Chapter 611

"No, I haven't researched it out yet." Bruce turned his head away and didn't look at Schiller, but Schiller didn't look at him either, but said to himself: "Good, if you have already researched it out, then I think these energies have their destination."

Bruce stared at Schiller, Schiller stared at Bruce; the two stared at each other for a minute; in the end, Schiller spoke first: "Listen, Bruce, I will tolerate your grades being so bad, precisely because you have strengths in scientific research; if you don't even have this strength, I will have to go find your butler and talk about your school grades..."

Bruce coughed twice, turned back and said: "Wait for me a moment, I'll go back and get it now."

While waiting for Bruce to go get the Ark Reactor core he made, Schiller didn't stay idle either; the old nun was teaching children to sing above, and Schiller was waiting on the roof to catch owls.

In the time it took to sing two songs, the accumulated energy was already quite a lot; although it couldn't compare with the magic energy plucked from Marvel, it was easier to obtain, almost without much effort.

Don't look at Schiller getting so much energy in Marvel, but the energy expended was not small; just the Knull serving event alone contained how many layers of calculation; not only did he have to get enough resources for himself, but he also had to feed everyone from top to bottom, making the overall strength of the earth improve; the brainpower calculation required for this was not light.

"Origin of Immortal Wood"

By comparison, eating these dark owls was too simple; taking advantage of the singing, squatting on the roof, catching as many as came.

These things neither resist nor are pure energy creatures; they don't even need to be digested; if the chaotic energy sent by Knull was stir-fried meat with pebbles, then this energy was delicious thin porridge.

Eating and eating, Schiller began to suspect that this energy seemed to have been extracted and refined by someone in advance.

Schiller, who had read comics, knew that standing behind the Dark Owl Priest was the Dark Dragon Barbatos, but Schiller didn't believe that Barbatos's energy would be so soft; obviously, this group of Dark Owl Priests, who were humans, carried out modifications in order to allow these energies to act on the human body; the result was all cheap for Schiller.

Thinking this way, Schiller had other ideas.

In Marvel, the energy obtained from Knull cannot be directly used by humans; otherwise, Schiller would also want to create some magic Spider-Man, magic Hulk, etc.

But unfortunately, without natural energy affinity attributes, one cannot use this kind of energy; one cannot find the meat that can be used from many pebbles; this is something only mages of Kamar-Taj or cosmic demon gods can do.

Stark relied on the Ark Reactor to be able to let magic energy act on himself, but he couldn't engage in wholesale, installing an Ark Reactor for everyone.

Doing this cost too much, and the harvest was too small; Spider-Man and Hulk essentially didn't need any extra energy to improve themselves; if there was, it would be better; if not, they didn't need to expend so much energy to get it.

However, these abilities refined and extracted by the Dark Owl Priest seem to be specifically for adapting to weak human bodies; maybe it's not just human bodies, but specifically supplied to children.

Even individuals who are weaker among humans can adapt to this power, and even coexist with them; then if this power is processed into tools, can every ordinary person use it?

Just take the simplest example, the development of Cat Getan's logistics industry has had many twists and turns; originally, the logistics transfer station industry system was still quite healthy, but natural and man-made disasters are constant, and there has never been a smooth time; but if the strongest black technology teleportation array for logistics is created, then whether it rains, snows, or natural and man-made disasters occur, it won't affect those truck drivers delivering goods.

Thinking and thinking, Schiller also felt that his kind of thinking is really too pragmatic; getting such an energy, what he thought of was actually how to develop the logistics industry.

But this is not unreasonable; still that sentence, if anyone can ride a teleportation door to the face at any time, what other problems are difficult to solve?

In Marvel, the context of this sentence might only be aimed at superheroes; ordinary people taking teleportation doors might have dangers, but if this kind of energy is more civilian, and any ordinary human can take a teleportation door, wouldn't the development of earth's technology directly speed up?

Schiller was thinking about these problems while waiting for Bruce, standing on the roof; the more he thought, the more he felt that this plan was very good, but the more he felt that this plan was good, the more he looked at this pile of owls and felt they were unpleasant.

Now, these children sing once below, probably summoning twenty or thirty owls; basically one per person, and sometimes there will be a few less; the time to sing a complete song is about 3 minutes, that is to say, about 10 owls per minute.

However, these owls are only the size of real owls; being so small, there is basically not much energy; although the speed and quantity of coming are okay, compared with the plan Schiller is thinking about, it appears to be really too little.

A major characteristic of the human race is that they have an inexplicable longing for large-scale, automated, and assembly-line operations; there are even games specifically of this type to satisfy players' wishes to constantly expand production lines and increase production capacity.

In Schiller's view, now, children singing below, he catching owls on the roof, is no different from primitive fishing and hunting; if you want to enter modernization, first, you must carry out standardization, and then further compress costs, shorten production time, and improve production efficiency.

Schiller simply didn't stay on the roof anymore; he directly used a flash to return to that room underground, and then began to study with others how to improve the collection efficiency of dark owl energy.

After briefly talking about his thoughts, Constantine looked at Schiller and simply felt he was astonishing; he looked at Schiller and said: "You mean, you want to extract this energy on a large scale, just like humans mining oil?"

"That's right, look at this energy having so many advantages; besides not being under our control, it is simply the perfect energy source."

"Wait a minute, this is not magic at all; we can't... I mean... you have to have a bit of awe; this is not oil."

"If he had awe, the Green Lantern energy at the headquarters of the Green Lantern Corps wouldn't be in a shortage state until now." Hal leaned against the wall with his arms hugged, disdainfully said.

"Green Lantern energy and the dark energy of this dark owl have no difference; they are just a kind of energy; throw that damn occultism to the back of your head; we are pragmatists." Schiller said.

Looking at Constantine's expression, Hal could understand his state of mind very well; when Schiller cheated Green Lantern energy before, he was also in this mood.

But it must be admitted that watching the magical energy he once regarded as a god being pumped out one pump after another like oil, and then stored in containers, really can eliminate that useless awe very well.

Human's greatest fear comes from the unknown, and when something can be collected and utilized by them, this fear also ceases to exist; or rather, the original fear will be transformed into another more powerful energy, and that is greed.

And obviously, Constantine is also a greedy person.

Whoever says Constantine is a law-abiding mage, the countless demons in hell who were pitted by him until their pants were gone really have something to say.

His moral bottom line is much lower than Hal's, so he condemned for a second, and immediately asked with great interest: "What do you plan to do? Can you give me two percent of the extracted energy... no, one percent is fine, I will fully help you."

Schiller glanced at him and said: "This is what you said."

"Rest assured, Constantine's words count."

Schiller didn't continue to say anything, but stood on the spot, closed his eyes, and then said: "Wait a moment, I'll find a professional person to come."

He paused for a second, and when he opened his eyes again, his expression didn't change, but his eyes flashed with different light; he looked up, through the Spirit Realm vision, at the sky where the owls were circling, just like looking at a delicious meal that made people drool.

"First, we have to solve the first problem." Schiller led Constantine and Hal out of this room, came to the surface of the Cat Getan Cathedral, stood at the intersection leading to the living room, looked at the singing children, and continued:

"The time for a song is really too long; it takes 3 minutes to finish singing; sometimes it's not complete in the middle, and it needs to stop halfway; it takes an average of 5 minutes to summon a wave of owls; this kind of speed is definitely not okay."

Hal thought for a while and said: "That's not right; before, when I watched Aisha sing at Wayne Manor, it didn't take so long, right? Probably only sang three or four sentences?"

"What is the principle of this kind of nursery rhyme being able to summon special energy?" Schiller looked at Constantine and asked.

"It's hard to say; it might be some special vocabulary bound to occult concepts, or it might be a special tune, or even vocabulary and tune added together to constitute a spell." Constantine answered.

Although his answer is like answering nothing, occultism is indeed like this; there are many means to achieve a result, and there are all kinds of strange ways.

"It doesn't matter, we can experiment." Schiller stepped forward, nodded at Priest Daniel; the priest extended a hand, and that nun stopped; she turned to the children and said: "Let's take a break in the middle now, everyone sit down on the spot, there will be a restaurant owner coming to prepare lunch for you later."

Hearing that there was a meal for class, the children chattered excitedly, all discussing which restaurant owner it would be, and what delicious food it would be.

Schiller's three people and the old priest and nun gathered together to discuss; Daniel knew about the owls, so he would support Schiller's plan; only by pulling this group of people out and eliminating them completely could Cat Getan's children be protected.

Hearing that Schiller wanted to test the principle of the nursery rhyme, they formulated a plan together; after a while, the nun organized these children again, and then said to them: "Now, let's divide into two groups first, the lyric group and the tune group; the lyric group is responsible for learning the lyrics, and the tune group learns the tune first."

"The lyric group is divided into 4 groups again, each person learns 3 sentences, and the tune group is also the same, each person writes two bars; come, next, listen to my arrangement, starting from the center line I point to, the left is the lyric group, the right is the tune group..."

The nun organized it, divided these children into different groups, and then began to teach them separately; every child had their own corresponding sentence of lyrics or tune; after teaching for a long time, they began to sing their own part one by one.

Sure enough, after conducting such an experiment, certain things were exposed; in such a complex song, not every sentence of lyrics and every sentence of tune was useful; the vast majority of them were just smoke bombs, the purpose was to cover up the truly useful lyrics and tune.

Among the several groups divided, a few groups summoned owls immediately when singing their sentence of lyrics, while other groups, no matter how many times they sang, had no reaction.

Constantine stood in front of the choir stage, touched his chin and said: "I guess, human language is just a facade; it might be the pronunciation of the lyrics, plus the rhythm of the tune, which constitutes certain syllables, just happening to become a spell; many summoning spells I know are like this..."

"Can you extract all these syllables? I want the most refined part, the shorter the better."

Constantine took out a notebook; he frowned, stared at the children who were singing, and then began to record quickly.

After listening to almost every group once, Constantine laid the notebook flat; Schiller and Hal leaned over; they saw that only a few short syllables were written on that notebook—"Mooliz".