Chapter 3125: Romantic

Gray Mist sent a positive thought, saying, "This is not used to strike anything, but to transmit something to the target location."

"Ah?"

This answer indeed exceeded Schiller's expectations.

Ever since Schiller learned from Nyarlathotep that Dr. Anatoly had made a strange cannon and fired a shot at the stars, he had been trying to figure out what Anatoly was doing.

In his impression, this doctor was not a person who loved weapon research and had a fear of insufficient firepower. There were no violent traits on him, and he was very gentle most of the time. If you couldn't reach the paranoia and madness hidden under his gentle appearance, you would only think he was a gentle and good doctor.

Greed felt that he was very similar to him.

Anatoly must have developed weapons for something, but Schiller really couldn't see what it was for. In his view, there was nothing that needed such a weapon to strike.

Schiller had also been in Marvel for so long, and the resources in his hands were enough for him to build an indestructible weapon, but this made no sense to him. Who was he going to use this thing to hit? Abstract entities? But even if he didn't hit them, Eternity and Death still ran away when they saw him.

Precisely because he couldn't understand it, Schiller needed to investigate. But Nyarlathotep definitely wouldn't tell him anything. He wouldn't agree to those strange conditions of Nyarlathotep.

Schiller could only start from the victim.

That cannonball didn't hit Nyarlathotep directly at the time. That is to say, this thing wasn't aimed at killing Nyarlathotep, but some other unlucky guy in the stars was almost hit directly by this thing.

This unlucky guy was Hydra.

This was the only useful piece of information Schiller got from Nyarlathotep, but as for how to summon Hydra and how to ask for the truth from him, Nyarlathotep knew nothing.

Schiller only knew that the outer gods in DC and Marvel were the same batch, and no matter which universe they were summoned in, they were the same one, and Marvel was clearly more suitable for summoning.

Schiller wasn't without considering using magical means to summon, but the biggest problem was that he wasn't very proficient in magic, and the Sorcerer Supreme Strange would never allow him to summon such a dangerous thing.

So, Schiller set his sights on Reed.

Although this guy Reed was also very powerful in normal scientific research, he was still better at doing some crooked ways, unique in researching dangerous items. Stark couldn't compare to him in this regard, and only Doctor Doom had the ability to fight.

However, Doctor Doom almost had no weaknesses. If he wanted to make him cooperate, Schiller would inevitably have to bleed. But it was simple to fool Reed. Even if you didn't pay him, he was very happy to research these dangerous things himself.

It just so happened that Reed encountered problems in pursuing Susan. Schiller solved these problems for him and put forward useful suggestions. The condition was that the two of them had to make a deal. Reed needed to help Schiller find a way to summon Hydra.

Completely beyond Schiller's expectations, this guy had unparalleled talent in causing trouble. The higher the danger coefficient of the summoned object, the more efficient he worked.

Relying only on some basic equipment transferred from New York, he directly rubbed out a whole set of equipment used to summon Hydra in less than three days.

But just having this equipment wasn't enough, or rather, this equipment was actually prepared for the superheroes. What really needed to be borrowed was the spiritual power of the superheroes.

Reed believed that the so-called call of the stars was actually someone's or some group's brainwaves fitting the retrieval conditions of the stars, similar to the stars always emitting a kind of invisible wave, and responding when encountering brainwaves with certain specific tags.

This specific tag might be praying in some special way, might be drawing a magic circle, or might even just be simply reciting a certain word.

After Schiller gave all the information about the outer gods to Reed, he believed that the vast majority of outer gods would definitely respond to brainwaves that were constantly obsessed with him.

Simply put, the more you want to see the outer gods, the easier it is for the outer gods to respond to you. The so-called "if you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door; if you do bad things and are especially afraid of ghosts, you will naturally see ghosts more easily."

Generally speaking, to gather so many brainwaves that can summon outer gods, at least a group is needed, not to mention thousands of people, at least a hundred people, and they must maintain this thought for a long time. This is the origin of the cults of the outer god believers.

But Schiller clearly didn't have the time to start a cult. Even if he replaced the original Hydra of Hydra, it wouldn't work. This was really too slow.

So Reed came up with a way. He proposed that the thoughts of superheroes were different from ordinary people, and seemed to occupy a very heavy proportion in the entire universe, possessing special power. As long as they kept thinking about Hydra and calling him, Hydra would definitely appear from behind the stars.

Of course, just calling him wouldn't work. It also had to be combined with the equipment Reed made that was similar to a brainwave amplifier, constantly amplifying their thoughts, to ensure that it could definitely be transmitted to the depths of the stars and attract Hydra's attention.

The plan was successful, but I didn't expect this Hydra to be quite petty. Not only did he not answer, but he also swore. After swearing, he didn't provide any useful clues.

Schiller thought for a while and decided to believe Gray Mist. He asked, "Do you think this is a transmitter? But if it's for transmission, why be so troublesome? Wouldn't a portal work?"

"Then how do you build a portal over there?" Gray Mist asked a key question, "If you don't go to the depths of the stars, you can't leave a portal there. And without a portal, how do you go to the depths of the stars?"

"Uh..."

This really stumped Schiller a bit, because this is an obvious logical paradox.

Normal people can't enter the world of outer gods by any means. They might be able to enter the realm of a certain outer god, but they can never enter the Great Chamber of Azathoth, which is the so-called depths of the stars.

In the case of not being able to enter, how to open a portal?

Even for a mage, opening a portal in a very distant place requires someone to fly there first, and then they can open the portal there. In the case of being completely unable to pass, there is no way to open a portal there.

The so-called portal riding on the face is not opening a portal directly on someone's face from thousands of miles away. It is also sending someone to touch over quietly first, and then opening the portal there to transport the army.

Therefore, for places that are completely inaccessible, traditional portals cannot be used for transmission.

Schiller seemed to understand a little. He said, "So this thing is to be able to directly send certain things to a place that cannot be reached under normal circumstances?"

"I think it should be like this." Gray Mist said, "It's not impossible to say this is a weapon, because this is indeed a heavy flying brick, using unimaginably powerful force to shoot this thing directly over."

"Then what did he shoot into the depths of the stars?"

Gray Mist was silent for a while and then said, "Is there a possibility that he shot himself over?"

"What?!" Gray Mist's bold guess made Schiller shocked again.

"Nyarlathotep once said that Dr. Anatoly took a look at the depths of the stars and happened to see him, so he responded to Dr. Anatoly's call. Do you feel that this story contains some beautification?"

Gray Mist's words made Schiller silent.

This probably doesn't just contain some beautification, this probably has to find a tiny bit of truth in the beautification, Schiller thought.

Let's take the most prominent one. Nyarlathotep's position among the outer gods is very high, almost second only to Azathoth, which is equivalent to the second largest shareholder of a company.

No matter how powerful Anatoly was at that time, he was still an ordinary creature. For Nyarlathotep, ordinary life was as small as dust. Even if Anatoly had Lucifer's feather, that was equivalent to a subordinate of a regional manager. How could Nyarlathotep pay attention to such an existence, and directly lend him power, and still not be able to get it back?

Anatoly must have done something shocking.

Considering this, the process of his first meeting with Anatoly that Nyarlathotep told back then was probably all water.

Just because I looked at you more in the crowd, we reached a destined contract. It sounds like a very beautiful love story, but if one of them is a crazy Soviet and the other is an outer god, the facts are definitely not so wonderful.

Schiller felt that it was possible that things were like this.

Anatoly was a little short of money for a while. He took Lucifer's feather and plucked the wool of this universe, the multiverse, and even the entire Great World. But he still felt it wasn't enough.

So he set his sights on the existence outside the domain.

But summoning these existences is very troublesome, and it takes a lot of energy and doesn't necessarily bring much power. So his clever little brain turned, feeling that if the mountain doesn't come to me, I can also go to see the mountain.

Then he made a cannon. The main function of this cannon is to shoot himself directly to the home of these domain-outside existences, and the secondary function is to allow these existences at home to talk to him peacefully in this form.

If there are no accidents, Nyarlathotep should be the first unlucky guy.

Anatoly stuffed himself directly into the cannon and, with a 'whoosh', shot himself deep into the stars. Nyarlathotep, who had been honestly squatting at home sleeping, opened his eyes only to see something that absolutely should not have existed before him.

Under normal circumstances, panic is not an emotion possessed by an Outer God, but given the richness of Nyarlathotep's emotions, that moment could absolutely be described as panic—no, wait, buddy, who are you?!

What happened after that was, of course, easy to handle. Nyarlathotep is an existence who will never be stingy with his power as long as you can pique his interest, so this matter naturally succeeded.

Furthermore, Schiller also suspected that Anatoly probably wasn't aiming directly for Nyarlathotep; he might have just been grabbing whoever he could find, and Nyarlathotep was simply unlucky.

Although this series of speculations sounded very absurd, Schiller felt his conjecture made a lot of sense, because Anatoly was just that kind of absurd person; otherwise, how would he have wanted to cure Schiller in the first place?

In Schiller's view, Anatoly was a man with two hundred pounds of body weight and one hundred and ninety pounds of rebellious spirit. The more you told him he couldn't do something, the more he had to do it to show you. Treating Schiller was like this, and saving Gotham was also like this.

The more something was touted as impossible to save, the more he had to save it for you. The greater the difficulty, the more energized he became. For this, he could think of all sorts of absurd and bizarre methods. Looking back at the traces he left along the way, how many of those things were even humanly possible?