Chapter 616

Of course, although this opening sounded like the classic lines from the last time Cat Getan's owls had bad luck, in this world, one Joker wouldn't plagiarize another Joker.

Joker Shiler turned into a Joker cat and changed to a different way of playing. He made real riddles. Of course, the answers were all "Meow meow meow". In a city of cats, what other answers could there be?

This sounded absurd and strange, but this group of owl monsters disguised as cats weren't humans; they possessed a certain amount of intelligence, but no humanity. This wasn't a toy any Joker would like. Joker cat Shiler was just coming to go through the motions.

After this group of owls was eliminated, the dark owl priest, who was still confused about where the so much energy he had saved up had gone, immediately realized it. The dark owl priest who had just discovered that one of his homes was gone would of course want to keep his other home, so they returned to that station in Metropolis.

After returning there, they didn't discover any abnormalities. The owl statue was still there, those cats were also there, and there were no traces of anyone having been there. Obviously, Constantine and Hal's cleanup work was done very well, especially Hal, who could use Green Lantern energy to shape objects. Even the opening Clark blew out and the hole next to the room were blocked.

This group of dark owl priests didn't discover anything unusual, except for one priest who discovered that one of the cat cages on the ground had been opened, and one cat was missing. However, they didn't go out to catch cats personally; it was impossible to remember every cat. He just thought the cage wasn't closed tightly and the cat ran away by itself, so he didn't pay attention.

The leader held his staff high. His hands were the same as an owl's claws, covered in layers of circular patterns, with sharp nails. He said in a sharp voice: "Someone destroyed our arrangements in the dream world. We must take back the position!"

As they each took their places, standing in a circle around that owl statue, everyone held their staffs high and began to chant the incantation: "Mulitz... Mulitz..."

From the perspective of the spirit world, black flames began to burn on the statue. Branch owls circled above it, emitting sharp cries, then shot into the sky, swooped down, and entered the bodies of the cats in the cages on the ground.

After the owls swooped down, they indeed disappeared into the cats' bodies, but no owls appeared in the cat city Cat Getan, or rather, very few appeared. For every 100-plus owls that went down, it would be good if two could get in.

This group of priests had special methods to sense the situation in the dream. They thought their magic had gone wrong, so they adjusted their positions, chanted the incantation again, and even moved the positions of the cat cages on the ground and re-marked them, but none of it worked.

They had prepared this plan for a long time, just to obtain the Dream of a Thousand Cats. In their view, this plan wasn't allowed to fail, and the efforts made before absolutely couldn't be wasted in vain.

Moreover, those resisting their rule were just a few cats, not the owner of the Dream of a Thousand Cats, or some other more powerful god or demon. If we can't beat others, can't we even beat a few cats?

They felt that even if 100 owls could get in a few, dealing with a few cats would only require a few dozen owls, so throwing in over a thousand owls wouldn't be anything. They had operated in Metropolis for such a long time and had also saved up quite a bit of energy. A few thousand owls didn't count for anything to them.

And at the beginning, the battle in the cat city Cat Getan wasn't fierce. The main combat personnel, besides the real Bat-cat, Bane cat, Crocodile cat, and other local cat residents, were the Joker cat played by Joker Shiler. The white cat turned into by Marvel Shiler and the Clark cat didn't move.

This made the owl priests misjudge the combat power of the cat city resistance army. And when they discovered that the few dozen owls they threw in couldn't handle this group of cats at all, they already had sunk costs.

100 owls could only get in two or three. Throwing in a few dozen owls required paying the price of over a thousand owls, and after paying the price of over a thousand owls, the battle situation didn't improve. So, the dark owl priests intended to throw in a large wave of power at once, start a decisive battle, and instantly destroy the enemy's effective strength.

"Walking Alone to Immortality"

In the past, this tactic was useful, because the opponent only had a few cats after all. Even if other cat city residents dared to resist, they couldn't form combat power. So, they gritted their teeth and took out over 10,000 owls at once. This way, the number of owls thrown into the cat city at once was a few hundred.

For the cat city Cat Getan, these few hundred owls already had more energy than the giant owl before. However, the battle had only just begun, because Clark cat entered the battlefield.

Even if Superman restrained his power, he wasn't something that ordinary small fish and shrimp could shake. Moreover, before entering, Clark had a belly full of fire because of the miserable state of the kittens. He directly swooped down, rushed to the feet of that giant owl, grabbed its claws, and flew into mid-air while carrying it.

Then, this owl became the fan blade of a three-speed rotating electric fan. After being spun dizzy and thrown out, it received a set of cat upper-cut combos in the sky. Clark cat saved up a big move, directly did a Earth Throw, and with a "bang" sound, that owl dissipated without a trace.

The giant owl scattered into several small owls. When the priests in the real world saw this, it wouldn't work at all. They had already paid such a big price; if they withdrew now, they would lose a lot. Only by increasing investment and taking down the Dream of a Thousand Cats would it be possible to control this perverted cat.

They began to use the dark statue to output energy with full force. Instantly, the owls in the dream increased to over a thousand. All the cat city residents were mobilized to resist this darkness together, and the battle situation began to become scorching.

Persisting for half a day, the dark owl priests also reacted. The fact that most of the owls disappeared inexplicably wasn't a coincidence, but a trap.

At first, they were just afraid that their arrangements in the dream would be destroyed, and were too anxious, so they lacked thinking. And when they reacted, they immediately intended to cut off the energy input and then thoroughly check what was wrong with these cats.

Up to now, the loss was still acceptable. It sounded like a few thousand or tens of thousands of owls seemed like a lot, but after all, their size wasn't big, and the energy lost was just that much. If they stopped the loss in time now, it would take about a month to make up for the lost energy.

But Constantine and Hal, who had long been waiting below this room, wouldn't give them this opportunity.

The fundamental purpose of Constantine hiding below the room and setting up a magic array on the floor of the room wasn't to care about those few hundred or thousand owls; those were just mosquito legs to him. The reward for working in Cat Getan was dozens or hundreds of times this.

His fundamental purpose was to observe how this sacrificial ritual operated. As the saying goes, it's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Constantine intended to figure out the principle of this sacrificial ritual, and then directly extract the energy on the statue.

Just at the moment the owl priests intended to stop, Constantine determined that he had already figured out the principle of how this kind of energy was extracted and stored. So, he directly called Hal and broke out of the ground.

When Constantine descended, the sky was full of demonic flames landing. Obviously, in the period of time just now, another old friend of his had bad luck, but it had to be admitted that this was indeed very cool.

At the same time the trench coat fell, flames rose in response. Constantine, whose hands were shining with the brilliance of magic, waved, and the magic array on the ground floated up. Several energy channels like vines blown by the wind danced into the shape of ropes in the air and attacked the dark owl priests.

The dark owl priests, backed by so much energy, were naturally not afraid at all. They formed a formation, held their staffs high, chanted dark incantations in a low voice, and their robes moved without wind.

And then they were beaten like dogs by Hal, the Green Lantern who was also full of energy, and Clark, who woke up later.

To tell the truth, having two big daddies, Ion Hal and Superman Clark, serve this group of villains was already their supreme glory. Plus Constantine, who had just sacrificed an old friend, this combination—if they went for a stroll on Apokolips, Darkseid would have to call for good tea directly.

Without surprise, this group of priests died on the spot. Superman didn't kill people, but after this group of priests took off their robes, they didn't look much like humans anymore. If you called them owls, the owls wouldn't be happy either.

Feathers grew on their faces, and their eyes and mouths were very similar to owls, but when it reached the neck, it turned into a human body, and when it reached the hands, it turned into owl claws, and the legs were the same.

Although the structure of other parts of the torso was human, many places had already been rotted by the erosion of dark energy. Obviously, they used their own bodies to purify this kind of dark energy.

They weren't that group of natural gods from Asgard who could smoothly digest energy like pebbles. The end result of swallowing too many pebbles was to support themselves into a state that was neither human nor ghost.

Constantine picked up their staffs, one staff per person, and was knocking them to death one by one. Clark, who was still in a fit of anger, pretended not to see it and was busy opening the cages to rescue the kittens that hadn't died yet.

And Shiler, who had just returned from the dream world, the first thing he did was to hurriedly stop Constantine, who was killing them painfully. He stretched out a hand and said: "Stop! Leave a line for people, so it's good for the future..."

Constantine, carrying the staff, stood up, pounded the staff on the ground, and said: "Where do you plan to lock them up? How do you plan to make them obediently listen and help you get this kind of energy?"

Shiler hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to cover Constantine's mouth. Once Constantine said this, Hal and Clark both looked at Shiler. Obviously, this kind of operation was still a bit shocking.

"Don't listen to his nonsense; I didn't want to do that!" Shiler immediately denied. Hal snorted coldly, pretending he didn't hear it. Clark looked down at the cats that died miserably again, took a deep breath, and convinced himself that he had consumed too much power and had tinnitus, so he heard nothing.

Constantine smiled, waved his staff hard, and with a "bang" sound, knocked the dark owl priest who was still struggling nearby to death, saying: "You look down on me too much. After observing for so long, I've already figured out what's going on."

"They are indeed praying for energy from a mysterious existence, but what is consumed to purify this kind of energy is their flesh and soul. That is to say..."

Shiler and Constantine lowered their heads together, looking at the corpses of the dark owl priests on the ground. Shiler continued: "... They are also just consumables. There are still owls hiding in the deeper darkness."

Constantine took a deep breath, looked at Shiler, and said: "Among the enemies I've dealt with, there are very few as cunning as them. Are you sure you want to go to war with them?"

Shiler raised his head, looked at that giant owl statue, and said: "Do you know? What I fear least is this kind of enemy that possesses multiple forms."

"Because, no matter how many enemies there are, there are just as many of me."