Chapter 3810

Owlman was still somewhat absent-minded today. Even the magical portal couldn't pique his interest. Because of last night's experience, he was truly somewhat depressed.

Saphir finally agreed to help him contact a powerful demon god, but summoning this demon god was no easy task. Saphir first taught him a very complex magic circle, and Owlman also spent some effort to memorize it. When drawing it, because of various incorrect forces, the summoning ritual failed.

The magic circle finally succeeded, but when meditating and communicating, problems arose again. No matter how hard he tried, meditation couldn't succeed, let alone contact the Hell dimension.

Saphir repeatedly emphasized to him to concentrate. Owlman swore he really concentrated, but except for some "buzzing" noises, he couldn't hear anything.

If there was no sound at all, Owlman might suspect that the method was problematic. But when concentrating to the extreme, he could indeed hear echoes from Hell, and could even vaguely see the scene of Hell. But he just couldn't contact the powerful existence in the Hell dimension.

Faced with this situation, Saphir had already begun to suspect that he wasn't suitable for contracting this demon god. Because only if one had no talent would there be a situation of constant summoning and meditation but no response.

No talent? How could that be! Owlman was almost exploding with anger inside. He was the most evil of all the Batmen; how could he have no talent?!

But sometimes he would also feel guilty. Saphir also told him: evil was just one of the standards, or rather, a basic standard. And evil was also divided into many kinds; whether he could match the taste of the Lord of Hell was hard to say.

Owlman was now very unwilling. If he hadn't seen the power of the Lord of Hell, that would be one thing. But the powerful image of Mephisto appearing in the Magic Forest that day left a very deep impression on him. It was even the Sorcerer Supreme who personally took action to expel his avatar. Then how powerful would his true body be?

Owlman had already lost to Main Universe Batman several times. What he wanted most now was to regain his ground, preferably to step heavily on Main Universe Batman's head. He could already imagine the scene where Main Universe Batman only contracted an ordinary small demon god, while he became the apostle of the Lord of Hell, and then beat Main Universe Batman up in front of all the Batmen.

And he had another sense of crisis. Although he was very evil, Arkham Batman's coldness and cruelty were not below his. If he didn't grasp this opportunity, the Lord of Hell might not necessarily choose him. He had to get there first to reverse the current situation.

So even if Saphir hinted to him "don't hang yourself on one tree," Owlman just didn't believe in evil. But the more he didn't believe in evil, the less progress he made. It made him angry and doubt life again.

Where did Owlman know that Schiller had actually colluded with Mephisto long ago. As long as Mephisto didn't respond, he would never hear an echo in his life.

Owlman calculated everything but didn't calculate that not being able to contact Mephisto wasn't his problem at all, but Mephisto's problem. If he had changed to another demon god, he might not have been so miserable.

But actually, that wouldn't work either, because the magic school was isolated from the outside world. The students inside had no way to contact any demon gods outside, and could only choose the few in the school. And under Schiller's constant temptation and hints, Owlman obviously intended to hang himself on this one tree.

If he were a little more rational and thought outside the current situation, he would find: currently, all mages in the school who could use magic had contract objects. If Mephisto, recommended by Saphir, didn't work, then why not ask other professors if they had any recommendations?

Other Batmen had already begun to do so. Since they completed their grade skipping and began to teach contract-related content, the Batmen were all inquiring openly and secretly about which demon god each professor had contracted, and also heard some demon god names from their mouths, such as the Great Demon Shadow Chthon, the Dark Lord Dormammu, the Lord of the Crimson Dimension Cyttorak, the Trinity Vishanti, etc.

Although they didn't sound very righteous, the professors also emphasized: what kind of character a demon god has and what kind of character you have are two different things. Even if you contract the Dark Lord, you can completely use this kind of energy to do good things. At most, this kind of power isn't suitable for healing, but more suitable for hitting people. But isn't hitting bad people also punishing evil and promoting good?

After the successive introductions by various professors, the more popular demon gods were the Great Demon Shadow Chthon and the Trinity Vishanti. The Great Demon Shadow was because Professor Wanda guaranteed he wouldn't mess around, and Vishanti was because this was the contract object of the previous Sorcerer Supreme—also the strongest Sorcerer Supreme in history, the Ancient One.

As for Mephisto, he wasn't very popular among the Batmen. Because he was a mythological figure with a name and surname, Batmen often didn't want to touch such characters.

But the more this was the case, the more Owlman wanted to contract Mephisto to prove himself. But the more anxious he was, the less Mephisto responded. Just like this, after a few days, he finally fainted from anger during a class one day.

Actually, it couldn't be considered anger. His rib injury hadn't fully healed before, and then he ran out to take exams, attended classes during the day, and practiced additionally at night. Being able to persist until now to faint could be considered a natural talent.

But this time could be considered a blessing in disguise. In the process of fainting, Owlman vaguely heard a voice calling his name. He saw the flames of Hell, the burned ashes, the screams and wails of living beings, and those blood-red eyes located deep in Hell.

Owlman sat up abruptly. At the moment he opened his eyes, the whites and pupils were covered by blood red. Yet he seemed to be completely unaware, and because of weakness, he collapsed on the bed again.

A pair of hands waved in front of him.

"Are you okay?" Schiller's voice sounded in his ear.

Owlman widened his eyes abruptly, but the experience just now seemed like a dream. The only difference was that the wound on his chest didn't hurt. But he couldn't be sure whether it was because Schiller used painkillers on him or if something special really happened.

"You..." Owlman just said one word and found his throat was particularly hoarse. Schiller poured him a glass of water. Owlman drank a full glass of water before feeling much better.

But soon he found his throat was very painful. No matter what he said, there was a burning sensation. And whenever his attention wandered, terrifying scenes from Hell would flash before his eyes.

Although Owlman wasn't afraid of those scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, their constant appearance did indeed affect his mental state. He sat there and drank two or three glasses of water, but still couldn't relieve the symptoms in his throat.

Schiller checked him and shook his head, saying, "Your throat isn't inflamed. I guess this might be a somatization symptom caused by anxiety. Shall I prescribe you some medicine to soothe your mind?"

Owlman just wanted to nod but reacted, then shook his head abruptly and said, "No need."

Actually, he also knew that so-called soothing the mind meant making him sleepy, and then going to sleep. But he couldn't sleep now; he needed to concentrate and figure out what on earth happened.

That night, although Owlman felt weak all over and his throat still hurt, he insisted on coming to the Magic Forest and met Saphir, telling him his situation.

"It seems I have to congratulate you." Schiller sneered and said, "He has another loyal servant."

"You mean I completed the contract?"

"It's still early. You only contacted Mephisto, but you must pass his test."

"Test?"

"Yes, didn't you say your throat hurts? I also felt this way when I first contracted him. This is the consequence of his power gradually manifesting in you. If you can't bear it, you won't be able to accept more power."

Schiller wasn't talking nonsense. Mages would indeed have such symptoms: when first contracting a certain demon god, the attributes of the power would manifest in them. For example, power with fire and ash attributes would make them very thirsty, and power with ice attributes would make them feel cold. This was actually an exclusion reaction produced because the human body wasn't accustomed to this kind of foreign energy, and it would last for two or three days.

Now, because of the spiritual energy recovery in the Nine Realms, this problem wouldn't occur. But there were exceptions, that is, both sides were novices—the human was contracting a demon god for the first time, and the demon god was also contracting a human for the first time, so it was easy to fail to control the intensity.

But Mephisto wouldn't have these problems. The symptoms on Owlman now were purely Mephisto tossing him around.

"What should I do next?" Owlman asked.

"Ignore these adverse symptoms, continue to try to meditate and contact him until you can hear complete words, and then pray to him for power."

Schiller wasn't fooling him either. There was indeed a period of time when humans contracted demon gods like this, but it was probably during the tribal period. The Middle Ages were much more civilized than this.

Owlman had no choice but to bear the discomfort and continue to try to contact Mephisto. Mephisto would occasionally respond with one or two words, but it was always intermittent. Owlman also didn't obtain any power from him.

Until Schiller learned from Stark that Main Universe Batman and the others had made breakthrough progress in the research on magic energy compression. They seemed to have studied the sling ring very deeply, gained inspiration from the structure of the sling ring, compressed the magic energy in the gems to the extreme, and turned the gems into a very dangerous magic bomb.

Because it already looked very dangerous, and the Stark mech's energy reading for it looked even more dangerous, no one dared to test-explode it, and could only infer that the power wouldn't be small based on its principle.

Just that night, Owlman suddenly heard someone calling his name in his dream. This time, he finally heard the other party's voice clearly and was finally able to communicate with the other party.

"Who are you?" Owlman suppressed his excitement and asked in his heart.

"My name is Mephisto, Lord of the Hell Dimension. Why do you call me?"

"Great Mephisto, I need power!" Owlman gritted his teeth and said, "I need the power to step on them all!"

"I appreciate your anger and greed. Sign a contract with me, become my apostle—bring the fire of Hell to the human world!"

?? Some people say how can Lego Batman have big palms, but they are big palms, palms! Not including fingers!