The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Several cats got together to discuss a plan. If Constantine wanted to summon the devil, if it were placed in the real world, these people might not agree.

Except for Clark because he felt that the devil was not a good thing, several others felt that the risk was too high, because once the devil was summoned, it might cause great damage to the real world.

But this is a dream world, and there is no longer the danger of destroying the real world. However, the other cats are still hesitant. Victor frowned and asked: "What can you prove by summoning the devil here?"

"Theoretically speaking, the personality of the dream god Morpheus is higher than that of all demons, or it cannot be said to be a personality. It can only be said that any intelligent creature that can dream cannot have high authority in the dream world. To the God of Dreams.”

"Generally speaking, demons will not come to this place. On the one hand, the Dream God will not allow it. On the other hand, this place is also very dangerous for them. Once they come, the Dream God will not let them go. , wouldn’t that be the end?”

"So, if I summon a demon here, I can verify two things. If a demon responds to the summons, it means that he has a bad mind. I can use it as a reserve food when I go to the real world in the future."

"If he responded to the call and came here successfully, it means that the dream god may not be in good condition. The loss of control of the Thousand Cats' Dream was not an accident."

"If a demon responds, but he can't come over, it means that the Dream God is not absent, then Schiller may be safe, and we can figure it out slowly, without having to rush to find him."

"What if there is no demonic response at all?" Victor asked.

"Generally speaking, there is no such problem. As long as I go to summon the devil, everyone has to queue up." Constantine the cat stretched out his paws to pull the stones in front of him and said casually: "My status in hell is not low."

"Now. My soul has come to a strange dream. In other words, they don't have to control my body to take away my soul. As long as they take me back to hell from here, my soul will belong to them. All of them, no matter what kind of devil or demon they are, they will be very interested."

"You may not know that even if you want to take away the souls of ordinary people, the devil must make a contract with them, or use some crooked means. Directly invading the earth will not work."

"For magicians like me, if they want to deal with me in the real world, they have to pay a high price, but it is different in dreams. The mental strength of any demon is higher than that of humans, and they also know this. ."

"They will regard this as my flaw and can't wait to carve up my soul. Therefore, as long as I release the news, my summoning circle will be crowded."

"But that's not possible." Clark said, "Then wouldn't you be in danger? Don't you have to sacrifice your soul to sacrifice demons? This sounds like..."

Victor bumped Clark with his shoulder and said, "If I remember correctly, the guy in front of you has summoned demons at least hundreds of times. Isn't his soul still fine?"

"How did you do it?" Clark asked in a surprised voice, "You wouldn't give other people's souls to..."

"Of course not. How can the souls of ordinary people be as tempting to them as my own soul? You can't invite any powerful guy with the souls of ordinary people. It's very simple for me to do this. Although, I said I would Sacrifice your soul, but that is a lie to them..."

"You..." Clark was about to say that it was wrong to lie to people, but after thinking about it, Constantine was lying to the devil, and the matter of lying to the devil was not very clear, so he hesitated and said no more. .

"Another advantage is that if I really summon the devil, I can use his power to deal with the Batcat. If nothing else, it is not difficult to paralyze all the monitors and weapons on the ground, even the weakest ones. That kind of demon can cause a lot of trouble if placed in the city, diverting Batcat's attention for us."

Then, Batman and Victor asked about some details, such as the difficulty of setting up the formation, and the communication issues after the devil came. After discussing for a while, they both felt that this plan could still be tried to confirm the dream god's state. One point is very important, it depends on whether their next combat style will be aggressive or steady.

After confirming the plan, they began to implement it. Constantine's excellent professional level meant that he did not need to spend too much time looking for complicated materials to set up the magic circle.

In his own words, most of the messy summoning rituals and formations developed by humans are useless. If the devil is interested in your soul, you don’t need to call him. He will also make harassing calls to you every day. of.

While arranging the stones into strange patterns, Constantine said: "That's what magic is like. If you can use it, then you can do anything. If you can't, it won't work even if you study all the classics."

"Are you born with magic?" Batman stood aside and looked at him and asked.

"Maybe, but when I discovered that I could do magic, I didn't need anyone to guide me, and I didn't read any books. I learned the forbidden knowledge, but again..." Constantine paused. For a moment, he seemed to have many stories to tell, but in the end he said nothing.

Constantine played with the lion for a long time, and then went to get some sewage from the sewer. Finally, it formed a strange shape. It didn't look like a magic circle, but more like a childish play set up by a child. pattern,

"Okay, that's it." Constantine stepped on his paws on the ground. Victor stepped forward and stared at the pattern and said, "Are you sure this is OK? It looks a bit too sloppy no matter how you look at it. ?”

"You don't understand. The essence of summoning demons is not relying on this thing. This thing is just to let the demons know that I intend to build a magic circle, but the materials are limited. I have tried my best." Constantine said nonchalantly.

The other people were a little speechless. This was not a functional magic circle, but an ornamental magic circle. It was used to deal with demons. However, with this arrangement, wouldn't the demons who came really feel that they were insulted?

In any case, only Constantine is an expert in magic, and no one else knows much about this field. If Constantine says yes, then so be it.

Constantine recited a spell, then used one of his claws to cut the side of his palm, drew out a little blood, and placed it in the magic circle.

He asked the other cats to stand in the direction of several stones, and asked them to assume various postures. After playing around with them, the blood in the center of the circle finally began to glow.

However, after glowing for a long time, no demon came out. Constantine asked the cats to stop and he stepped forward to check.

Constantine, who was inspecting the magic circle, showed a puzzled expression at first, and then his eyes radiated light, but just when he was about to adjust the position of the stones, the entire magic circle suddenly lit up.

A ball of black sludge surged up, and then condensed into a huge demon with flaming eyes, sharp claws and...cat ears?

Constantine was just stunned. He said, "Uh, hello, this demon cat I haven't seen before... or is it a cat demon? You..."

Before Constan could finish speaking, the cat-shaped demon let out a "ouch" and then said, "Why did you summon me here?"

"Don't you know me?" Constantine asked back. The cat demon opposite him was obviously stunned for a moment. He did not expect that this would be the first question asked by a human being engaged in demon summoning.

At this time, Constantine, who was closest to the magic circle, smelled a strange smell. Constantine didn't know what it was, but he just thought it didn't smell good. Just when he wanted to get closer and smell it, that smell came out. The demon cat disappeared with a "swish", leaving several cats stunned on the spot.

After a moment of silence, Constant said clearly: "No, why do I feel a little strange?"

"That's right." Batman also discovered this, and he said, "You said that the magic circle you made was just a decoration, but why did the stones seem to light up in order just now?"

"I'm pretty sure that this thing is just a decoration. How can this kind of stone have any magical conductivity? It's not an enchanting material. How does it shine?" Standing walked to the center of the magic circle and carefully inspected each piece. A pebble, but nothing unusual was found, it was just small pebbles scattered everywhere in the sewer.

Constantine obviously thought of something. He and Batman looked at each other, but neither of them spoke in tacit agreement. At this time, Batman turned around and said to several other people: "You guys can rest, I want to go out and investigate."

"Aren't you going to rest?" Clark shouted, "Although I'm not very tired, we still have work to do tomorrow."

"Don't forget, night is my home court." After Batman finished speaking, he walked into the night.

Clark's voice came from behind him: "But, where are you going?? What are you going to investigate???"

Batman's voice was lost in the darkness, and he said: "...the murder that happened at the door of the bank."

After Batman left, Clark asked with some confusion: "Why does he care so much about that murder?"

"Oh, I definitely don't mean that you should stand by and watch the murder. I'm just a little surprised. There should be many more serious problems than that case now, right?" Clark said doubtfully.

Victor was not as innocent as Clark. With so many anomalies combined, he also thought of some problems, so he turned around and said, "I'm going to talk to that frozen cat. Maybe there should be a relationship between the two of us." There will be common topics.”

After saying that, he turned and left. Constantine shook his tail and said, "I'm here to check the magic circle. You go back to sleep first."

"How can I sleep if you are like this?" Clark sighed and said, "Forget it, there is no work for me to do? I think I can help."

Constantine looked up at him and said, "Go find the crocodile cat outside. He might have some repair work that needs your help."

"But I'm talking about more useful jobs."

"No job is useless, Clark. Your superpowers are not the only ones that can achieve your goals. You have to learn to calm down."

"Really? Okay." Clark nodded, as if he understood.

Ten minutes later, the crocodile cat stared at Clark flying in mid-air, and directly took off the tire he wanted.

"Oh my god! You! How can you fly???"

"Your exoskeleton...isn't it right? No exoskeleton can fly so flexibly. That's a technology that even bat cats don't have..."

"Well, it's okay." Clark smiled modestly, walked over and rubbed against the crocodile cat. He found that cats felt really comfortable when they rubbed each other's fur.

What he didn't see was that in the dark ramp behind the crocodile cat, a green cat slowly narrowed its eyes.