Chapter 1465

"Impossible!" Constantine answered instinctively.

He rushed over somewhat exasperatedly. Bruce held up the big volume written densely in his hand to block between the two. Constantine looked like he had been punched, stepped back two steps, covered his forehead, and said, "No, don't show me this, but my magic circle can't have problems."

Constantine sat opposite Bruce, clenched his hands into fists, tapped the table with his knuckles, and said, "Although the power of a mage is borrowed, there is also a lot of knowledge about how to use borrowed power. The greenhorns now borrow power and squander it at will, some even too lazy to chant spells, waving their hands and throwing the energy body out directly as a means of attack."

"The difference between me and them is that I have mastered almost all existing methods to improve the efficiency of magic energy utilization. Whether it is chanting, incantations, magic props, or magic circles, I have mastered the most exquisite ones among them."

"This is also the reason why I have borrowed from heaven and hell and never paid back, but can still live until now. I can achieve the greatest effect with the least energy. The energy utilization efficiency is at least five or six times that of others. If those idiots who don't know a single rune were allowed to come, they would have played themselves to death long ago."

"But the two magic circles you drew in front of me that day were indeed inefficient. Just adding less than four deformed universal runes, the energy conversion speed can be increased by 1.5 times."

"Hiss..." Constantine gritted his teeth and gasped. He stared at Bruce and said, "What a big tone. I'll go get paper, let's deduce from the beginning."

Constantine rushed upstairs angrily, took a stack of white paper and several pens of different colors, spread the paper between the two, and took the lead in picking up a black pen to start sketching.

His speed of drawing magic circles was indeed very fast, and it was done in one go, without any modification, looking very skilled.

Then Constantine pointed to the center of the magic circle with the tip of his pen and said, "Look here, when magic energy is injected into the first branch of the devilish rune, devilishishy acts on the end branch of ishy, transmitting energy to Diabolus, forming the first complete secret language 'evil-demonic', as the first defining language of this summoning, limiting the summoning object to a demon..."

Constantine deduced a circle along the entire magic circle, the logic was smooth and complete, but Bruce shook his head. He took another piece of paper and drew a more complex magic circle on it, and didn't adopt the common circle or hexagon, but an alien magic circle. The overall shape was a diamond that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.

"First, we compile the duo-aura parallel rune realized by the Upta school in 556 AD, and then directly inject energy into the first branch of the upper rune, making the first branch of devilishishy and the first branch of Diabolus proceed at the same time, then connect to the first branch of fortuna for judgment. If the other party is devilish, then..."

"Wait a minute!" Constantine interrupted, pointing to one of the runes and saying, "What's going on with this parallel rune? Why is it so complex?"

"This was just written in this book. It is the duo-aura demonstrated by the Upta school formed around 500 AD, which was carved on the Upta Knight stele at the bottom of the Tigris River. Its characteristic is that the first branch of the rune undergoes a diversion judgment after energy injection, so this is why a branched pattern is formed here..."

"You only read the book for two hours and can remember a damn small rune from 500 AD that was carved on who knows what stele??!"

"Yes, and the person who carved the last rune was Satus Upta, the... of the Upta school."

"I don't want to know what Upta school! I just want to know, why do you say this magic circle is more efficient than the one I drew? Have you tested it?"

"This doesn't need testing, it's just a simple logic problem, and it's not accurate to say it's more efficient, its running speed is also faster."

Constantine puffed a breath out of his nose. He patted the table and stood up, saying, "You wait."

After a while, he carried a magic staff out of the warehouse. Looking at Schiller's unkind gaze standing by the table, he explained, "The magic prop was made long ago, and the residual magic energy on it is enough to run a magic circle, as long as I don't borrow new ones, it's completely fine."

Schiller looked him up and down. Constantine gritted his teeth and said, "You have to give me a chance to have an academic exchange with your excellent graduate, Professor Schiller?!"

He bit the last name extra hard. Schiller raised an eyebrow and stepped back slightly, saying, "Please."

Constantine "slapped" the magic staff on the table. He looked at Bruce and said, "I won't bully you either. We'll just use the most basic pine ash to draw a miniature magic circle, and then inject energy into it to see the result."

"Wait." Bruce interrupted him.

"Why, you don't dare?"

"No." Bruce stared at the magic circle he drew on the paper and then said, "I remember Master Upta once proposed a possibility that as long as the nature of the material can withstand it, then the parallel magic circle is not the end."

"During his lifetime, he once wanted to try double-parallel or four-parallel runes, but there weren't many magic materials in that era... Do you have any magic circle materials that can withstand more power? I just had a new concept for four-parallel."

Constantine widened his eyes. He stared straight at Bruce and said, "You don't want to say you created a new magic circle, do you?"

"Can't talk about creation." Bruce's gaze still stayed on the paper, thinking while saying, "Just improvement. If it is said that parallel commands can be completed, then double-parallel commands can certainly be completed, but I don't quite understand the difference in the nature of magic materials now... Do you have relevant books? I think I can take the last twenty minutes to memorize them."

Bruce looked up at Constantine's expression, as if somewhat helpless, stood up and said, "Okay, let's try the existing pattern first. If possible, perhaps I can try to add double-parallel runes on the way to the banquet."

Constantine first grabbed a handful of pine ash, outlined his magic circle with a smooth technique, and then handed the wooden bowl to Bruce.

Batman was someone who could throw a bat-shaped dart that didn't conform to ergonomics and aerodynamics at all. Even if it was the first time drawing a magic circle, he didn't panic or shake his hands, holding a little pine ash, and didn't stop once from beginning to end.

After the magic circle was drawn, Constantine held the magic staff and looked at Bruce, saying, "You do it or I do it?"

Bruce made a gesture of invitation. Constantine placed the gem at the tip of the magic staff on the rune that needed energy injection. A faint light flashed, and it spread to the magic circle drawn by Constantine almost instantly.

The light on the magic circle became stronger and stronger. The originally white light gradually began to be dyed with color, lasting for about five seconds, and the magic circle completely turned red, and it didn't go out until ten seconds later.

Then, he injected energy into the magic circle drawn by Bruce in the same way. The faint white light at the beginning turned into deep red within less than two seconds.

Constantine's frown tightened, and then he suddenly widened his eyes, quickly sweeping the magic circle with the bottom of the magic staff, but it was too late. The whispers of demons came from the center of the magic circle.

"It's over, the minimum requirement for summoning has been reached!"

Constantine's voice was full of panic, but his movements were as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times. He stepped back, gathered his energy, and held the wooden magic staff with both hands.

"Whoosh! Bang!"

The swung magic staff hit the horn of the demon who hadn't had time to show its head straight on. Only hearing an "ow" sound, the demon's scream echoed in the gradually disappearing magic circle light: "Constantine!

!"

Constantine put away the magic staff and dug his ears, saying, "What are you shouting for? If I could use magic, I would definitely let you come up..."

Bruce raised an eyebrow with some surprise, then looked at Constantine and said, "It seems there is still a lot for me to learn."

Constantine paused, looking somewhat surprised. A few seconds later, he grinned and said.

"That's not necessary, boy. Your strength is much greater than mine, just remember, be sure to smash them back at once. This is the only way to cancel the summoning ritual."

Then he walked up and patted Bruce on the back, saying, "You might really be a genius who hasn't appeared in the magical world for a thousand years, perhaps comparable to Merlin, but sometimes reading books is useless. It's best to negotiate after smashing a bump on a demon's head."

"Of course, this is the housekeeping skill of our school, isn't it?" Bruce looked at him with a smile.

Constantine was slightly stunned. He turned his head to look at Schiller leaning against the table in front of the bookshelf. Schiller raised the wine glass in his hand to him, and Constantine's eyes went straight immediately.

He rushed over, sat opposite Schiller, and said, "Don't tell me, your mage tower has an infinite supply of red wine?!"

"More than that, there are cigars, the good goods from my office."

"You should have said so earlier. Where did our school's mage tower choose to be? It wouldn't be Gotham, right?"

"Of course not. If mages go crazy one by one, I'm afraid it won't be conducive to academic exchange. I think this bookstore of yours is not bad. Behind it is the Oblivion Bar. The environment is beautiful and the transportation is convenient. What do you think?"

"Will you bring the stock here?"

"That depends on whether you can prepare a wine cellar."

Constantine stood up with a "zeng" sound and hurried to the basement, saying, "It will be built within three days. I'm waiting for your good goods!"

Schiller showed a smile, stood up from the table, lowered his head to look at his watch, and said, "The time for the banquet is almost here, let's go."

Standing at the door of the bookstore waiting for the carriage, Schiller turned his head to look at Bruce and said, "Provoking the other party's desire to win with straightforward language in the field where they least want to lose, and then expressing humility after victory, indicating a willingness to learn from the other party, is indeed a good means to gain trust."

When Bruce looked back, Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "But sometimes, worldly things are more moving."

The magic carriage descended from mid-air, Schiller and Bruce sat into the carriage, Schiller looked at the night outside the window and added, "The enjoyment of sound, color, and taste is an instinct humans are born with, and few people can be exempt from vulgarity."

"Are you hinting that I should give you a bottle of red wine?"

"So I said, boy." Schiller turned his head to look at Bruce again and said, "There is still a lot for you to learn."

The magic carriage swept across London's misty night sky with flowing light, driving toward the light spots on the coastline, until the last ray of brilliance disappeared at the end of the horizon, leaving only the city standing alone.