Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2861: 1567: The Grand Hall in the Painting

Capítulo 2861: Chapter 1567: The Grand Hall in the Painting

“What is going on?”

The odd shaking made the teacups and dishes atop the table clink sharply against the surface. Taken aback, everyone's faces tightened with tension right away.

After all, we're merely uninvited visitors in the Dark Half-Elves' domain. This naturally led all to imagine countless dire possibilities at once.

“Could it be that there’s a magical ley line outbreak here as well?”

Moli leaped to her feet first, gulping hard.

Though we'd triumphed fairly easily at Dawn Fortress, that couldn't fully dispel the terror from her near-death ordeal in Observation City.

“It doesn’t quite seem like it; if it were a magical ley line outbreak, even the prelude seems somewhat too faint.”

Lila steadied her breathing, probed briefly, then shook her head.

“Indeed, this tremor is quite regular, it seems it’s just the room itself that’s moving.”

Hollis crouched low to the floor, nodding in contemplation.

“It really seems like the room itself is moving; who would have thought there would be such mechanisms inside this castle.”

A trace of amazement crossed Teresa’s pale features as she murmured on reflex.

As a Dark Elf by birth, she knew well that Dark Elves excelled not just in shadows and assassinations, but also in superior magic mechanism arts and building crafts among the Ten Thousand Clans. Countless structures functioned like elaborate magic devices, activating to ensnare intruders in labyrinthine traps.

Thus, it came as no shock that Dark Half-Elves wielded some of those Dark Elf secrets.

“So, we are sitting in a gigantic magical elevator?”

Broy, no stranger to mechanical contraptions himself, grasped it instantly and nodded sagely.

“Then where does this moving reception hall intend to take us?”

Moli caught on swiftly too, glancing straight at the unflappable Leo Ray, who still sipped his tea calmly.

“Don’t worry, just wait quietly.”

Sensing Moli’s look, Leo Ray offered a light smile.

The moment the quake hit, Leo Ray had spotted the nearby Dark Half-Elf maids first.

What struck us as a shocking twist left those lovely young attendants unmoved; they remained poised with bowed heads.

This detail alone proved they knew this routine well, dismissing fears of something like a magical ley line surge.

With Leo Ray unshaken like a mountain, the rest of our powerhouses soon regained their poise, settling fully.

As order returned, Leo Ray’s eyes shifted to the massive painting dominating the reception hall’s far wall.

It showed a regal silhouette enthroned in a somber chamber, lithe and elegant.

From the remote angle and muted glow, the face stayed indistinct, yet the opulent black robes and seat screamed the fabled Dark Half-Elf Queen.

Catching Leo Ray’s focus, our other elites turned toward the room’s standout magic artwork, eyeing it curiously.

Right then, the room’s vibrations ceased suddenly, and the huge magic painting turned sheer, fading away like mist in plain sight.

Once the painting dissolved, stunned gazes widened all around.

For instead of a simple wall, an immense expanse unfurled ahead—the very dim hall from the artwork!

And deep within that shadowy hall loomed a throne, holding a matching lithe form in lavish dark garb, pose mirroring the image perfectly!

In that surreal instant, the flat canvas illusion sprang vividly to life, evoking sheer marvel.

“Interesting indeed; although it may appear to be an ordinary reception hall, in reality, it’s a entrance leading to the King’s Hall?”

Leo Ray pieced it together amid his surprise.

Evidently, the hall’s shift had aligned it with this chamber, birthing the earlier spectacle.

“Your Majesty of the Humans, our King has been waiting for some time, please.”

Prince Chasing Shadow materialized at the entrance anew, giving Leo Ray a slight bow.

“Thank you, Royal Highness Prince.”

Leo Ray placed his teacup aside and strode toward the hall’s depths.

Stepping inside, Leo Ray found himself truly impressed.

The ceiling soared impossibly high, the chamber sprawled enormously—be it through space manipulation or surpassing the Royal Castle’s footprint, it dwarfed everything, outshining even the Stone Giant and Half-Titan halls from recently.

Thus, even with scores entering, their steps boomed hollowly, echoing across the vastness.

Hall walls bristled with pale blue stones that glowed softly, twinkling like stars in endless night.

Meanwhile, the ground bore intricate shadow motifs, twisting in spirals that dizzied the eye at once.