you…

At least do not let these inferior humans grow suspicious at the outset, give them a bit of ‘favorable treatment’ to lure more ‘food’ into my city-state.

The ‘quality’ of the above four has reached the standards I’ve set.

If I can consume them, I’ll be close to the membrane of ‘Myth’… Later, allowing more humans to enter the city will further propel my foray into the mythical realm.

A ‘Medium-sized Land Deed’ counts for what?

I will achieve Myth here… the Mad God will certainly be pleased.”

“Yes.”

Just as Messenger Zoro was about to lead the three replicas to depart,

a strange aura began to spread in the banquet hall.

Time seemed to slow down and even come to a halt at this moment, as all colored matter was dyed grey…

Between the seams of fabric, the cracks in the walls, the grooves in the candles.

Grey tentacles twisted out in the most distorted of shapes.

The center of the banquet hall’s floor transformed into a vortex-shaped Grey Abyss; the marble dining table and the wool carpet lying on the ground all fell into the abyss.

The Demon Flute Messenger hastily brought the three replicas to the edge of the abyss, his head dripping with cold sweat.

He had never seen such a scene before.

The aura emanating from the bottom of the abyss was stronger than that of a Lord, on an entirely different level, even.

At this moment, the Lord who had been standing on the second-floor balcony of the banquet hall also hurriedly floated down, kneeling at the edge of the spiral abyss, silent and head bowed.

Seeing this, Demon Flute Messenger Zoro quickly knelt down with the three painting replicas as well.

The being who could cross spacetime without warning, appearing in the heart of Perugia City’s palace,

Who could easily alter the atmosphere and spatial structure within the palace,

Who could make the Great Lord of Perugia kneel with thoughts of fear and reverence,

In the head of the Demon Flute Messenger, there was only one existence that came to mind.

That is the real holder of Perugia City’s Land Deed, the greatest support behind the Lord.

An absolutely high-ranking Old King-Level existence.

From within the spiral abyss, a noise capable of instantly driving any living creature mad emanated.

Only descendants of demons with the ‘Blood of the Insane God’ flowing in their veins were unaffected… Both the Demon Flute Messenger and the Lord belonged to this god’s lineage, yet they still trembled uncontrollably under this sound, their tentacles curling up into a ball inside them.

Even as the Lord’s Painter, he could not comprehend why this existence would come in person.

Even if he perished here,

Even if a medium-sized Land Deed was seized,

For this existence, it was but a trivial matter… Why would such an exalted being descend over the trifle of a siege battle?

The Lord kneeling at the edge of the abyss could not find an answer.

The murmurs of madness echoed through the palace, inescapable, every word and phrase imprinting itself on the surface of the brain,

“An interesting notion…

But such ‘Perfect Disguise’ is not enough to fool these humans.

I shall add some ‘spices’ to make this ‘War’ a bit more intriguing.”

Creak, creak~ from within the spiral abyss.

Tentacles bearing human faces quickly crawled out, swiftly burrowing into the three replicas.

They perfected the disguise, erasing all flaws… Even if they were placed under scrutiny by the team leaders, no issue could be detected.

At the same time.

Within the abyss, some sort of Perfect Creation started to rise slowly.

Countless grey tentacles supported a special ‘egg’, rising from the depth of the abyss… With this smooth egg as its head, fine tentacles grew and wove into a perfect human body.

It was the very likeness of Han Dong!

“This is the most Perfect Disguise!

How it operates, I will leave up to you, Great Lord Ramsden… Embrace the madness!”

As the words concluded,

The grey substance dissipated, the tentacles retracted, and the abyss disappeared from sight.

Everything returned as it was… leaving behind only Messenger Zoro with a face full of terror, and Great Lord Ramsden, convulsing all over in excitement.