My Cell Prison-Chapter 806 - The City of Art
Chapter 806: Chapter 806: The City of Art
Chapter 806 -806: The City of Art
The moment I stepped into Perugia City.
The change in sensation before and after was so immense that it felt like I had entered a Different Space, completely isolated from the original world.
Han Dong, Dumps, and Vino all experienced a brief period of discomfort, pausing for a short time at the mouth of the road at the foot of the mountain… Only Knight Charlie seemed unaffected, as if he had participated in similar sieges before, and was already accustomed to such sensory changes.
“The difference between a medium-sized Land Deed and a small one is this great? This feeling almost completely cuts off the outside world, making Perugia City under the effect of the Land Deed a completely enclosed area.”
The Count, who was babbling madly inside, also leaped out at this moment to mock Han Dong:
“You don’t even know this, and you call yourself a ‘Lord’?
‘Medium-sized Land Deed’ is fundamentally different from the ‘small-sized Land Deed’ you possess. It’s not just about the area it covers but more about a kind of ‘spatial domination.’
One of the main reasons why I, the Count, resolutely refuse to return here, lies in the strong restrictions of the ‘medium-sized Land Deed.’
Originally, I, the Count, had to use a ‘Life Crystal’ bestowed upon me by the Blood God to escape the restrictions of the Land Deed.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about these things earlier?”
“How was I to know that you, as the lord of two manors and the messenger of two former Kings, wouldn’t even know the difference between the deeds?”
“Enough talk, now that we have entered the city, let’s prepare for a possible battle with the ‘Ancestor Body.’
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“Wait… let’s talk this over! If there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask me.
I will be more careful with my words, but please don’t get any ideas about going head-to-head with the ‘Painter.'”
Han Dong shook his head and temporarily closed off his conscious communication with the Count.
In fact, during the year or two that Han Dong spent cohabiting with the Count’s consciousness, perhaps due to the change in his physical abode and the surrounding environment, some of the Count’s traits increasingly appeared to gravitate towards ‘human.’
This was a good thing for Han Dong.
Cutting back to the present.
The instant I stepped into Perugia City, the connection with the outside world was directly severed.
The spring-loaded devices worn on our wrists were limited to communication among the four of us.
The grey mist caressed the city built against the mountain like silk.
The terraced streets paved with red bricks are one of the distinctive features of Perugia City,
The squarely shaped stone buildings are closely arranged along the roads, and many sky bridges connect the opposing structures,
The large areas of wind-eroded, dim high walls and the dilapidated red-tiled rooftops all highlight the age and vicissitudes of the city,
Yet, such a historic city, rich in the colors of the eras, has fallen into a city of the Fallen, a gathering place for Demons, where the inherent graceful beauty of the old city is replaced by all kinds of strange and twisted aesthetics.
The streets at the foot of the mountain were somewhat deserted.
Occasionally, one could see individuals made up of a jumble of grey bodies, using the dark bodily fluids within them to paint ‘tacky’ art graffiti on the walls of the buildings.
Rats, foul smells, and the strange whines filled the foot of the mountain.
Messenger Zoro provided a simple explanation of the situation here:
“Please ignore these inferior Residents and their ‘artistic’ endeavors… Those who live here are the lowest of the Fallen in Perugia City.
Their existence is only to create ‘raw materials’ for the upper classes.
Not only food materials, but also materials for inspiration… You can think of the district at the base of the mountain as our ‘breeding ground.’
When our group followed the Messenger to the mid-mountain,
There was a clear increase in the number and quality of Residents, as well as their taste.
One ‘Resident’ approaching us stood out distinctly in both demeanor and appearance.
The pointed head was wrapped in white cloth, faintly revealing a bright red skull devoid of skin.
The vivid body, reptilian in shape, crawled through the streets on dozens of flesh-like tentacles.
Surprisingly, such a fallen and corrupted demon was wearing a human grey cloth waistcoat on its upper body… At the same time, ‘trousers’ made of patterned cylindrical leather wraps were fitted on each tentacle.
The streets in the mid-mountain region were much wider.
A large number of residents were engaged in various forms of artistic creation along the roadsides or in open-style buildings.
They were not randomly scribbling on buildings but seriously doing ‘differently-posed’ artistic creations on easels.
Some of the evil beings simply used the most sensitive tentacle among their oral cavity to do quick landscape sketches or still-life drawings on paper,
some were using multiple tentacles together to create complex oil paintings,
and there were some testers imitating human arms, even going further to mimic the human action of holding a pen to create,
during creation.
Through the tightly arranged buildings and the aerial bridges connecting them, these evil residents would exchange experiences when they lost inspiration.
Either they twined their tentacles together,
or one person stuck their head into another person’s mouth,
Upon staring at some of the works created by these evil beings, you would find that these pieces seem to be ‘alive’.
Normal-looking quick landscape sketches would turn strangely distorted after a long gaze, and mice would even scurry out from within the buildings, their squeaks buzzing in the skull.
Of course, these were only second-rate works.
The true masterpieces were displayed in the Lord’s palace, capable of profoundly influencing the Scarlet Count’s mind.
Honestly, standing on the streets filled with a rich artistic atmosphere, Han Dong really wanted to see what the true masterpieces were like.
Moving higher up.
The streets near the mountaintop underwent another ‘sublimation’.
The residents here were mostly demons, and to elevate their artistic thinking, many of them were in a state of having their ‘minds wide open.’
Because they had sat in place creating art for extended periods (months or even years), their bodies had severely degenerated, even becoming ‘new homes’ to the mice living in the streets.
Their conical stack of flesh teemed with black holes, with mice burrowing in and out of their bodies.
The degeneration of the body was exchanged for an exceptionally active brain.
Similar to the Swollen Doctor, their brains were 4 to 6 times the size of an ordinary person’s.
Meanwhile, there were varying numbers of spiral ‘mind holes’ on the surface of their brains.
These weren’t the entrance to rat nests, but breathing holes instead.
Allowing fresh grey mist air to be directly inhaled into the brain region for the purpose of invigoration and awakening.
They could also grow detailed tentacles made of brain cells from these brain holes, to add ‘finishing touches’ to the artwork or to assist in creation.
The works created by this group of demons had an especially strong influence on the spirit.
Gazing for more than ten seconds would project the twisted life-forms from the paper into an individual’s head, gnawing at their thoughts.
When these twisted life-forms from the paper projected inside Han Dong’s head took shape, they were immediately devoured by a much larger Bloodhound, turning into nourishment for the “Gift Tree”.
As everyone gradually adapted to the bizarre art of the City of Fallen, a deep and gloomy music came from above.
They were about to reach Central Street, the heart of the art festival.
