The Soul Shackle, also known as the Bracelet of Confinement, seals the power that erodes the body in the arm, and this arm that is sealed by the power of the ghosts and gods has a unique name - the ghost hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

That's right, it's the ghost hand.

After the skill book for forging soul shackles was exchanged, in the old Pope's astonished eyes, Lin Yao handed it over, "The content recorded in this book is the method of being able to control the power of filthy magic, according to our previous agreement, we can start now." ”

There is nothing special about the skill book, the gray cover is ordinary parchment. After seeing the many incredibles of Lin Yao and Mi Lu, the old Pope had already understood that they couldn't think about it with ordinary people's thinking, so he nodded and gave the book to the rough man behind him.

This is a battle priest who is proficient in the system of striking iron and light magic, and his pious faith and excellent qualifications have made him the first person to forge the shackles of the soul - he will in the future become a noble status comparable to the three cardinals of today.

"Trek," the old Pope called out the name of the battle priest, placing his hand on the man's shoulder, he nodded and sighed, and finally said only one word, "The original light is with you." ”

Trek bowed his head, this seemingly rough man certainly knew what the Pope meant, and he solemnly opened this seemingly ordinary book.

Then a stream of light poured into his mind, and he suddenly fell into a froze, and the book disappeared like silver sand as a bits of light.

This was the first time that Lin Yao had given the exchanged skill book to someone other than Mi Lu to use, but its effect did not make any difference.

The scene fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the bearded man, and after standing for a moment, he woke up, and the man's eyes flashed with a warm fire.

"Soul shackles! Filthy magic can be controlled! The man turned around abruptly and shouted, "Go to the stove, Lao Tzu is going to start work!" ”

The old pope laughed, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly recovered, and the group followed the man behind him to the side of the high-fire stove that had been prepared a long time ago, the bellows were agitated, and the heat was pressing.

The art of striking iron is powerful in the mountains and rivers, the man beats violently with his chest, sparks splash everywhere, steaming, but the old pope and the group do not blink, watching a pair of soul chains in this world take shape from the hands of the blacksmith little by little, the giant hammer is raised, roaring, and smashing the iron!

As the sun sets, the lights are bright, and after the last shimmers of fog have cleared, the chains are finally forged.

The blood of the monster, the mineral powder rich in magic power, and the last step of the enchantment work were carried out in an orderly manner in the hands of the man. The system is bound to be a masterpiece, and the instantaneous indoctrination of the skill book allows the iron-striking priest to infuse magic into his chains like an experienced magician.

When the moon was in the sky, nearly 100 people watched the man's movements intently.

The faint magic fluctuations clearly passed through Lin Yao's senses, and he suddenly became energetic, "It's coming—"

As soon as the words fell, the white light flashed, and the simple steel chain seemed to be attached to a layer of fluorescent flickering, and when the light disappeared, everyone gathered their eyes in amazement, and the iron priest did not lose his spirit at all, and laughed loudly, "It's finally done!" It's finally done! The first soul shackles! The power to control the power of filth is in my hands! ”

The old pope took the seemingly ordinary chain, stroked the smooth exterior, and focused his gaze on the black uncle.

Under the long-term ravages of the Holy Light, they were already exhausted, and black smoke spilled out of their bodies little by little, but none of them made a sound.

"The first soul shackle—" the Pope said, placing it in Revelyn's hand and staring at her, "let me see your original human face!" ”

The black uncles drew closer, and Refrilyn turned to look at the group of fellow citizens, and the others looked at her.

Then she placed the chain of significance in the hands of Panke, the oldest of the black uncles, and the one who could remain fully awake except for Delena.

Retlyn didn't speak, the simple gesture of handing over was like some kind of ritual, and then the strong man clutched the chain.

The sound of steel clashing sounded, and Milou stepped up and placed his hand on his body - gathering the magic to a certain part of his body through someone who could control the filthy magic, and then sealing it, and that was all he had to do.

The filthy magic flowed into Pank's left hand under the tutelage of the great magician Milou, and the pitch-black skin regained his original complexion under the influence of the tidal wave of filthy magic—a handsome kingdom human, indistinguishable from the other priests present, with an angular appearance that resembled that of an aristocratic one, and his tattered outfit could not hide his temperament.

On the contrary, his left arm was finally hideous and ugly under the huge gathering of filthy magic, with protruding muscles and sharp phalanges, like the claws of a beast ~ strong and terrifying.

The transfer of filthy magic was a painful process, and the man only gritted his teeth, and finally when the last trace of magic was completely gathered on his arm, he slammed the confinement bracelet on his wrist and arm!

The obscure magic runes were triggered in an instant, and the filthy magic was completely sealed.

He roared and hammered the ground with one hand, and the ground caved in the smoke, and everyone present was instantly stunned - terrifying!

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Three days were spent in the ghost hand transformation of the black uncles.

And all the black uncles who wore shackles instantly changed back to their original handsome and chic appearance, and what was even more surprising was that when the uncles brought the shackles, all their memories of human beings were restored!

Lin Yao was stunned to see Pan Ke carrying the giant sword behind his back, carrying a thin sword on the left and right sides of his waist, and then the strong man indifferently put the white gloves on his hideous arm, and the dark evil arm was hidden.

This man has become much more indifferent since he regained his memory, and his face is deep every time he looks at the sky, obviously a man with a story. But it's no wonder that if he takes back the memory of mankind and looks at this completely different world after living for a hundred years, everyone will become as deep as him.

"By the way, is there any reason why you're wearing white gloves? Come, tell me your story. Lin Yao asked with a smile floating in the air.

The man put his white hand in front of his eyes, was silent for a moment, and said, "When I was still a human, I used to be the strongest royal swordsman in the kingdom, and royal swordsmen all had a rule of wearing white gloves as a symbol, and I didn't want to lose this habit, that's all. ”

Lin Yao shrugged his shoulders, moved his gaze to another uncle with a ghost hand, and then floated over.

"Hey, uncle, your eyes-"

"Nothing, nothing! It's just that the blood is a little upsurged! We used to be the vanguard generals of the army, so we don't get in the way! ”

“……”

Lin Yao could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, and then looked at the changes in the sky, the energy storm became more and more intense, since the last time he told the old Pope about this, the old Pope has been reminding him on the side of the Secret Wartime Round Table Council, but it seems that it has no effect.

Just then, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside the training church.