The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

When Harry stroked backwards violently, she realized that there was nothing there.

But the three people present heard those words, mixed with the biting coldness that loomed behind the sound of the flute in the far north. Until it dissipated, the dark clouds hovering over the Himalayas finally dissipated, and the exposed It is a deeper, beautiful and terrifying starry sky.

"I heard..." Little Bruce walked to the door barefoot, then opened the window in the corridor, and shouted into the empty valley: "I see you, I know you name, answer my call, from that great dark room, from your ebony palace..."

In the next second, little Bruce felt himself being thrown to the ground, and the world was spinning. Barry was pulling his shoulders tightly, and Harry stood beside him expressionlessly. Barry kept shaking his body with his hands and shaking his head. Say, "Wake up, Bruce! You almost jumped out of the hallway window! What the hell happened to you?"

"He was bewitched." Harley's indifferent voice came, followed by a soft sigh. He said, "Like those students who attacked in school, he was bewitched by that monster just now."

"He's not a monster." Little Bruce, who was lying on the floor, looked at the ceiling blankly, and said, "He's a priest who dances and sings outside the dark giant, blind, dumb, and stupid..."

"Dark Chamber?" Barry captured a word keenly, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and mouth in shock, and raised his voice and said: "'The door to the secret chamber has been opened. Those who are enemies of the Successor, be careful! '???"

He stared at little Bruce Wayne with wide eyes, while Harley held the piece of paper in her hand, and she said silently in her heart: "Is that why you asked me to write that sentence on the wall? Then The so-called chamber of secrets is accompanied by the screaming of the flute and the rumbling of the drum, and who is living in the huge dark chamber where countless gods and souls dance around?"

The gray vortex let out a sigh.

"Answer me," Harry repeated.

"Truth has a price."

"what would you like?"

"Your friend Bruce Wayne has answered the call of the stars: Nyarlathotep, one of the three gods, has left an old mark on him, allowing him to peek into a corner of the mysterious palace, and you must overcome He sent this terrifying alien god back to his palace."

"Who is Nyarlathotep?"

"Go back and get your book, it has all the secrets about him...about us."

Nyarlathotep did not appear on the screen, but from Bruce's behavior and language, everyone could see that a mysterious existence had influenced him.

The text on the "Necronomicon" and the words interpreted by Schiller in the dean's office appeared almost at the same time.

"In the depths of the stars there is a group of mysterious beings, people call them outer gods, but they call themselves gods, they sing and dance around a huge dark room, accompanied by flutes and drums, all frantic and Euphoria, there are countless unknowable horrors for people..."

"Nyarlathotep, the Chaos of the 'Nameless Mist' and 'Chaos', he lives in the ebony palace in the far north, with a flute player playing music for him behind him, he is almost one of the Outer Gods The only rational person who can be understood by human beings is also the most purposeful one among all the blind and ignorant gods. He is more like a tempting demon in human myths..."

"No wonder." Zatana touched her chin and said, "As you said, the attackers in the campus attack had a purpose. They were not completely crazy, and their minds were not chaotic at all, and they could even control them rationally." Magic, they are most likely blinded, targeted blinded."

"We were also deceived by him." Bruce shook his head slightly and said, "Remember the tentacles behind Jennifer Mavey? It's all about cognition, and I think this is the characteristic of this pantheon."

"If you can be so keen in psychology, your professor will be very happy." Schiller smiled and said: "But what you said is right, human beings understand them, that is, they exert the greatest force on human beings." Impact."

"Once humans really recognize them, they will inevitably be affected by them. The vast majority of outer gods are not interested in whether humans recognize them, just like the stars hanging in the sky, whether humans can see them or not, They will live forever."

"But Nyarlathotep is an exception. He likes to disguise himself consciously, and then let humans recognize a certain side of him inadvertently, and humans will be bewitched by him and work for him."

"Does he need human faith?"

"No need at all." Schiller shook his head and said, "But you have to understand that not everyone needs to give back for doing things. Some people just want to watch the world burn."

In an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on Schiller.

But Schiller was obviously not ashamed, but enjoyed the gaze. He opened his arms and said like an artist introducing his artwork: "Let the world go crazy, let all tragic art focus, and burn because of your existence It is more exuberant, and it is a kind of indescribable supreme happiness."

"As for Nyarlathotep, he can do more. He ignites his own flame of tragic art among every reasonable and intelligent race, making them burn even more vigorously."

"But what he did was not noble." Pamela said dissatisfiedly, crossing her arms: "Distorting students' cognition, driving them into madness and attacking others, what kind of art is this? beads!"

"Then what do you think we should do? Miss Pamela?" Schiller was not angry at being interrupted in his narration, he just narrowed his eyes and smiled, looking at Pamela curiously and asking.

"He should look for those students who really have stories. I can see that many of them have experienced unimaginable tragedies before embarking on this pilgrimage."

Pamela's tone gradually lowered, and her eyes showed that she seemed to have entered another world. She said: "They have acquired their own obsessions in these tragic stories, which leads to no need for any cognitive distortion at all. Just a little With guidance, obsession will become the most ideal firewood for crazy flames."

Harley's notes quickly appeared on the second page of the Necronomicon, just below Nyarlathotep's information, and she wrote quickly in gorgeous notes.

"The poor will seek wealth at all costs, the lonely will give their all to seek companionship, the lost will desperately seek to get it back, and the excess will be thrown away even if it is at the end of the road—this is the best way to drive people into madness. Greatness, the madness that can be obtained without magic, is the best madness."

"Then prove yourself to him, and I'll watch you.

"that's enough."

After Harry finished drawing the trail of the last word, she put down the pen and closed the book without hesitation, with Helen standing right behind her.

"You opened it."

"not only that."

When Harry turned around, gray and blue intertwined tentacles crawled out of the dark center pupil of his brown eyes.

"I made a contract with him, not only him, but them."

"You are crazy! Harley Quizell!" Helen stepped forward and looked into Harley's eyes and said, "Do you know what you are doing? That is a mysterious existence that the ancient one may not be able to deal with, you still... ...You even made a contract with Sithorne, he is not a good person!"

"He's a piece of shit."

Helen was speechless, she took a deep breath, put her hands on her waist, and her eyes fell on the book in Harry's hand, she ran to the table, and said: "Okay, if that's the case, tell me what this book is What's going on, and what does it have to do with the campus attack..."

This time, it was Barry's turn to dream.

He saw many bubbles in his dream, and some kind of consciousness told him that they were one universe after another, but they were being broken one after another because of countless time backtracking and space travel.

"Can you feel this great power?" a voice asked.

"I just think you're cruel," Barry replied instinctively.

"That's not cruel. The strength I have contributed to me in countless universes enables me to do greater things, and you should join me."

"You made a mistake, I don't even know who you are."

"But you have a gift in you."

"I'm just an ordinary person."

"The one that traveled across the universe?"

In an instant, the dream was reversed, and Barry found himself in the vast starry sky, with... a book at his feet.

A huge book was suspended in the starry sky and became a solid ground. There were many mysterious words written on the pages, but Barry couldn't see any of them clearly. He only knew that this huge book emitting an evil red light was supporting him. There is no sole basis for falling.

"Crash."

An exquisite round table for afternoon tea, two single sofas in Victorian style, a set of exquisite white porcelain tea sets and hot tea landed in the center of the book one after another. Barry found himself sitting on a chair, while the opposite chair turned. Coming over, Barry let out an exclamation.

"Professor Strange?!"

"Oh? You've already seen me in that universe? Under what circumstances? In that ridiculous magic academy?" Another Strange with slightly gray skin asked with a sneer.

Barry pressed himself against the back of the soft leather chair, swallowed and said, "You're not Professor Strange! Who are you? What did you bring me here for?"

"Don't be nervous, kid, this is just your dream, and I just happened to sleepwalk here."

"happen?!"

"Well, it's not that coincidental." The strange Strange picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of hot tea, then took a sip of the tea with his fingers, and said, "This universe of yours is a bit strange, almost I have reached the edge of my sleepwalking, which means that you must be very far away, but it may also mean that there is a greater power hidden here, are you willing to bring me this secret?"

"Do you think I look willing?!"

Barry seemed to explode suddenly, he straightened his back, and roared at Strange opposite him like an angry lion: "I just came to school with the admission letter, I thought I would meet Kind teachers and classmates, learn the knowledge I need in the future, or even experience the mysteries of magic!"

"But what am I doing now?! I'm in a room at 6000 meters above sea level listening to a madman babbling some dark room nonsense! There are constant attacks on the school, and it looks like the only two people I know are going to be there A duel in a martial arts competition!"

Barry collapsed and grabbed his hair and said.

"And are you going to tell me now that you are going to sign a contract with me and let me kill them all?!"

"Uh, I..."

"OK, I do! Sign!"