On the highest floor of the palace.
In front of the silver metal door with the sun and moon printed on it.
As the suzerain placed the left and right hands that carried the sun and moon on both sides of the door, the door to the art corridor officially opened … Even standing at the door, one couldn't look directly at the art corridor. All one could see was a gray fluid.
Han Dong muttered to himself as he looked at the scene in front of him.
"This is … a spatial teleportation door? No … is it a kind of 'inner and outer membrane?' "
As long as it was something related to space, Han Dong's Void Laboratory would definitely sense it … Staring at the gray fluid inside the door, the feeling of long-distance teleportation wasn't strong. It gave Han Dong the feeling that it was more like a "spatial membrane."
It was like an "empty paper box."
The hall, VIP rooms, banquet hall, and other areas in the palace were like the exterior of the empty paper box.
Now, they were about to enter the inner layer of the paper box.
It was easy to enter, but leaving would be a problem.
However, regarding the empty paper box, Knight Charlie had mentioned the relevant inference yesterday … Some countermeasures and guidelines had been prepared in advance.
Next, it was up to the leader, Han Dong, to make the next decision.
Should they reject the suzerain's invitation with some reasons and delay the time to enter the art corridor as much as possible and find a way to contact the expeditionary army at the foot of the mountain?
Or should they directly enter and face the suzerain's real conspiracy?
"Let's go …"
Han Dong was the first to step inside.
His teammates followed one after another, passing through the gray membrane and stepping into the art corridor.
As everyone entered, their auras completely disappeared from the palace.
Under the suzerain's holy robe, the runes formed by the accumulation of countless rat eyes turned into crooked mouths that laughed wildly without restraint … It seemed that his plan was about to be realized.
…
At the same time.
At the banquet hall's side door.
Magic Flute User, Truman Zorro, appeared with three "perfect replicas."
They corresponded to Wino, Demps, and Charlie … The three's expressions, actions, and speech were no different from real people. Even the aura they exuded was the same.
It was also possible to make the three of them use the relevant abilities.
However, once the "artistic energy" in their bodies was exhausted, they couldn't maintain their human forms … A perfect disguise for a certain period of time could still be achieved.
The suzerain intended to return the three "replicas" to the expeditionary army at the foot of the mountain to reach an agreement.
However, there was a problem here.
These "perfect replicas" did not include Han Dong.
More precisely, the high-level painters in Perugia who worked directly under the lord couldn't even draw out the basic image of Han Dong, so they couldn't even create a replica.
In this way, he needed to fabricate a reason, saying that Han Dong violated the rules during the art festival and was imprisoned.
However, such a flaw naturally had a high probability of being seen through.
The suzerain stood on the platform on the second floor. An ethereal voice came from under his hood.
"Zorro, I'll leave this matter to you …
At the very least, don't let these inferior humans have any doubts in the early stages. Give them some 'preferential treatment' so that more 'food' can enter my city.
The 'quality' of these four people has already reached the standard I've set.
As long as I could devour them, I would be able to get close to the thin film of mythical level … Subsequently, I would let more humans enter the city, which would further push me into the realm of mythical level.
What's the big deal about a medium-sized title deed?
I will become a legend here … Mad God will definitely be happy. "
"Yes."
Just as the emissary Zorro was about to lead the three replicas out.
A strange aura spread out in the banquet hall.
At this moment, time seemed to slow down or even stop. Everything was dyed gray …
Between the gaps of the cloth, between the cracks of the walls, between the grooves of the candles.
Gray tentacles drilled out in an extremely twisted form.
The ground in the center of the banquet hall turned into a gray vortex. The marble dining table and the wool carpet laid on the ground all turned into the abyss.
The Magic Flute Emissary hurriedly brought the three replicas to the edge of the abyss.
He had never seen such a scene before.
The aura from the bottom of the abyss was stronger than the suzerain. It was not even on the same level.
At this moment … The suzerain who was standing on the platform on the second floor quickly floated down and knelt at the edge of the spiral abyss. He lowered his head and did not speak.
Seeing this, the Magic Flute Emissary – Zorro hurriedly brought the three replicas to kneel down.
To be able to directly cross time and space and appear in the central palace of Perugia without any warning.
To be able to easily change the aura and space structure of the palace.
To be able to make the great Perugia suzerain kneel down with fear and respect.
There was only one existence in the Magic Flute Emissary's mind.
It was the real owner of Perugia City's land deed, the suzerain's biggest backer.
An absolute high-ranking King level existence.
In the spiral abyss, a voice that could make a living being go crazy was heard.
Only the descendants of the Hybrid Demons who had the 'blood of the mad god' flowing in their bodies were not affected … The Magic Flute Emissary and the suzerain were both descendants of this god, but they were still trembling under the influence of the voice. The tentacles in their bodies curled up into a ball.
Even the suzerain painter could not understand why this existence would personally descend.
Even if he died in battle here,
Even if the mid-sized land deed was occupied,
To this existence, it was just a small matter … Why would such a great existence descend because of a small siege?
The suzerain kneeling at the edge of the abyss could not find the answer.
The crazy whisper echoed in the palace. It could not be rejected. Every word was imprinted on the surface of the brain.
"Interesting idea …
However, this' disguise 'is not enough to fool this group of humans.
Let me add some 'spices' to make this war more interesting. "
Ga ji ga ji ~ In the spiral abyss.
Tentacles with human faces quickly crawled out and quickly entered the bodies of the three replicas.
Perfect the disguise, completely filling in all the flaws … Even if they were placed in front of the other captains to investigate, they would not be able to find any problems.
At the same time.
In the abyss, there was a perfect creation that was slowly floating out.
Countless grey tentacles carried a special 'egg', rising from the abyss … With this smooth egg as the head, fine tentacles grew out and weaved into a perfect human body.
It was the appearance of [Han Dong]!
"This is the most perfect disguise!
I'll leave the details to you, Ramstein … Go crazy as much as you want! "
When the words ended.
The grey substance dissipated, the tentacles retreated, and the abyss disappeared.
Everything returned to normal … … only the terrified Messenger Zorro was left, as well as Great Overlord Ramstein, whose body was twitching from excitement.
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