Swallow the Duck Before It Flies Away

Seeing that if Shanna kept this up, the Elemental Lord's Ice Core would soon fall into the pit and become impossible to retrieve, Bell hurriedly called for her to stop.

After Shanna obediently pouted and had Mad Bear weaken the power of its Corrosion Breath, Bell finally turned his attention back to his own injuries.

"Let me think. It seemed to go like this first, then this, and finally like thiiis~."

Bell awkwardly waved his Wand with his left hand while muttering under his breath.

As the Wand moved, strands of silver light appeared in the air one after another. The lights then gathered together, weaving themselves into a silver arm. The arm flew to Bell's severed limb, and silver threads extended from it, piercing into the wound at his shoulder.

Bell furrowed his brow slightly. After a brief stab of pain, the Magic Power threads finished connecting to his nerves, and the silvery-white Magic Power arm officially replaced his original right arm.

Of course, Bell had no intention of completely transforming his body into Magic Power. This Magic Power arm was merely a temporary emergency measure. Once he returned, he would begin regenerating his arm.

In fact, for Bell, who was bound to Yomi by a contract, regenerating a limb was not difficult. The only thing he needed to watch out for was preventing the Killing Stone's power from subtly influencing his mind.

Bell flexed the fingers of his right hand, feeling the difference between the Magic Power arm and his original arm.

Ever since seeing Voldemort create a Magic Power hand for Peter Pettigrew all those years ago, Bell had been interested in this remarkable magic. If it could be simplified and widely adopted, there would no longer be anyone in this world crippled by the loss of