Vol 2 Chapter 552: ceremony

Moline became the new owner of Gintama Hand.
This is indisputable, even if the Gintama Warlocks are dissatisfied, they have some other ideas, but when facing Mo Lin, they dare not have the slightest complaint.
Because Morin is genuine, it is because they do not have the ability to resist at all, and there is a strong true meaning that they can't resist at all.
The light is subtle, the stone road is smooth, and there is no trace of it, which can clearly reflect the shadow of people.
Morin and Diana were walking slowly on the stone passage.
They are discussing something.
Mo Lin has just become the new owner of the Gintama Hand. Although the surface has calmed down, the entire Gintama Hand is secretly turbulent and turbulent, and there are many things to do.
"Morlin, this is the list I found out in series, these Gintama Warlocks gathered together, I don't know what to do, you see ..." Diana's palm moved slightly, and a burst appeared on her palm. A red flame, a sheepskin roll slowly floating out, appeared on her palm.
"Um ... alright."
Morin froze for a moment, his palm waved slightly, the sheepskin roll opened by itself, and the contents inside appeared instantly.
Twisted runes glowing with flames appeared on top of each other, changed and twisted, and formed the names one by one, not the others, it was the names of the Grim Soul Surgeons.
"There are still so many people." Morin shrugged, and there was no other emotion on his face.
He glanced at it, glanced at it roughly, then withdrew his gaze.
"Let's kill them according to the names on this list." Morin said lightly.
"what??"
Diana listened to Morin's words and was stunned.
"All killed." Morin smiled and said softly, "Now I have just recovered the Gintama Hand and become the new owner of the Gintama Hand. Since they want to break out, then kill the most it is good."
"Diana, I just subdued the Gintama Guards, and now I give the Gintama Guards to you as well, so this will trouble you."
The smile on Morin's face was very gentle.
"This thing ... forget it, Morin, I don't do well, I don't want to kill so many people who used to be familiar with you, don't you want to find out what the Gintama Surgeons are thinking now, I can help you. "There was a hesitant look on Diana's face. She looked at Morin and said, but her voice was a little low.
"It's okay, Diana, you don't want to do it, it's okay, let me do it."
Mo Lin smiled slightly, still very gentle.
Seeing this, Diana breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, as Moline became the fourth level of true meaning, and later became the hand of Gintama, although Moline was still the same to her, like a good friend, Diana felt When it comes to an indescribable deep pressure, it has nothing to do with it, it is completely instinct.
"By the way, Morin, you are going to be the new Gintama Lord. We have spread the news. Some nearby wizarding organizations will come over to witness your ceremony of becoming the Gintama Lord." Diana thought of something, and she watched Morin speak.
"Okay, I know. You have to work hard to arrange it, Diana." Morin nodded.
After discussing with Diana for a while, Moline left here.
He has just got the hand of Gintama, and they are so unstable together, there are still many things to do.
There were screams after another in the hands of Gintama, many Gintama Warlocks died, and under the circumstances of Molin's tyrannical hand, slowly, the Gintama Hand restored a trace of order and became calm again. Got up.
And the news that Mo Lin is about to become the master of Gintama slowly spread.
In fact, other wizarding organizations have long had vague news, but for Morin, a three-level existence that they once saw in their eyes, became the control of the medium-sized warlock organization. They had different reactions and thoughts.
Time slowly passed, and when Morin was crowned, the wizarding organizations and warlock heritages that had been invited still came.
They looked at Mo Lin, their eyes inexplicable, and this time, the wizard wizards came to have an indescribable breath on their gods, vaguely, very different, full of chilling meaning.
Numerous silver soul warlocks all around saw this scene in front of their eyes, and they couldn't help but sink.
Something is going to happen.
Sure enough, at the most critical time for the ceremony, a warlock came out.
"Moline, Moline Olson, you don't deserve to have the Gintama Hand now. Hurry up and hand over the Gintama Hand and announce that the Gintama Hand will unite with our Bill School from now on. Everything is based on our Bill School, I Can spare you a life and keep you from dying. "
It was a middle-aged man. He was tall and had curly green hair. He said: "Of course, if you keep my advice, then there is no way, I can only kill you."
"Although you are sincere, you have just been promoted, and I have been promoted to be true intention for 227 years."
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Everyone around thought this way, whether it was the hand of the Gintama or other wizards.
But the development of things was beyond all their expectations.
"what!!!"
At the next moment, the fourth-level true warlock suddenly screamed. He burst into a dark red flame and burned him to a pile of ashes in a moment.
Among them, the fourth-level true Italian warlock struggles hard, but it has no effect at all.
This……
Everyone was shocked.
"Okay, there was a little accident in the middle. Now let's continue." Morin withdrew his hand, he looked around and said lightly.
After such a thing happened, no one dared to do anything.
Morin became the master of Gintama's Hand. There was no accident, and no one dared to question something.
Yes, when such a thing happened, the fourth-level real intentions died like this. Even if those fourth-level real intentions had other ideas, how could they not take a look at them, and then make their own moves.
Everything is ancient and modern without waves, without panic, without the slightest waves.
But many things do not seem so calm on the surface
"Moline, look ..." Diana turned her head, she looked at Moline and wanted to say something, and at the same time a trace of hesitation and worry appeared on her face.
"Nothing Diana, don't worry, don't worry."
Mo Lin smiled slightly, she reached out and patted Diana's shoulder gently, said: "They are mischievous, just, I also want to come to them."
"These wizard organizations, as well as the ring of blood, Qing Yan, I can remember clearly."
"Ah."