Chapter 1718 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoner of the Batcave (I)

"Okay, this damn holy power rune finally stopped updating!" In the small cellar, Constantine gritted his teeth and said, "I have to take advantage of this short period of stability to summon this bastard angel and give him a punch! You all stand back, I'm going to activate the magic circle!"

Tim grabbed Jason's elbow and made him step back two steps, but he said, "The holy power rune stopped updating as suddenly as it started updating frequently. You dare to activate the magic circle without investigating the truth behind it. This is not a child's play. Once the rune operates abnormally, God knows what you will summon."

Constantine took a deep breath and turned to look at Tim , and said very seriously: "You understand that you are the child between the two of us, and I have spent half my life studying these runes. I am sure that even if the rune energy of the divine power suddenly becomes disordered, it is just a failure of the summoning ritual. There will be no danger. I will not joke with my own life."

"You better not."

After saying that, Tim took two steps back and leaned on the cabinet next to him with Jason without saying anything. Constantine was busy in the center of the magic circle for a while, as if he had added insurance measures to the operation of some runes. Then he rubbed his hands, cut his palm with a knife, and pressed his hand on the core rune in the center of the magic circle.

The magic circle lit up, and each rune worked perfectly as Constantine expected. The annoying update of the divine power rune did not affect the operation of the magic circle. Everything seemed to be under control. The only problem was that no one responded to this magic circle.

Constantine looked a little surprised and a little confused. In fact, although Constantine was a bad guy from a human point of view, he was a popular person among the gods, especially angels and demons. This was evident from the fact that countless angels and demons chose to respond to his summons after being tricked by him so many times.

But this time, the magic circle was unexpectedly silent. The object it pointed to ignored it completely, but suddenly a space bubble composed of completely different forces appeared abruptly above the magic circle.

It is no exaggeration to say that the style of this space bubble is completely different from the magic circle below. Above is the endless starry sky and indescribable chaos, while below is a human creation full of order and power. The two sides are completely unrelated.

Tim suddenly had a bad premonition. He took a quick step to the side and rushed out of the door with a "whoosh". He also stretched out his hand to grab Jason's arm and took him away with him.

So, it was no surprise that Constantine, who was a little slow to react, was directly knocked to the ground by several black shadows falling from the air, and the side of his forehead hit the concrete floor.

The first person to land was little Bruce, because it was he who initiated the ceremony, and he also flew the highest when he was accepted by the door. Of course, it was also possible that the supreme being in the next world wanted to throw him out the most, but anyway, he fell straight on the concrete floor of the cellar like Constantine, but fortunately he did not hit the back of his head.

This fall was not light, little Bruce let out a cry of pain, straightened his body like a fish just landed, then turned himself sideways, and lifted his body up with the other arm, but the biggest difficulty he had to deal with next was not the pain in his body, but the endless whispers in his mind.

From the perspective of the occult, he made a very bad decision - he responded to the call of an Outer God, accepted his power but did not work for him, privately studied the knowledge obtained from this Outer God, saw the truth of another Outer God, and then summoned him through a forbidden ritual.

If we don't consider the benefits brought to him by his status in this universe, he may be the youngest and most suicidal legendary investigator.

Little Bruce couldn't be sure whether the ritual he summoned Yug was successful in the end, but he was sure that the crazy whispers in his mind must have been his, perhaps most of them came from Naa, but there was no need to distinguish them so clearly, anyway, it made his brain feel like it was hit by a heavy hammer.

The next to fall was Harley, who was quite agile. She adjusted her body posture as much as possible at the moment of landing, and rolled on the ground a few times to relieve the force, so she didn't fall very hard.

But after she landed, the moans in her mouth and in her mind sounded together, followed by screams in her mind, and a strange female voice that sounded very young but with an angry vitality shouted in her mind.

"What did you do?! Where is this?!!"

"Please! Wait!" Harley raised her eyebrows and pulled her eyelids open, trying to calm the violent factors in her body ignited by the excitement of euphoria. Then she took a deep breath and said in her mind: "I should ask you this question. Who are you? What are you going to do in my brain?"

"Someone has moved the power of chaos, and the terrible whispers of the stars have been transmitted to my ears along with the power. I just want to check the situation... Wait, wait a minute, oh, God, I'm not trapped in your mind! I can still come back to my senses, God! I'm scared to death!"

"... No, it's okay, honey, you can still sleep a little longer, I just suddenly felt a little dizzy, maybe Sithorn called me, but I didn't want to talk to him, that's right... Well, I'll be caught every time I lie, this is what happened..."

Harry heard the voice in her mind gradually weaken, but it didn't disappear completely, as if it was talking to someone through a thick wall.

Harry couldn't hear the other party's answer, but judging from the content of the girl's words, they might be in a very far place, and they paid attention to this place because of some accident.

Then, Harley realized what was going on. She was not the kind of person who would be easily deceived, so she raised her voice and shouted in her mind: "Sithon lied to me, right? The power of chaos is not his power at all, at least not completely his. I can feel that this power is more closely connected to you."

"In a sense, yes." Wanda's voice sounded in Harley's mind. Every time she answered, the red light in Harley's left eye would jump more violently, as if some kind of projection of concern ignited a flame in Harley's soul.

"Sithoen must not call himself the Lord of Chaos, because he is not the master of the power of chaos. Although I am not completely one, there is no doubt that I can mobilize more power of chaos than him."

"When you drew the power of chaos, I felt an unusual breath, which came from some extremely dangerous great existence I had encountered before. I can feel that someone around you summoned them."

"My close connection with the power of chaos makes me different from ordinary humans. I can lend my power of chaos to believers directly like a demon. I came to your soul with power and consciousness, and wanted to use your body to solve those dangerous things."

"They can't come!" Wanda took a deep breath and said, "I have faced one of them to some extent, or it may be the greatest and most terrifying one. I can't say his name, but in the dark room full of flute screams and drums, he is still sleeping."

Harley keenly caught some familiar words, so she began to communicate with Wanda in her mind, exchanging information between the two sides as much as possible.

After all, smart people can see that this matter is not over at all, but everything is too confusing and complicated to figure out for the time being.

The next person to fall was Barry Allen, who was the luckiest and most unfortunate one among these people, because it was he who fell on Constantine. The good news was that he did not fall on the concrete floor, but the bad news was that falling in the pit was worse than falling on the concrete floor.

A voice also sounded in his mind.

"Is this the strange universe you said you came from? It seems to be very far away, at least much farther than the limit of the sleepwalking multiverse that I can reach, but the amazing thing is that I can still pay attention to it."

"No, no, my power is useless!" There was a hint of shock and anger in his voice. He said: "The power rules of different worlds are completely different. Even the Dark Book cannot give a perfect solution... But it doesn't matter. My experience can still be used. I can help you find a powerful force that can still be used in this universe."

"Take a break." Barry stood up with his head covered, shook his head vigorously, and then was surprised to find that he had knocked someone down. He rushed forward and helped Constantine up.

Constantine covered his bumpy head, squinted at Barry and said, "I guess you have nothing to do with my summons from head to toe. There must be no angels or demons among your relatives, right?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Barry looked at Constantine dizzily, and then shouted, "Professor Constantine?"

"'Professor'?! The only American law I support is that alcohol should not be sold to minors. Are you serious? Kid?"

But the next second, tragedy happened. Constantine, who had just climbed up from the ground, had not yet completely stood firm when another figure fell from the sky.

"Bang!"

This figure has much greater lethality. The Constantine in front of him may be the only Constantine in the multiverse who survived being hit on the head by Doomsday.

"Oh, God, what happened? Why are my body and brain telling me that I was kicked far away?!"

Helen Stark covered her head and wrinkled her eyes as she staggered to get up from Constantine's body. She took a deep breath and made a short breath from her mouth. Then she found that the culprit of this series of crises, the three weird freshmen of the magic academy stood in a row and stared at her with a strange look.

"I guess we are back." Harley sighed and said, "To be precise, I am back. This is the universe where Robin is."

"Jesus, Constantine, don't tell me that they are all angels you want to summon... Uh, Harley, why are you here?"

Jason stepped in, and Tim was visibly stunned when he saw the room full of people. When the two of them walked into the room, the cellar, which was not big to begin with, was full of people.

Constantine seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He leaned back, leaned against the wall, and waved his hand vigorously.

"Get out! Little bastards, who would like to have a group of children around him like Batman?!"