Chapter 348: Inscribed Brand

This impact was the worst damage Gris suffered after he had his memory. Not only was the magic armor shattered, but his soul almost dissipated. Even if he was left with less than one-tenth of his strength, it was not something he could bear.

Fortunately, under the protection of the God of War Spirit, Gris's soul was not shaken away and turned around in a daze. He felt some strange changes at the first time.

He hadn't taken off his magic armor for a long time. Similarly, as a magician with a ranged attack, Gris hadn't cared about his body for a long time. No matter what his body turned into, it would have little impact on his strength. So when the magic armor was shattered and his purple body was revealed, Gris was stunned.

Purple gold skeleton, the Lord of Death, the Immortal King... No matter how many names there are, it describes a kind of existence that transcends the golden skeleton and has a more powerful soul than the heart of the soul. Others call it the Immortal King. Only such skeletons have purple bones.

Gris's bones are slightly yellowish in the lilac. It is obvious that they are in the process of transformation and have not taken shape completely. However, no matter what, this transformation requires the condensation of the soul of mourning. Have you been promoted to the Lord of mourning?

Forced to suppress his inner doubts, Gris looked up in the direction of Samolson.

Samolson's situation was not optimistic either. He was in a hurry to escape just now and stood there staggeringly, with his soul fluctuations and abnormal chaos.

The soul impact Gris made on him did not cause any harm, but the soul mark pressed into his body scared him to death.

Soul brand, Samorson is so familiar with it. In his long life span of tens of thousands of years, countless undead creatures have dedicated their souls to him, and these imprints are deeply engraved in the souls of his people.

The problem is that this kind of imprint belongs to the other party's dedication. Whether it is threatened or voluntary, the dedication party needs to take the initiative. After he passively accepts it, he forms a deep soul connection with each other, and this imprint will take shape.

I have never dedicated my soul, so why did this imprint appear? I was forcibly penetrated into my soul. Faced with this strange change, Samolson, who had always been very calm, couldn't help but panic.

It’s not his fault that he is panicked, because the consequences of the soul imprint being engraved are too serious. Not only will the freedom of human beings be gone, but the freedom of thought will not be there anymore.

Turning all soul energy, Samolson tried to expel this imprint from his soul.

If it was his heyday, a soul mark would probably not even be close to him, and he would be crushed by the aura. But now he has endured plots and repeated hard battles, and his soul has become weak to an unprecedented level. In a hurry, he has not been able to expel the soul mark.

A holy light flashed directly on him. This sacred magic that can only be regarded as a terrifying technique for ordinary people can produce immeasurable effects when used on undead creatures. The extremely weak Samolson could no longer ignore this harassment, and his soul felt numb. This was a feeling that was more unbearable than pain, and Samolson couldn't help but lose his mind.

Distracted attention flew around, and then Samolson realized that the fire was hanging behind him, two balls of destruction burning in her hands, facing him tightly, but not venting.

No matter how dull Samolson is, he can be sure of one thing. As expected, the other party does not just want to destroy him, but wants to enslave him.

In less than a tenth of a second, Samolson had retracted all his attention. At this time, he could no longer care about the elements of destruction behind him.

All the soul energy is pressed towards the brand, and even if it cannot be expelled, then just crush it.

Unfortunately, Samolson was a step slower, and Gris woke up at this time and connected his soul with the imprint.

Boom! Samorson and Gris' souls suddenly darkened, and the whole world disappeared, leaving only boundless darkness and a cloud of smoke, a purple gold skeleton in half-body armor and a huge and bright ball of light. Gris used his soul imprint to connect him with Samorson and the Spirit of the God of War.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This means that Samolson must explode Gris' soul to dispel this imprint. If it was in his heyday, he could do it easily, and even the God of War behind Gris was sure to smash it, but it is almost impossible to do this now.

The dignified immortal king cannot become a slave to others. The roaring Samolson bombarded Gris at all costs.

The violent collision shocked Gris' body backwards again. After wiping a mark on the ground, he flipped over several circles before stopping. When he came back in dizzyness, he could clearly sense a very strong point in his soul, and the mark was finally engraved on Samorson's soul.

Gris couldn't wait to connect his soul to this point, and looked through everything about this soul like a robber who broke into the house. Its memory, its experience, its knowledge, and everything was presented naked to Gris's eyes.

The aggressive Samolson fell to the ground like a deflated ball, and he was too lazy to condense his body. His soul would be forced to be engraved with a branding by others. Samolson was unheard of such a thing and tried not to understand it as much as possible, but this did not prevent him from understanding this fact.

His soul could no longer stop the other party from snooping, and even as long as the other party had a thought, he could not even control his own soul. This was all the limitations of the soul imprint, which clearly showed that this forced engraved soul imprint was no different from the imprints voluntarily dedicated by his people. From this moment on, the dignified immortal king Samorson had completely become a slave to a skeleton.
Chapter completed!