Chapter 596

Several cats gathered together to discuss the plan. If Constantine wanting to summon a demon were in the real world, then these few people might not agree.

Except for Clark, who felt that a demon wasn't a good thing, the others would feel that the risk was too high, because once a demon was summoned, it might cause great damage to the real world.

But this is the dream world, and there is no longer the danger of destroying the real world. However, the other few cats were still a bit hesitant. Victor frowned and asked: "You summon a demon over, what can you prove?"

"Theoretically speaking, the status of the Dream King Morpheus is higher than all demons, or it can't be said to be status. It can only be said that for any intelligent creature that can dream, in the dream world, the authority can't be higher than the Dream King."

"Generally speaking, demons won't come to this place. On one hand, the Dream King won't allow it, and on the other hand, it's also very dangerous for them here. Once they come, if the Dream King doesn't let them go, wouldn't that be the end?"

"So, if I summon a demon here, I can verify two things. If there is a demon responding to the summons, it means his brain is not good, and I can treat him as a reserve food in the future when I go to the real world."

"If he responded to the summons and successfully came over, it means the Dream King's state might not be very good, and the out-of-control of the Dream of a Thousand Cats is not an accident."

"If there is a demon responding, but he can't come over, it means the Dream King is not absent, then Shiler might also be safe, and we can proceed slowly, not necessarily having to find him in a hurry."

"Then what if there is no demon responding at all?" Victor asked.

"Generally speaking, there is no such problem. As long as it's me summoning a demon, those who come have to line up." Constantine cat extended his paws to rake the stones in front of him, saying nonchalantly: "My status in Hell is not low."

"Now. My soul has come to a strange dream. That is to say, they don't have to control my body to take away my soul. As long as they bring me back to Hell from here, then my soul will belong to him. No matter which breed of devil or demon it is, they will be very interested."

"You might not be clear. Even if they take away an ordinary person's soul, demons must make a contract with them or use some crooked means. Invading Earth directly doesn't work."

"For a magician like me, if they want to deal with me in the real world, they have to pay a great price. But it's different in a dream. Any demon's mental strength is higher than a human's, and they are also clear about this point."

"They will treat this as my flaw and can't wait to come and divide my soul. Therefore, as long as I release the news, my summoning magic array will be squeezed."

"But this won't work either." Clark opened his mouth: "Then wouldn't you be in danger? Don't sacrificing demons all have to sacrifice souls or something? This sounds..."

Victor bumped Clark with his shoulder and said: "If I remember correctly, the guy in front of you has summoned demons at least hundreds of times. Isn't his soul still fine?"

"How did you do it?" Clark asked with a raised voice in surprise: "You wouldn't have taken someone else's soul to..."

"Of course not. Where would an ordinary person's soul have as much temptation to them as my own soul? Using an ordinary person's soul can't invite any powerful guys. It's very simple for me to do this. Although I say I want to sacrifice my own soul, that's lying to them..."

"You..." Clark just wanted to say that lying is wrong, but he thought about it, Constantine is lying to demons, and lying to demons is not very easy to define, so he hesitated and didn't speak again.

"Another benefit is that if I really summon a demon over, I can completely use his power to deal with Batman cat. Not to mention anything else, paralyzing all the monitoring and weapons on the ground is not difficult. Even the weakest kind of demon, if put into the city, can cause quite a bit of chaos, replacing us to divert Batman cat's attention."

Then, Batman and Victor asked about some details, such as the difficulty of arranging the array, the communication problem after the demon came, and after discussing for a while, they all felt that this plan could still be tried. Confirming the Dream King's state was very important, which related to what their combat style would be next, whether it was aggressive or steady.

After confirming the plan, they began to implement it. Constantine's solid professional level allowed him not to spend too much time looking for those complex materials to set up a good array.

In his own words, most of the summoning rituals and arrays that humans have studied have no use. If a demon is interested in your soul, you don't need to call him, he will also call you every day.

Constantine said while arranging those stones into strange patterns: "Magic is like this. If you can use it, then you know everything. If you can't, even if you learn all the classics, it's no use."

"Are you born with magic?" Batman stood aside, looking at him and asking.

"Perhaps, but when I discovered I had magic, I didn't need anyone to guide me, nor did I read any books. I learned those forbidden knowledge, but similarly..." Constantine's movements paused, he seemed to have many stories he wanted to tell, but eventually said nothing.

Constantine fiddled with that lion for a long time, then went to get some sewage from the sewer, and finally formed a strange shape. It didn't look like a magic array, but rather like a childish pattern arranged by a child playing house.

"Alright, just like this." Constantine stepped on his paws on the ground. Victor walked up and stared at that pattern, saying: "You are sure this will work? How does this look too sloppy?"

"You don't understand. Summoning a demon is essentially not relying on this thing. This thing just lets the coming demon know that I have the heart to make a magic array, but the materials are limited. I have already tried my best." Constantine said nonchalantly.

The other few were speechless. It turns out this is not a functional magic array, but an ornamental magic array, to deal with demons. However, arranged like this, will the coming demon really not feel insulted?

Regardless, only Constantine was an expert in the field of magic. No one else had any understanding of this field. Since Constantine said it would work, then it would work.

Constantine chanted a spell, and used one of his claws to cut the side of his palm, producing a bit of blood, and placed it in the magic array.

He let the other few cats stand in the directions of several stones separately, and let them pose in various postures. After a while, the blood in the center of the magic array finally began to glow.

However, it glowed for a long time, but no demon came out. Constantine let the few cats stop their movements. He walked up to check.

Constantine, who was checking the magic array, first revealed a look of doubt, and then light emitted from his eyes. But just when he intended to adjust the position of the stones, the entire magic array suddenly lit up.

A mass of black sludge surged up, and then condensed into a huge demon, with flaming eyes, sharp claws, and... cat ears?

Constantine just froze there, and said: "Uh, hello, this demon cat I haven't seen before... or cat demon? You..."

Before Constantine had finished speaking, that cat-shaped demon let out an "awoo" and said: "Why did you summon me?"

"Don't you know me?" Constantine asked back. The cat demon opposite was obviously stunned. He didn't expect that the human who did the demon summoning would ask this question first.

And at this time, Constantine, who was closest to the magic array, smelled a strange smell. Constantine didn't smell what it was, just felt it didn't smell good. Just when he wanted to lean closer to smell it, that demon cat disappeared with a "whoosh," making the few cats freeze on the spot.

After a moment of silence, Constantine opened his mouth and said: "That's not right, why do I feel a bit strange?"

"That's right." Batman also discovered this point and said: "You said the magic array you made was just a decoration, but just now why did those stones seem to light up in order?"

"I am very sure that this thing is just a decoration. How could this kind of stone have any magic conductivity? It's not any enchanted material. How did it glow?" Constantine walked to the center of the magic array and carefully checked every stone, but found no abnormality. They were just small stones scattered everywhere in the sewer.

Constantine clearly thought of something. He looked at Batman, but both of them tacitly said nothing. At this time, Batman turned around and said to the others: "You guys rest, I'm going out to investigate."

"Aren't you resting?" Clark shouted: "Although I'm not very tired, we still have work to do tomorrow."

"Don't forget, night is my home field." After Batman finished speaking, he walked into the dark night.

Clark's voice came from behind him: "But, where are you going?? To investigate what???"

Batman's voice disappeared into the dark night, saying: "... That murder case that happened at the bank entrance."

After Batman left, Clark asked confusedly: "Why is he so concerned about that murder case?"

"Oh, I don't mean at all that one should stand by and watch the murder case. I'm just a bit strange, there should be many problems much more serious than that case now, right?" Clark said confusedly.

Victor was not as simple as Clark. Combining so many abnormalities, he also thought of some problems, so he turned and said: "I'll go communicate with that Freeze cat. Perhaps we two should have common topics."

After speaking, he turned and left. Constantine flicked his tail and said: "I'll check the magic array here, you go back to sleep first."

"You guys are all like this, how can I sleep?" Clark sighed and said: "Forget it, is there no work for me to do? I think I can help."

Constantine looked up at him and said: "You go outside and find that crocodile cat. He might have some maintenance work that needs your help."

"But, I'm referring to those more useful work."

"There is no work that is useless, Clark. It's not that only your superpower can achieve the goal. You have to learn to calm your mind."

"Really? Fine." Clark nodded, as if he understood.

Ten minutes later, the crocodile cat looked dumbfounded at Clark flying in mid-air, directly taking down the tire he wanted.

"My God! You! How can you fly???"

"Your exoskeleton... that's not right? No exoskeleton can fly so flexibly. That's technology Batman cat doesn't have..."

"Um, it's okay." Clark smiled modestly, walked over, and rubbed against the crocodile cat. He discovered that rubbing against each other's fur between cats was really comfortable.

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And what he didn't see was that in the dark ramp behind the crocodile cat, a green cat slowly narrowed his eyes.