Chapter 1683

"Okay, this damn holy power rune finally doesn't update!" In the narrow cellar, Constantine gritted his teeth and said: "Taking advantage of this short stabilization period, I must summon this bastard angel and then give him a punch! You all stand back, I'm going to start the magic circle!"

Tim grabbed Jason's elbow and let him take two steps back, but he opened his mouth and said: "The holy power rune stopped updating and suddenly started updating frequently. You dare to launch the magic circle rashly without investigating the truth behind it. This is not a child's play. Once the rune operation is abnormal, God knows what you will summon."

Constantine took a deep breath, looked at Tim, and said very seriously: "You figure it out, you are the child between us two, and I spent half my life studying these runes. I am sure that even if the holy power rune energy operation suddenly becomes disordered, it is just that the summoning ritual failed, there will be no danger, I will not joke about my own life."

"You'd better not."

After speaking, Tim took two steps back and leaned against the cabinet next to him with Jason and didn't speak. Constantine was busy in the center of the magic circle for a while, seemingly adding insurance measures to the operation of some runes, then he rubbed his hands, cut his palm with a small knife, and pressed his hand on the core rune in the center of the magic circle.

The magic circle lit up. Every rune worked perfectly according to the way Constantine expected. The annoying holy power rune update didn't affect the operation of the magic circle. Everything looked under control. The only problem was that no one responded to this magic circle.

Constantine looked a bit surprised and a bit confused. In fact, although Constantine was rotten from the human point of view, he was a heartthrob among the gods, especially angels and demons. Countless angels and demons chose to respond to the summons after being pitted by him so many times, which was evident.

But this time, the magic circle was unexpectedly quiet. The object it pointed to didn't pay attention to it at all. But suddenly, a space bubble composed of completely different power appeared abruptly above the magic circle.

It could be said without exaggeration that the painting style of this space bubble was completely different from the magic circle below. Above was the endless starry sky and indescribable chaos, while below was human creation full of order and power. The two sides had nothing to do with each other.

Tim suddenly had a bad premonition. He stepped to the side quickly, rushed out of the door with a "whoosh", and stretched out his hand to pull Jason's arm and took him away together.

So, unsurprisingly, Constantine, who reacted half a beat slower, was directly knocked down to the ground by several black shadows falling from mid-air, and the side of his forehead hit the cement floor solidly.

The first one to land was little Bruce, because it was he who launched the ritual. When he was accepted by the door, he also flew the highest. Of course, it was also possible that the supreme existence of the next world wanted to throw him out the most, but anyway, he also fell straight onto the cement floor of the cellar like Constantine, fortunately without hitting the back of his head.

This fall was not light. Little Bruce let out a painful cry, straightened his body like a fish that had just landed, and then turned himself over, supporting his body with his other arm to lift up. But the biggest difficulty he had to deal with next was not the pain in his body, but the endless whispers in his brain.

From the perspective of the occult world, he made a quite terrible decision—he responded to the call of an Outer God, accepted his power but didn't do things for him, privately studied the knowledge obtained from this Outer God, saw the truth of another Outer God, and then summoned him through a forbidden ritual.

If he didn't consider the help brought to him by his position in this universe, then he might be the youngest and most death-seeking legendary investigator.

Little Bruce couldn't be sure whether his ritual to summon Yog-Sothoth was successful, but he was sure that the crazy whispers in his brain now definitely had a share of him. Perhaps most of them came from Nyarlathotep, but there was no need to distinguish them so clearly. Anyway, it made his brain feel like it had been hammered by a heavy hammer.

The next one to fall was Harley. She was quite agile, adjusting her body posture as much as possible the moment she landed, and rolled a few times on the ground to unload the force, so she didn't fall very heavily.

But after she landed, the groans in her mouth and brain sounded together, followed by a scream that rang through her brain. A strange, young-sounding but angry and energetic female voice shouted in her brain.

"What did you do?! Where is this?!!"

"Please! Wait!" Harley lifted her eyebrows hard, pulling her eyelids to open wide, wanting to let the violent factors ignited by the excited euphoria quiet down, and then she took a deep breath and said in her brain: "This question should be asked by me. Who are you? What are you doing in my brain?"

"Someone moved the Chaos Magic. That kind of terrible star whisper reached my ears along with the power. I just wanted to come and check the situation... Wait, wait a minute, oh, God, I'm not trapped in your brain! I can still come back to my senses, God! Scared me to death!"

"... No, it's okay, dear, you can sleep for a while longer. I just suddenly felt a bit dizzy. Maybe Chthon called me, but I didn't want to ignore him. That's right, that's it... Well, every time I lie, I get caught. The thing is like this..."

Harley heard the voice in her brain gradually weaken, but it didn't disappear completely, just like talking to someone across a thick wall.

Harley couldn't hear the other party's answer, but just from the content of what that girl said, they might be in an extremely distant place and paid attention to here because of some accident.

Subsequently, Harley reacted to what was going on. She wouldn't be the kind of person who was easily blinded, so she raised her tone and shouted in her brain: "Chthon lied to me, right? Chaos Magic doesn't belong to him at all, or at least doesn't belong to him completely. I can feel that this power has a stronger connection with you."

"In a sense, yes." Wanda's voice rang in Harley's brain. Every time she answered, Harley's left eye's red light jumped more violently, as if the projection of some kind of attention ignited a flame in Harley's soul.

"Chthon absolutely cannot call himself the Lord of Chaos, because he is not the master of Chaos Magic. Although I am not entirely, there is no doubt that I can mobilize more Chaos Magic than him."

"When you drew Chaos Magic, I felt an unusual breath. That came from a certain extremely dangerous great existence I had encountered before. I can feel that someone around you summoned them."

"The close connection with Chaos Magic makes me different from ordinary humans. I can borrow the Chaos Magic I possess to believers like a Demon God. I came into your soul with power and consciousness, originally wanting to use your body to solve those dangerous things."

"They cannot come!" Wanda took a deep breath and said: "I faced one of them to some extent, or maybe the greatest and most terrifying one. I cannot say his name, but in that dark giant room full of flute shrieks and drum rumbles, he is still sleeping."

Harley keenly captured some familiar vocabulary, so she began to exchange information with Wanda in her brain, exchanging information from both sides as much as possible.

After all, smart people could see that this matter was not over at all, it was just that everything was too chaotic and complicated, and there was no clue for the time being.

The next one to fall was Barry Allen. He was the luckiest and unluckiest one among these people, because it was he who smashed into Constantine. The good news was that he didn't fall on the cement floor, but the bad news was that falling into a dung pit was not as good as falling on the cement floor.

A voice also rang in his brain.

"Is this the strange universe you said you came from? It seems indeed very far away, at least much farther than the limit of the sleepwalking multiverse I can reach. But the magical thing is that I can still pay attention to here."

"No, no, my power can't be used!" A trace of shock and anger appeared in the voice, and he said: "The power rules of different worlds are completely different. Even the Darkhold cannot give a perfect solution... but it doesn't matter, my experience can still be used. I can help you find powerful power that can still be used in this universe."

"You'd better rest for a while." Barry covered his head and stood up, shook his head hard, and then was surprised to find that he had knocked down a person. He rushed forward to help Constantine up.

Constantine covered his head that had a bump and looked at Barry sideways and said: "I guess you have nothing to do with my summoning object from head to toe, and there are definitely no angels or demons among your relatives, right?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Barry looked at Constantine dizzy and shouted: "Professor Constantine?"

"'Professor'?! The only US bill I support is that alcohol shouldn't be sold to minors. Are you serious? Kid?"

But the next second, tragedy happened. Constantine, who had just climbed up from the ground and hadn't fully stood firm, another figure fell from the sky.

"Bang!"

The lethality of this figure was much greater. Now the Constantine in front of him was probably the only Constantine in the multiverse who survived after being smashed on the head by Doomsday.

"Oh, God, what happened? Why do my body and brain tell me that I was kicked away by someone?!"

Helen Stark covered her head, frowned, and climbed up from Constantine's body shakily. She took a deep breath, made a short breath sound from her mouth, and then found that the culprit of this series of crises, the three strange magic academy freshmen, stood in a row, staring at her with strange eyes.

"I guess we are back." Harley sighed and said: "To be precise, I am back. This is the universe where the Robins are."

"Jesus, Constantine, don't tell me they are all the angels you want to summon... uh, Harley, why are you here?"

Jason stepped over the threshold and walked in. Tim was also obviously stunned when he saw the room full of people. When the two of them walked into the room, this cellar that was not big in the first place was full of people.

Constantine seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. He leaned back, let himself lean against the wall, and then waved his hand hard and said.

"Get out! Little bastards, who would like to have a group of children around them like Batman?!"