Chapter 596: Who is the Bat and Who is the Cat (Part 1)

The few cats gathered together to discuss the plan. If the matter of Constantine wanting to summon a demon were placed in the real world, these people probably wouldn't agree.

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

But this was the dream world, and there was 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 in the dream world, the authority of any intelligent creature that can dream cannot 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 is also dangerous for them here. Once they come, and the Dream King doesn't let them leave, wouldn't that be the end of it?"

"So, if I summon a demon here, I can verify two things. If a demon responds to the summoning, it means his brain isn't good. In the future, when I go to the real world, I can treat him as a reserve food."

"If he responds to the summoning and successfully comes over, it means the Dream King's state might not be very good, and the out-of-control Dream of a Thousand Cats wasn't an accident."

"If a demon responds, but he can't come over, it means the Dream King isn't absent, then Schiller might also be safe, and we can take our time and don't have to be in a hurry to find him."

"Then what if no demon responds at all?" Victor asked.

"Generally speaking, this kind of problem doesn't exist. As long as it's me going to summon a demon, those who come have to line up." Constantine the cat extended his paws to rake the stones in front of him and said nonchalantly: "My status in Hell isn't 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 take me back to Hell from here, my soul will belong to them. No matter which breed of devil or demon, they will be very interested."

"You guys might not be clear. Even if they take away the souls of ordinary people, demons must make contracts 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. The mental strength of any demon is higher than that of humans, 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 crowded."

"But this won't work either." Clark opened his mouth: "Then won't you be in danger? Don't you have to sacrifice your soul or something to summon a demon? 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 the souls of ordinary people have as much temptation to them as my own soul? 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 was lying to demons. Lying to demons wasn't very easy to define, so he hesitated and didn't speak again.

"There is another benefit, that is, if I really summon a demon, 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 isn't difficult. Even the weakest kind of demon, if put into the city, can cause quite a bit of trouble and divert Batman cat's attention for us."

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

After confirming the plan, they started to implement it. Constantine's solid professional level meant he didn't need to spend too much time looking for those complex materials to set up a good array.

According to his own words, most of the messy summoning rituals and arrays researched by humans are useless. If you can use magic, then you can do anything. If you can't, even if you study all the classics, it's no use.

Constantine was arranging those stones into strange patterns while saying: "Magic is like this. If you can use it, then you can do anything. If you can't, even if you study all the classics, it's no use."

"Were you born with magic?" Batman stood on the side and asked him.

"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 pieces of knowledge, but at the same time..." Constantine's movements paused. He seemed to have many stories he wanted to tell, but in the end, he said nothing.

Constantine fiddled with the lion, fiddled for a long time, 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 set up by a child playing house.

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

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

The other few were speechless. It turned out this wasn't a functional magic array, but an ornamental one, to deal with the demon. However, arranged like this, would the coming demon really not feel insulted?

Regardless, only Constantine was an expert in 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 respectively, and let them pose in various postures. After a while, the blood in the center of the magic array finally started to glow.

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

Constantine, who was checking the magic array, first revealed a confused expression, and then light radiated from his eyes. But just as he intended to adjust the position of the stones, the entire magic array suddenly lit up.

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

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

Before Constantine could finish speaking, that cat-shaped demon let out an "Awooo" and said: "For what reason did you summon me?"

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

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

After a moment of silence, Constantine opened his mouth: "No, why do I feel a bit strange?"

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

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

Constantine clearly thought of something. He looked at Batman, but both of them tacitly didn't speak. At this time, Batman turned around and said to the other few people: "You guys rest, I'm going out to investigate."

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

"Don't forget, the 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 was hidden in the dark night, and he said: "... 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 that we should stand by and watch the murder case. I'm just a bit strange. There should be many problems more serious than that case now, right?" Clark asked confusedly.

Victor wasn't 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 will have common topics."

After speaking, he turned and left. Constantine flicked his tail and said: "I'm checking 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 mean those more useful work."

"There is no work that is useless, Clark. It's not that only your superpowers 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, who was flying in mid-air, and directly took 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 that even Batman cat doesn't have..."

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

(Author's note: g)

And what he didn't see was that in the dark ramp behind the crocodile-cat, a green cat slowly narrowed his eyes. ===== CHAPTER 597 =====