Chapter 1679

"Who is calling my name? Such a young, innocent girl, where do you come from..."

"Hello, Chthon, I am a fourth-year student from Kamar-Taj Magic Academy. My name is Harley Quinzel. You can call me Harley directly. I called you because our academy is about to hold a Mage Competition, and I don't have a signed Demon God yet. A professor in the school recommended you to me. Can we talk?"

"Uh..." Chthon was obviously choked. This ancient Demon God was now very unaccustomed to the tone led by the Sanctum Sanctorum that abandoned all occult vocabulary and made trading with Demon Gods like signing a contract and negotiating conditions. This girl's tone was as if she was asking Chthon if he could give her an internship certificate.

"You..." Chthon hesitated. Actually, he was really considering finding a new spokesperson recently.

Mainly because he had been focusing on Wanda before and didn't care much about his other spokesperson, Morgan le Fay. But this was also normal. Morgan le Fay was also half-hearted; she also mastered Set's power at the same time.

After Chthon carried out a period of cold violence against Morgan le Fay, Morgan le Fay also said goodbye to him. But at the same time, he hadn't chased Wanda back yet.

As mentioned before, in the dream world, Wanda felt very angry that Chthon could see her but she couldn't look directly at Chthon. Wanda's anger was quite long-lasting. So much time had passed, and Chthon still hadn't waited for her text reply.

But then again, a dignified Demon God like the Great Demon Shadow didn't have to hang himself on one tree, but the reason why he was so eager for Wanda was that he was worried that Wanda thought so too.

After all, Wanda was the true incarnation of Chaos Magic. Although Chthon could also control most of the Chaos Magic, compared to Wanda, he was more like that middleman who earned the price difference.

Wanda didn't listen to him, and Chthon had no good way. Of course, he had thoughts of revenge and controlling Wanda, but the timing was not ripe yet. So in the transition period, he still needed a spokesperson. The one who called him was not bad. She sounded innocent and young. At least Chthon felt that her temper should be better than Wanda's.

So, the Great Demon Shadow cleared his throat, took out that attitude of mystifying, and said to Harley, "Child, you shouldn't listen to your professor's stupid advice and sign a contract with the Lord of Chaos. It means you have to pay a greater price than others..."

"Then can you help me win the competition?" Harley's voice was crisp, like ice cubes fished out from the unfrozen source of a stream in winter, and then added a little slightly sweet complaint: "My nemesis, that bitch named Farana in the next dormitory, she started practicing magic release with her usual contract object's power early. If I really lose to her, I might as well jump off the top of the Mount Ximalaya now!"

"It seems you have the determination to pay the price..."

"Don't talk about those old calendars. I have heard professors talk about the techniques of negotiating conditions with Demon Gods, but I didn't listen carefully to that class. The class was really boring. Anyway, you can't get in, you can't do anything to us. 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. Great Demon Shadow, please, I really don't want to lose the competition!"

Chthon actually felt a trace of doubt, because he didn't think Kamar-Taj would cultivate such a mage apprentice, but thinking about Kamar-Taj expanding enrollment recently, and Harley's appearance happened to be that typical image of a white girl who didn't study well, he didn't have too much doubt.

Because of the existence of the magic defense network and Ancient One's tiger-watching, Demon Gods could not fully view each other's memories before signing a contract. Chthon read the thoughts on the superficial layer and felt there was no problem. Most of them were some anxious and eager emotions, slightly mixed with some fantasies after victory, very normal.

Then the only thing to worry about was the compatibility between them. Most Demon Gods and humans were not completely compatible. Some humans couldn't bear a certain special kind of power. Chthon was not sure if Ancient One would come to trouble him if he drove a girl crazy here, but he still decided to send a little less power to try.

Suddenly, Harley felt that there was something more in her soul. This feeling was very wonderful, just like looking at the ice cubes inside through a glass jar. Knowing it was transparent and almost non-existent, but still able to find a trace of signs from the reflection of light.

"God!" Harley exclaimed instinctively: "Is this magic power? Did I master it?"

What a fledgling, Chthon thought, but for his future plans, he still had to appease, "Yes, this is magic. Our compatibility is good. There is a darkness and chaos hidden in your soul that I cannot read, but this might be your unique talent. That is very suitable for Chaos Magic. You found the right person."

"You are talking more, Mr. Chthon."

"Because we have already counted as reaching a contract. You just used this power, no returns."

"I didn't intend to return it either." Harley jumped up from the steps. Storms began to brew in her eyes. The manifestation of Chaos Magic in her body was ice blue, completely different from Wanda's, just like the storm that had hovered over the Mount Ximalaya for many years.

She looked down at her hands and said, "I feel... full of power."

"Wait, what are you holding in your hand? A new type of wand?" Chthon asked with some doubt.

Harley watched the ice-blue Chaos Magic surge from her palm, gradually covering the blade of the boning knife, until the whole knife became completely transparent and floated up from her hand.

"Yes... this is my wand, the latest model."

A dream, a dream that was too vague for little Bruce to understand.

In the dream, he became a flying bird with golden feathers. When he was constantly tapping on a tall sweet chestnut tree with his beak, he saw a meteor falling in Egypt from the corner of his eye.

It didn't match at all. Little Bruce's reason told him that there were no birds with golden feathers in this world. He should be a bat. Sweet chestnut trees mostly grew in Europe, and ordinary birds' beaks couldn't peck open the bark. More importantly, there were no reports of witnessing a meteor falling in Egypt yet.

The dream scene was still constantly switching. Little Bruce heard the sound of "click-click" again. This sound began to get closer and closer to him, and then he woke up in the dream and saw a tall black shadow standing by his bed.

He was too tall, his head was against the ceiling, wearing a gorgeous robe of a style little Bruce didn't recognize, and a huge crown was worn on his head, but it was not as graceful and luxurious as a royal family member, but carried a terrifying authority that made people feel frightened.

"Who are you?" Little Bruce found that he couldn't move, so he asked.

"I bring you news from the stars, responding to his call, he will make you obtain truth and power."

With a "swish", little Bruce sat up from the bed. He turned his head and didn't see any huge black shadow. Barry was sleeping soundly on the bed opposite the room.

He knew where the exhaustion of the past few days came from. He might be having this dream every day, but he didn't remember it after waking up.

But any Bruce Wei En in this world was not an ordinary person. The first reaction of little Bruce after having such a strange nightmare was that he at least delayed two hours to discuss knowledge about the Ark Reactor with Stark.

It was such damn pragmatism. If he had to respond to the call of something to get knowledge, he would rather discuss it with a genius scientist than pin his hopes on ethereal blessings.

But in the classroom of the dream world school, Stark saw that little Bruce was in a bad state. He asked slightly, and little Bruce just mentioned a few words irritably. Stark widened his eyes and said.

"Didn't you find that you might have been chosen by a Demon God?"

"I... where can you see it?"

"He has been calling you for several days, and you haven't returned any of them."

"Must I return it?" Little Bruce seemed a bit disgusted.

"Of course not. He can't harass you without restraint. If you clearly express refusal, and he still gives you a dream, then Kamar-Taj will trouble him. But you didn't refuse him at all."

"Yes, I didn't respond. You can't expect me... I said I am an outsider. I have no concept of this, and I don't trust them."

"Within certain rules, they are safe." Stark shrugged and said, "Although I don't like these god-talking things either, since you are learning magic, you can't have no magic power forever, right?"

"And you have no energy at all. Some things are hard for me to tell you." Stark looked down at his experimental drawing and said, "Just like this part of the energy hub involves some knowledge of energy operation. You haven't experienced it yourself, and it's not clear even if I tell you."

"Should I respond to him?" Little Bruce seemed a bit hesitant.

"In my opinion, you don't look like you have any magic talent either." Stark still said with that annoying arrogance, "Your talent is not in this aspect at all. It's not bad that someone is willing to find you."

When little Bruce woke up again, he found Barry standing by the bed looking at him with some worry. Barry pursed his lips and said with some hesitation, "I know this might make me look very rude, but I can only tell you that your face looks as bad as a piece of dog shit."

Without him saying it, little Bruce had already seen his face in the reflection of the wardrobe door. He took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "A Demon God contacted me, and this seems to be a very normal thing in their universe. I am considering whether to respond."

Barry immediately widened his eyes. He just wanted 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. Perhaps it's not impossible to try."

Barry turned his head and looked out the window. The sky was still pitch black. Little Bruce seemed to have decided. He lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and soon sank into dreamland.

The sound of bells, drums, and distant ballads kept ringing in his ears. He dreamed of a god standing on the extreme north saying goodbye to a giant bird. Little Bruce heard a distant flute sound coming from behind a huge figure standing on the ice sheet.

He almost saw his face clearly, but soon he saw a manuscript floating in front of him, which recorded countless terrible, crazy knowledge that could not be accepted by humans.

Little Bruce accepted it.

Batman was not an ordinary person. He took a look at the forbidden knowledge on it, and then woke up screaming. He was sure that the huge figure in the dream also felt shocked at the last moment.

With a "bang", the door was kicked open.

Little Bruce and Barry turned their heads at the same time and saw a figure with blue light in its eyes, shaped like ghost fire, standing outside the door.

Harley stared at little Bruce, or rather, stared at the empty space behind him and revealed a strange smile, and said, "Caught you."

But suddenly, the strange picture in some spiritual vision disappeared, and Harley woke up suddenly.

Then, her abundant inspiration from excellent talent combined with the power brewing in her soul gave her a god-like intuition.

"Chthon! Chthon!" Harley began to shout frantically.

"What is that?"

Chthon felt doubt.

"Behind me!"

Chthon began to fear.

"No, Harley, you can't..."

"Trash!"

Harley turned around.

Standing behind her was Jennifer Marvey—at this moment, it was the huge figure in the extreme north, the black shadow wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown, the golden flying bird, and the meteor in Egypt.

"Pray to everything not to meet my other thousand faces. Goodbye, Bruce Wei En. You must be careful, because I am the Crawling Chaos, I am... Nyarlathotep."