Chapter 1,714 Bruce Wayne and the Chamber of Secrets (12)
"Who is calling my name? Such a young and innocent girl, where do you come from..."
"Hello, Sithorn, I am a fourth-year student from Karma Taj Magic Academy. My name is Harley Quinzel. You can just call me Harley. I am calling you because our academy
A mage competition is about to be held, and I haven't signed a contract with the Demon God yet. The professor at the school recommended you to me, can we talk?"
"Uh..." Sithorne was obviously choked. This ancient demon god is now very uncomfortable with the abandonment of all occult vocabulary developed by the Holy of Holies, and treats dealings with the demon god like signing a contract and negotiating terms.
The girl's tone seemed to be asking Sithorn if he could issue her an internship certificate.
"You..." Sithorn hesitated. In fact, he was really considering finding a new spokesperson recently.
The main reason is that he was previously focused on Wanda and didn't care much about his other spokesperson, Madam Hydra. However, this is normal. Madam Hydra was also half-hearted. She also mastered the power of Seth.
After Sithorne subjected Madam Hydra to cold violence for a period of time, Madam Hydra said goodbye to him, but at the same time, he had not yet brought Wanda back.
As mentioned before, in the dream world, Wanda was very angry that Sithorn could see her but she could not look directly at Sithorn. Wanda's anger was quite long-lasting. Such a long time passed.
, Sithorn still didn’t wait for the reply to her text message.
But having said that, a majestic demon like the Great Demon Shadow does not have to hang himself on a tree, but the reason why he is so passionate about Wanda is that he is worried that Wanda thinks the same way.
After all, Wanda is the real incarnation of the power of chaos. Although Sithorn can also control most of the power of chaos, compared with Wanda, he is more like the middleman who makes the difference.
Wanda didn't listen to him, and Sithorn didn't have any good ideas. Of course he had the idea of revenge and controlling Wanda, but the time was not ripe now, so he still needed a spokesperson during the transition period, and the one who called him was
Yes, she sounds innocent and immature. At least Sithorn thinks her temper should be better than Wanda's.
So, the Great Demonic Shadow cleared his throat and said to Harley in a pretentious manner: "Child, you shouldn't follow your professor's stupid advice and enter into a contract with the Lord of Chaos, which means you have to pay more than others.
Big price..."
"Then can you help me win the game?" Harley's voice was crisp, like ice cubes fished out from the unfrozen source of the creek in winter, and then added a little sweet complaint:
"My mortal enemy, the bitch named Falana in the next dormitory, she started practicing using the power of the contract partner to release magic early. If I really lose to her, I might as well jump off the top of the Himalayas right now!"
"It seems you are determined to pay the price..."
"Don't talk about those old almanacs. I heard the professor talk about the techniques of negotiating terms with the devil, but I didn't listen carefully to that class. The class was really boring. You can't get in anyway, so you can't do anything to us.
So, you won’t open your mouth like a lion, right?”
"I value fairness..."
"Then can I borrow your power? I swear I will use it well! Mr. Big Shadow, please, I really don't want to lose the game!"
Sithorn actually felt a little confused, because he didn't think Karma Taj would cultivate such a mage apprentice, but considering that Karma Taj had recently expanded enrollment, and Harley's appearance happened to be a very typical student.
He didn't have too many doubts about the bad image of white girls.
Because of the existence of the magic defense network and the gaze of the Ancient One, the demon gods cannot completely check each other's memories before signing a contract. Sithorn read the superficial thoughts and felt that there was nothing wrong with them. Most of them were anxiety and desire.
The emotions, a little bit of fantasy after victory, are very normal.
Then the only thing that needs to be worried about is the compatibility between them. Most demons and humans are not completely compatible, and some humans cannot withstand a certain kind of special kind of power. Sithorn is not sure, if he gets a girl here
If he was crazy, Gu Yi might come to trouble him, but he decided to give it a try with less power.
Suddenly, Harry felt that there was something more in his soul. This feeling was very strange, like looking at the ice cubes inside through a glass jar, knowing that it was transparent and almost non-existent, but he could still see the light from it.
I found a trace of it in the reflection.
"God!" Harley exclaimed instinctively: "Is this magical power? Do I control it?"
What a fledgling, Sithorn thought, but for his future plans, he still had to comfort him: "Yes, this is magic. The two of us are very compatible. There is something hidden in your soul that I cannot
You can understand darkness and chaos, but this may be your unique talent, which is very suitable for the power of chaos. You have found the right person."
"You talk a lot, Mr. Sithorne."
"Because we have already reached a contract. You just used this power and you will not return it."
"I don't plan to return the goods." Harley jumped up from the steps, and a storm began to brew in her eyes. The power of chaos manifested in her body was an icy blue that was completely different from Wanda, just like the sky above the Himalayas for many years.
The lingering storm.
She looked down at her hands and said, "I feel...powerful."
"Wait a minute, what is that in your hand? A new type of wand?" Sithorn asked a little confused.
Harley watched as the icy blue power of chaos surged out of her palm and gradually covered the blade of the boning knife until the entire knife became completely transparent and floated from her hand.
"Yes...this is my wand, the latest model."
A dream, a dream too vague for little Bruce to understand.
In the dream, he became a flying bird with golden feathers. While he was tapping his beak on a tall sweet chestnut tree, he saw a meteor falling in Egypt from the corner of his eye.
Little Bruce's reason is telling him that there is no bird with golden feathers in the world. He should be a bat. Most sweet chestnut trees grow in Europe, and the beaks of ordinary birds cannot peck open the bark. More importantly,
Unfortunately, there have been no reports of meteor falls in Egypt.
The dream scenes were still switching, and little Bruce heard the "click-click" sound again. The sound began to get closer and closer to him. Then he woke up from his dream and saw a tall black figure standing beside him.
bedside.
He was too tall, with his head on the ceiling, wearing a gorgeous robe of a style unknown to Bruce, and a huge crown on his head, but it was not as graceful and luxurious as a member of the royal family, but with a sense of command.
A terrifying authority that makes people tremble with fear.
"Who are you?" Little Bruce found that he could not move, so he asked.
"I bring you news from the stars. Answer his call and he will give you truth and power."
With a "swish" sound, little Bruce sat up from the bed. When he turned his head, he didn't see any huge black figure. Barry was sleeping soundly on the bed across the room.
He knew where his fatigue in recent days came from. He might have had this dream every day, but he just didn't remember it when he woke up.
But anyone named Bruce Wayne in this world is not an ordinary person. Bruce's first reaction after having such a weird nightmare was that he wasted at least two hours discussing with Stark about the Ark Reactor.
knowledge.
Such damn pragmatism, if he had to answer the call of something to gain knowledge, he would rather discuss it with a genius scientist than hope for illusory blessings.
But in the classroom at the Dream World School, Stark saw that little Bruce was not in good condition. He asked a little bit, and little Bruce just made a few irritable remarks. Stark's eyes widened and he said.
"Didn't you realize that you might have been chosen by a demon?"
"Where...did I see that?"
"He has called you for several days, but you haven't answered any of them."
"Do I have to go back?" Little Bruce looked a little disgusted.
"Of course not. He can't harass you uncontrollably. If you clearly refuse and he still tells you a dream, then Kamal Taj will make trouble for him, but you didn't refuse him at all."
"Yes, I didn't respond, you can't count on me... I said I'm an outsider, I have no idea about this, and I don't trust them either."
"Within certain rules, they are safe." Stark shrugged and said, "Although I don't like these nonsense things, but since you have learned magic, you can't be without magic power forever, right?
?”
"And you don't have any energy at all. There are some things I can't tell you." Stark looked down at his experiment diagram and said, "Just like this part of the energy hub involves some knowledge of energy operation, you haven't personally
I’ve experienced it, but I can’t explain it clearly.”
"Should I respond to him?" Little Bruce seemed a little hesitant.
"In my opinion, you don't seem to have any magical talent." Stark still said with that annoying arrogance: "Your talent is not in this area at all. It would be good if there is someone willing to find you.
"
When little Bruce woke up again, he found Barry standing by the bed and looking at him worriedly. Barry pursed his lips and said hesitantly: "I know this may seem rude to me, but I can only tell you.
, your face looks like a piece of shit."
Needless to say, little Bruce had already seen his face in the reflection of the closet door. He took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "A demon has contacted me, and this seems to be a very normal thing in their universe.
, I’m considering whether to respond.”
Barry's eyes widened immediately. He was about to persuade, but little Bruce waved his hand and said: "This earth has a magic defense network. They can't do anything. If I agree, I will have magic to use. Maybe it's not impossible."
try."
Barry turned his head and glanced out the window. The sky was still dark. Little Bruce seemed to have made up his mind. He lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and soon fell into sleep.
Bells, drums, and distant songs kept ringing in his ears. He dreamed of a god standing in the far north saying goodbye to a giant bird. Little Bruce heard a distant flute sound from a man standing on the ice field.
came from behind the huge figure above.
He was almost able to see his face clearly, but soon he saw a manuscript floating in front of him, which recorded countless horrific, crazy, and unacceptable knowledge to humans.
Little Bruce accepted.
Batman is not an ordinary person. He glanced at the forbidden knowledge on it, and then woke up screaming. He was convinced that the huge figure in the dream was also shocked at the last moment.
With a "bang", the door was kicked open.
Bruce and Barry turned their heads at the same time and saw a blue light coming from their eyes and a figure that looked like a will-o'-the-wisp standing outside the door.
Harley stared at little Bruce, or rather stared at the empty space behind him, showed a strange smile, and said: "I caught you."
But suddenly, the strange picture in some kind of spiritual vision disappeared, and Harley suddenly woke up.
Then, the abundant inspiration from her excellent talent combined with the power brewing in her soul gave her a divine intuition.
"Sithorne! Sithorne!" Harley began to shout crazily.
"what is that?"
Sithorne was confused.
"Behind me!"
Sithorne began to fear.
"No, Harley, you can't..."
"waste!"
Harley turned around.
Standing behind her is Jennifer Mavey - at this moment, she is a huge figure in the far north, a black figure wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown on her head, a golden bird, and an Egyptian shooting star.
"Pray to everything that you don't meet my other thousand faces. Farewell, Bruce Wayne, you have to be careful, because I am the walking chaos, I am...Nyarlathotep."
Think of it, sister!
(Please do not dwell on all the discussions about madness in this article, let alone try to understand. Every time the author writes, he is afraid that someone will use a hammer to see who is a nail. True psychopathy and antisocial personality may not be found among 10 million people.