Chapter 1,715 Bruce Wayne and the Chamber of Secrets (13)
When Harley rowed backward violently, she realized that there was nothing there.
But the three people present heard those words, mixed with the biting coldness that loomed behind the sound of the flute in the far north. Until it dissipated, the dark clouds hovering over the Himalayas finally dissipated, and the exposed
It is a deeper, beautiful and terrifying starry sky.
"I heard..." Little Bruce walked to the door barefoot, then opened the window in the corridor, and shouted into the deserted valley: "I see you, I know you
name, answer my call, from that huge dark room, from your ebony palace..."
The next second, little Bruce felt like he was thrown to the ground, and the world was spinning. Barry was holding his shoulders tightly, Harley stood beside him expressionlessly, and Barry kept shaking his body with his hands.
Said: "Wake up quickly! Bruce! You almost jumped out of the corridor window just now! What happened to you?"
"He was bewitched." Harley's cold voice came, followed by a sigh. He said: "Just like those students who launched attacks in the school, he was bewitched by the monster just now."
"He is not a monster." Little Bruce, who was lying on the floor, looked at the ceiling blankly and said, "He is a priest who dances and sings outside the dark cave. He is blind, mute, and stupid..."
"Dark Chamber?" Barry captured a word keenly, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and mouth in shock, and raised his voice and said: "'The door to the secret chamber has been opened. Those who are enemies of the Successor, be careful!
'???"
He looked at Bruce Wayne Jr. with wide eyes, while Harley was holding the piece of paper in her hand. She said silently in her heart: "Is that why you asked me to write that sentence on the wall? Then
The so-called secret chamber is accompanied by the shrieking of flutes and the rumbling of drums, and who is living in this huge dark chamber with the souls of countless gods dancing around it?"
The gray vortex let out a sigh.
"Answer me." Harley repeated.
"The truth has a price."
"what would you like?"
"Your friend Bruce Wayne has answered the call of the stars: Nyarlathotep, one of the three pillar gods, has left an old mark on his body, allowing him to glimpse a corner of the mysterious palace. You must overcome
He sent this terrifying alien god back to his palace."
"Who is Nyarlathotep?"
"Go back and get your book. It contains all the secrets about him... about us."
Nyarlathotep did not appear on the screen, but from the actions and words of little Bruce, everyone could tell that a mysterious existence had influenced him.
The words in the Necronomicon and the words interpreted by Schiller in the Dean's Office appeared almost at the same time.
"There is a group of mysterious beings deep in the stars. People call them Outer Gods, but they call themselves Fan Gods. They sing and dance around a huge dark room, accompanied by the sound of flutes and drums, everything is crazy and chaotic.
Euphoria, there are countless unknowable horrors for people..."
"Nyarlathotep, Chaos in the 'Nameless Mist' and 'Chaos', he lives in an ebony palace in the far north, with a flute player behind him playing music for him. He is one of the most powerful outer gods.
The only rational person who can be understood by humans, he is also the most purposeful among all the blind and foolish gods. He is more like the seductive and depraved demon in human mythology..."
"No wonder." Zatanna touched her chin and said, "As you said, the attackers in the campus attack had a purpose. They were not completely crazy, and their minds were not chaotic at all. They could even be controlled rationally.
Magic, they are most likely deceived, and deceived in a targeted manner."
"We were also deceived by him." Bruce shook his head slightly and said: "Remember the tentacles behind Jennifer Marvel? Everything is about cognition, and I think this is the characteristic of this pantheon."
"If you can be so keen in psychology, your professor will be very happy." Schiller showed a smile and said: "But you are right. Human beings' understanding of them is that they impose the greatest influence on human beings."
Impact."
"Once humans really know them, they will inevitably be influenced by them. Most of the outer gods are not interested in whether humans know them. They are like the stars hanging in the sky. Humans can't see them.
They will all exist forever."
"But Nyarlathotep is an exception. He likes to consciously disguise himself, and then let humans inadvertently recognize a certain side of him, and humans will be bewitched by him and do things for him."
"Does he need human faith?"
"No need at all." Schiller shook his head and said, "But you have to understand that not everyone needs to give back when they do something. Some people just want to watch the world burn."
In an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on Schiller.
But Schiele was obviously not ashamed at all. Instead, he enjoyed the gaze. He opened his arms and said like an artist introducing his art: "Let the world go crazy, let all tragic art focus on it, and burn with your presence."
It is a kind of indescribable and supreme happiness."
"As for Nyarlathotep, he can do more. He ignites his own flame of tragic art among every reasonable and intelligent race, making them burn even more vigorously."
"But what he did was not noble." Pamela crossed her arms and said with dissatisfaction: "Twisting students' cognition and making them go crazy and attack others. What kind of art is this? It's like paying for it.
Pearl!"
"Then what do you think we should do? Miss Pamela?" Schiller was not angry at all for his narrative being interrupted. He just narrowed his eyes and smiled, looking at Pamela curiously and asked.
"He should look for those students who really have stories to tell. I can see that many of them have experienced unimaginable tragedies before they actually embarked on this pilgrimage."
Pamela's tone gradually became lower, and her eyes showed that she seemed to have entered another world. She said: "They have acquired their own obsessions in these tragic stories, which leads to no need for any cognitive distortion at all, just a little
With more guidance, obsession will become the ideal fuel for the flame of madness."
Harley's notes quickly appeared on the second page of the Necronomicon, just below Nyarlathotep's information, and she wrote quickly in gorgeous notes.
"The poor will obtain wealth at any cost, the lonely will give everything they have to seek companionship, the lost will disregard all laws to get back the lost, and the extra will be left behind even if they are at the end of the road - this is the best way to make people fall into madness, it doesn't matter
Greatness, without magic, can make people achieve madness, which is the best madness."
"Then prove yourself to him and I will watch you.
"that's enough."
After Harley finished tracing the last word, she put down her pen and closed the book without hesitation, with Helen standing behind her.
"You opened it."
"not only that."
When Harley turned around, gray and blue tentacles crawled out of the dark pupils in the center of her brown eyes.
"I contracted him, not just him, but them."
"You are absolutely crazy! Harley Quinzel!" Helen stepped forward and looked into Harley's eyes and said: "Do you know what you are doing? That is a mysterious existence that even Ancient One may not be able to deal with, and you still...
...You actually made a contract with Sithorn, he is not a good person either!"
"He's a loser."
Helen was speechless. She took a deep breath, put her hands on her waist and lowered her gaze to the book in Harry's hand. She ran to the table and said, "Okay, in that case, tell me what this book is."
What's going on, and what does this have to do with the campus attack..."
This time, it was Barry's turn to dream.
He saw many bubbles in his dream, and some kind of consciousness told him that they were one universe after another, but they were being broken one after another because of countless time backtracking and space travel.
"Can you feel this great power?" a voice asked.
"I just think you are cruel." Barry replied instinctively.
"That's not cruel. Countless people in the universe have contributed their power to me, enabling me to do greater things. You should also join me."
"You are mistaken, I don't even know who you are."
"But you have a talent."
"I'm just an ordinary person."
"The one that traveled across the universe?"
In an instant, the dream was reversed, and Barry found himself in the vast starry sky, with... a book at his feet.
A huge book was suspended in the starry sky and became a solid ground. There were many mysterious words written on the pages, but Barry could not see any of them clearly. He only knew that this huge book exuding an evil red light was supporting him.
There is no sole basis for falling.
"Crash."
An exquisite afternoon tea round table, two Victorian-style single sofas, a set of exquisite white porcelain tea sets and hot tea fell in the center of the book page one after another. Barry found himself sitting on a chair while the chair opposite turned.
Coming over, Barry let out an exclamation.
"Professor Strange?!"
"Oh? Have you already seen me in that universe? Under what circumstances? In that ridiculous magic academy?" Strange, the other slightly gray-skinned man, asked with a sneer.
Barry pressed himself tightly against the back of the soft leather chair. He swallowed and said, "You are not Professor Strange! Who are you? What did you do to get me here?"
"Don't be nervous, kid, this is just your dream, and I just happened to sleepwalk here."
"happen?!"
"Well, it's not that coincidental." This strange Strange picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of hot tea, then picked up the teacup with his fingers and took a sip of tea, and said: "This universe of yours is a bit strange, almost
We have reached the edge of my sleepwalking, which means that you must be very far away, but it may also mean that there is a greater power hidden here. Are you willing to bring me this secret?"
"Do you think I'm willing?"
Barry seemed to burst out suddenly. He straightened his back and roared at Strange opposite him like an angry lion: "I just came to school with an acceptance letter. I thought I would meet
Kind teachers and classmates, I can learn the knowledge I need in the future, or even experience the mystery of magic!"
"But what am I doing now?! I'm in a room six thousand meters above sea level listening to a madman spouting nonsense about a dark room! People are constantly being attacked in the school, and it seems like the only two people I know are planning to
Duel in a joust!"
Barry collapsed and grabbed his hair and said.
"And are you going to tell me now that you want to sign a contract with me and then let me kill them all?!"
