Chapter 610

Instantly, that group of black monsters was swallowed by the energy spray erupting from the tip of the umbrella; Aisha, who was waiting for a meal underneath with her mouth open, saw the pie that fell from the sky disappear, and started crying with a "wa" sound.

Dick hurried to pick her up and started coaxing; Constantine removed the magic array; he looked at Schiller and asked: "You can also use magic? You never said anything about this before."

"And, why is your magic a bit strange? What did you shout just now? Is it a spell?"

"Nothing, it's fine without a spell." Schiller seemed to have satisfied some kind of strange sense of achievement; visibly, his mood became better; he sat back on the sofa, placed the parasol upright in front of him, and then placed both hands on the handle of the parasol.

"As far as I know, magic that requires the use of spells is often powerful; where did you learn this magic? Teach me, how about it?" Constantine leaned towards Schiller.

Actually, Schiller couldn't use magic at all; he just sprayed out all the sheep wool energy he had plucked from Knull that was stored in the gray fog body in one go.

If you don't use some occult means to utilize this kind of energy, then it can actually only achieve one kind of effect.

If just now, Schiller took this kind of energy to spray the owls in the real world, then the owls' souls would be rushed out of the body, and then rushed away; if the soul strength was strong enough, then they could directly dodge, or defend, and there were not as many functions as magic.

Whether it's the demon gods or mages in the Marvel world, if they want to utilize this kind of energy more efficiently, they must undergo special processing, which is the so-called "spell".

Energy is equivalent to bullets, spells are equivalent to guns; Schiller has no gun, and doesn't know how to make a gun; if he takes bullets to throw at people, it's hard to cause damage, and it's very wasteful.

However, for dark owls that have no physical body at all and are only composed of energy, and whose strength is not enough, this kind of impact is very fatal.

"Controller Here"

Any energy that wants to form a certain form must have a structure, and Schiller's behavior of using this spray to wash the dark owls is equivalent to using another unknown energy to completely disrupt the energy structure of the dark owls, and as a result, they were eliminated.

As for that spell, there is no one who can refuse to wave something in their hand, and when they want to use magic, shout out such a spell.

Although Schiller couldn't even control that kind of energy to form an animal form, this still made him very satisfied; after all, this kind of enemy that happens to meet various release conditions is not common anymore; if a magic spell is released and the opposite side has no reaction, it will appear very stupid.

Schiller hugged Aisha, who was crying non-stop in Bruce's hand, over, stroked her back and said: "Alright, it was me who snatched your meal, but we can go find more."

Aisha was sobbing, wiped the non-existent tears with her hand, struggled for a while, jumped out of Schiller's arms, and then looked up, opened her mouth, wanting to continue singing.

"No, wait a minute." Schiller hugged Aisha again; this time, Aisha wasn't happy; she kept waving her limbs, wanting to escape from Schiller's arms, but Schiller didn't care about her, but handed her to Alfred; in Alfred's arms, Aisha became obedient.

Alfred took Aisha back to sleep; instead, Dick was left behind; Schiller touched his head and said: "Last time, when I was tutoring you, you told me that you participated in the choir at school?"

Dick nodded; he also saw that kind of terrifying monster in the magic array just now; he said with lingering fear: "Sorry, I shouldn't have sung that song..."

"It doesn't matter, in order to integrate into the choir, you should learn to sing properly." As he spoke, Schiller turned his head to look at Constantine and said: "I have a plan..."

After about a year, Cat Getan Cathedral was finally renovated again; just like the guarantee Bruce made to the old priest before, he paid to renovate the entire Cat Getan Cathedral.

By the way, he also used many bat devices to protect the wine pool underground; the intensity of protection was very strong; it can be said that except for Batman himself, any earthquake and natural disaster couldn't destroy that pool.

Today, Cat Getan Cathedral was lively for the first time in a long time; the old priest Daniel brought a group of children into the cathedral; this group of children were chattering; the child in the lead was wearing a jacket, with an unruly face; he hugged his arms and said to another child who was slightly older beside him:

"Dick, what kind of joke are you making? If other gangs knew that I participated in some so-called church choir, I wouldn't be able to mix in!"

"Jason, can you stop thinking about fighting and killing all day?" Dick shook his head helplessly and said: "You should participate in some social activities; even if you don't believe in God, occasionally taking a day off and coming over to sing, it's nothing, right?"

Jason snorted coldly and said: "You don't know, everyone in the Curl-Tail Gang is very busy now; we are now responsible for the newspaper delivery work on three streets near the Living Hell, and there are some smaller children who have to go to the small square next to Green Street to sell flowers..."

"Just organizing them, I have to exhaust a whole day's time; where is there so much time to come here to sing whatever song?"

"It's not just you." Dick patted Jason on the shoulder and said: "Look, didn't that group of children from the vocational education school all come? And there are a few leaders of the street newsboys; even Cobblepot, whom they talk about, came."

Jason looked back and saw Cobblepot, Tire, and Red Truck, those few children who were slightly older, walking at the end, driving the children in front inside?

He "chi" sound, and then said: "Alright, but you'd better not have any hope; I don't have any musical talent; when I sing later, you'd better plug your ears."

"It's okay, I know the nun who will teach us to sing later; I will let her be patient with you."

"Nun?" Jason asked somewhat confused: "Isn't there only one priest in Cat Getan? Since when are there nuns again?"

"Did you forget? The middle school I study at is a church middle school; that is the school's nun."

"Oh, them." Jason obviously knew, because in most church schools on the East Coast, there will be clergy, who are different from the clergy in the cathedral and also serve as teachers.

Jason obviously didn't have a cold for this group of clergy; he walked onto the choir stage unwillingly, and then squeezed and squeezed with the companions beside him, laughing and making noise non-stop.

The old priest Daniel didn't get angry either; Cat Getan Cathedral hadn't been so brand new and full of vitality for a long time, which made him think of when he was young, so he just smiled and stayed on the side, not scolding those naughty children.

The teacher who walked up was an old nun, looking only a bit younger than Daniel; she carried a music score stand, stood in the center of the choir stage, and then said in a cadence tone: "Alright, children, let's learn the lyrics first, come, follow me and read, Court of Owls... monitoring your travel at all times..."

This group of children obviously had all been told; although they didn't understand why they suddenly changed from learning technology to learning music, they were still quite interested, because they had never been exposed to any art courses since they were young; when doing something for the first time, they were always full of freshness.

"Court of Owls... monitoring... your travel at all times..." They read it messily; some words were very difficult to read, so they simply skipped them and didn't read them; some also changed the lyrics without authorization, and some even cursed.

However, that old nun who taught music was obviously also told; she didn't care, but demonstrated it herself first, singing this song once.

This nun teacher was retired from a professional choir; very difficult original songs became very smooth in her mouth, and even carried a bit of coloratura style; it can be said that it was both standard and moving.

And looking down along the floor of the cathedral, next to the wine pool, there was another room; in the room, countless flames lit up; several people were in the magic array of the Spirit Realm vision; Bruce touched his chin and said: "Didn't see that kind of monster, does this song not take effect on adults?"

"This is also very normal." Constantine explained: "Certain occult meanings only take effect on specific groups, and can even be detailed to age, gender, and even certain physical characteristics; for example, demons prefer to make deals with people whose pupils are green; this is not alarmist."

Several people observed for a long time in the room underground, but no matter how that old nun sang, there was no monster appearing.

After teaching for a long time, the children's chorus finally started; the first chorus was also very chaotic; some people didn't memorize the lyrics at all, some people sang out of tune; anyway, the first three seconds of the explosion, it couldn't be heard what they were singing at all.

However, the moment they opened their mouths, the world in the Spirit Realm vision began to change; that kind of black owl began to appear in the air; at the same time, Schiller flashed and arrived on the roof of Cat Getan Cathedral.

The roof of the newly built Cat Getan Cathedral had a platform, originally used to place Gothic decorative spires, but the spires were moved down by Bruce overnight; Schiller instantly scattered into gray fog, and the energy plucked from Knull spread to every gray fog factor.

Instantly, the gray fog wrapped all the dark owls and swallowed their energy completely.

Schiller flashed back again and said: "Theoretically speaking, it is feasible; this kind of energy can be absorbed, but it is not very compatible with the energy I use; I can only store it, but cannot utilize it; we have to find another place to store them."

What Schiller said was the truth; this kind of energy from the DC world and the source energy of the Marvel world are different; when they are stored in the gray fog body at the same time, there will be conflicts.

Now that the quantity of dark energy is relatively small, it's easy to handle, but once the two forces become equal, then there might be problems.

Schiller thought for a while, and then said: "Before, I already verified a law, that is, the 'color pass' theory; green energy can be stored in green things, and Green Lantern energy can be stored in kryptonite crystals."

"Then, black energy should be able to be stored in black things; the energy of dark owls can be stored in..."

Schiller was thinking about what is a black thing, when suddenly, Bruce saw Schiller slowly turn his head, and then cast his gaze on him.

However, just after his gaze fell on Bruce's face, Schiller paused, seemingly remembering something, and then moved his gaze down, staying on Batman's armor; Schiller asked:

"How is your Ark Reactor research going?"