Chapter 596 Long Live Cats! (Part 2)
After the superego threw Schiller out, several gods who had the same pope sat on the top of the tower and started to watch the show.
This posture is only a step away from the old men who sit under the trees to enjoy the cool after dinner. It would be better if there were sunflower seeds.
One of the biggest characteristics of human beings is that they live short lives, and another characteristic is that they have fun while living short lives. Even if these gods do nothing, they can see countless fun just by staring at human cities, not to mention the chaos in chaos and the freedom of freedom in the free cat city Gotham.
But don't forget that there are still two people whose grievances have not been resolved, that is, Lex and Moonlight Schiller.
Lex hopes that this exam will end here, but Moonlight Schiller can't stand being interrupted in the middle of his work, so he wants to pull Kong Su back to the room to chop Lex.
It's not easy to see Schiller's fun, how can Kong Su be willing? He was reluctant to go, so Morpheus and Jörmungandr had another fun to watch, which was watching Moonlight Schiller chasing Khonsu with an umbrella knife.
No one knew whether Khonsu was regretting finding the most capable pope, but there was no doubt that in Schiller's own territory, his mind palace, Khonsu had no advantage, and his staff was broken again.
Jörmungandr, who was about to laugh at him, saw the huge knife light coming towards him. A genius boy who was uncomfortable without fighting was released from the lunatic asylum. As a result, the two gods who did not choose the most capable pope also suffered.
The dream god wanted to persuade them to fight, but hesitated for a while and thought it was better not to bring trouble to himself. Khonsu went back to repair the staff, and Jörmungandr was chased and chopped by Moonlight Schiller, leaving only the dream god on the top of the tower.
As we all know, it is cold at high places. There is another advantage for the other people coming down from the top of the tower, that is, when the thinking tower is lifted up, they will not fall down from the top of the tower in a very embarrassing way because they are not standing firmly.
Of course, Morpheus is the dream god, how could he make such a fool of himself? At the moment when the earth shook, he flew up, but there was another person busy working on the top of the tower, that is, Schiller's superego personality.
It is very difficult to maintain the form of one's own thinking palace in other dream spaces. Moonlight Schiller chased these gods and chopped them, which was already noisy enough. As a result, a concert suddenly started outside, and the venue of the concert happened to be at the foot of the tower.
This bump almost shook the thinking palace apart, and the superego who was working on the top floor stumbled and fell to the ground.
He was surprisingly angry, so he controlled the thinking palace to spread the sound outward: "Stop making noise!"
At the same time, of course, he had a way to deal with this group of annoying people who disturbed his work, that is, to use the same old trick and start calling the lantern ring here.
It is not without benefits that Marvel Schiller created a Green Lantern Corps industry. At least Schiller has a thorough understanding of the Lantern Rings. Even without the help of others, he can use some sneaky means to call other Lantern Rings.
Just like dealing with the Laughing Demon of Fear before, sensing the call from the dream world, this group of Lantern Rings did not know how to enter the dream world, but their special properties allowed them to know who was calling them.
So, this group of Lantern Rings came to Schiller's body, just like before, because the place where the call came from was the dream world, so the Lantern Rings abandoned their own entities and used energy to enter Schiller's consciousness space.
After entering, the Lantern Rings were also confused, because the consciousness space they entered along Schiller's body did not have a thinking hall at this time, only a ship of Schillers standing there.
Although Schiller is Schiller, the safety device of the Lantern Ring is still quite reliable. He will go to which personality calls him, and the rest of them are all useless.
Therefore, these lantern rings could only use the stupid method to fly to the superego. When the Schillers on this ship saw these lantern rings, they understood what they were doing in the mind palace, so they drove the boat to chase these lantern rings.
The automatic pathfinding function of the lantern rings is quite reliable. Even in the dreamland, they did not get lost. Therefore, they became the best compass, leading this ship of Schillers to the cat city Gotham in the dreamland.
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As soon as the ship came over, the Schillers on this ship saw the huge dark owl floating in the air from a distance. The Marvel Schiller standing on the bow thought for less than a second and said: "Raise the sail and hit it!"
DC Schiller's complaints about Marvel Schiller are not unreasonable. Marvel Schiller believes in two means of attack: raising the sail to hit it and lowering the sail to board it.
All the residents of Cat City saw that under the dark fog, a huge ship was like a sharp arrow flying in the air, "swooshing" across the sky, and "banging" hitting the huge dark owl.
"Lower the sails, boarding battle!" Marvel Schiller shouted again.
At the moment of contact, the Schillers jumped down. It can be said that even if a Schiller plucked a feather, the owl would be plucked bald. Of course, it takes a certain amount of time to pluck the owl bald. At the same time, while all the cats were paying attention to the battle in the sky, Schiller had changed back to human form and came to the stage.
Bat Cat was watching Constantine perform magic intently, and did not notice that a pair of big hands appeared behind him, then grabbed his front paws and picked him up.
Schiller turned the Batcat over so that he faced his hands, grabbed the armpits of his front paws, looked at it from a distance first, and then looked closer.
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The bat cat's hair exploded and he grinned at Schiller. However, because he had to enter the control room of the musical instrument, he was not equipped with any large weapons. It was obvious that he couldn't break free with just the cat's fangs and claws.
However, the bat cat's claws in this position could still scratch Schiller's hand, and his mouth could bite Schiller's fingers, so Schiller hesitated and then grabbed the back of its neck.
The cat held in this position had basically no room to struggle. Batman also returned to his human form with a bang. Constantine and Victor gathered around him, and Schiller lifted the cat up. , several people gathered around him to watch.
Batman reached out and took the cat over and said, "So, are you really Bat-Cat? A cat disguised as a bat?"
Obviously, he also didn't know how to evaluate his peer.
Just when several people were concentrating on studying the Batcat, the light rings that Schiller had brought over before flew towards the tower of thought, but Schiller, who had his back to the tower, did not notice that he had returned. The gray mist that reached the tower, under the guidance of the superego, once again absorbed the energy of those light rings.
A chaotic mist gradually dispersed, emitting colorful lights. Feeling the change in light, Schiller turned around and saw a gray dragon flying out of the mist and letting out a loud dragon roar. .
Schiller looked at the dragon and felt that it looked familiar. He thought for a moment, wasn't this the gray lantern beast he made when he defeated the Laughing Monster? Shouldn't this be something that the gray mist can create by absorbing the energy of the light ring? How come it appears here?
But before he could wonder, the Dream God suddenly flew out of the tower and showed a malicious smile to Schiller. In an instant, the dream scene changed, the tower of thinking returned to its place, the dream was broken, and Schiller suddenly disappeared from the sky. He sat up on the hospital bed.
He covered his head, feeling that his thoughts were a little confused. He remembered that in the end, the Dream God seemed to have forcibly lifted the dream of a thousand cats, sent his thinking tower back to its original place, and then kicked him out of the dream.
Why would he do this? Could it be that Schiller bombed his house in revenge? This revenge is really a bit painless, right?
Schiller thought this, curled his lips, and lay back on the hospital bed. He was still a little sleepy because he was forced to end his dream. He planned to sleep again. It would be better if he could talk to the God of Dreams.
Schiller fell into sleep like this. When he woke up again, he was woken up by the ringing of the phone. Schiller turned over, pulled the quilt, opened his eyes, and then looked at the bed beside the hospital bed. Telephone.
The phone was now ringing sharply. Schiller grabbed the phone impatiently and said to the other end of the phone: "Hello? I need to rest now. If you have anything to do, please wait..."
"It's me." Bruce's voice came from the other end of the phone. Schiller recalled the previous dream in a daze. He felt that Bruce had nothing important to do with him, so he planned to hang up.
Then he heard Bruce on the other end of the phone say: "To celebrate your great victory in the dream, Professor, I have prepared a gift for you..."
Schiller hung up the phone with a snap, and muttered in a low voice: "You want to scare me with my words? No way."
As he said that, he turned over and rested his head on the pillow, intending to continue sleeping, but just when he was about to fall asleep, the door to the room rang, and in his hazy vision, Bruce appeared in front of him.
Schiller lay on the bed and took a deep breath, trying to wake himself up, then sat up, turned to look at Bruce and asked, "What on earth are you going to do? Don't you know I'm still a patient now?"
Then, Bruce bent down and took out... a black cat from his feet?
Schiller's eyes widened, and Bruce held the two front paws of the black cat with both hands, showing it to Schiller like a pet cat.
"This is a gift, how about it? Do you like it?"
Schiller covered his forehead, closed his eyes hard, and whispered: "Am I dreaming?"
"No, no, professor, do you remember the battle yesterday?" Bruce put the black cat down, and then the black cat walked along his legs to Schiller's bed, and then sat down on the spot. It started to meow, and Schiller discovered that he could actually understand what the black cat meant.
He was asking: "Am I in another world? What is going on?"
"The principle should be similar to how you created Elsa. The power of the lamp ring was fused to form the gray lamp beast, and then something that should not have come into reality was materialized."
Schiller stopped and thought for a moment. He remembered that before he was kicked out of the dream, he did seem to see the gray beast, but where did it come from? He never summoned the Lantern Ring?
Suddenly, he realized that this was another conspiracy of the superego. No, maybe the dream god was involved.
The superego summoned the lamp ring, fused with the gray lamp beast, and then asked the dream god to bring everyone back to reality the moment the lamp beast appeared. This replicated the process of Schiller bringing Aisha back to reality, and then , brought this black cat into reality.
Schiller stretched out his hand and picked up the cat. One cat and one cat, with big eyes staring at each other, Bruce said, "Yes, he is the Batcat."
"Now that things are irreversible, do you have a way to put him back? I don't have one anyway."
Schiller opened his mouth and said, "Can't you raise one yourself? It's just a cat..."
"It could have been, but Elsa would pull his tail, and Alfred doesn't allow any cat hair in the manor."
"I don't allow it either... I mean, my housekeeper Merkel doesn't allow it either..."
"Oh my God! What is that?!" Merkel, who had just received the news that Schiller had woken up and came to visit the patient, walked up quickly, took the cat from Schiller's hand, and said, "Sir, is this the stray cat you adopted? It's so cute, did you give it a name?"
Schiller turned his head, glared at Bruce, and said, "His name is Owl."
"Meow!", "No!"
"Just call him Owl!"