In the blink of an eye, Colin Iliad had transformed into a four-meter-tall "giant." His body was covered in bluish-black knots. Every inch of his skin, every pore, and every piece of flesh seemed to violate the normal senses of humans. They were formed in a special form, containing an unimaginable impact.
This was no longer something that could be described in a flat or three-dimensional form. It was as if, in addition to length, width, and height, there was information, strength, spirituality, and other measurements. They were directly presented, seemingly condensed into mysterious and complicated patterns, symbols, and labels, but in fact, there were no changes. The former was only a partial impression that humans obtained due to their lacking senses. But even so, when facing such creatures, humans without godhood would still have their spirituality corrupted, their minds destroyed, and their brains impacted. It wasn't rare for them to die on the spot or go completely mad.
It was precisely because of this that such creatures were known in mysticism as:
Mythical Creatures!
However, at that moment, Colin Iliad's head didn't have any obvious changes. It had only swelled up significantly, and a black slit that resembled a vertical eye had appeared in the area from his forehead to his nose.
Without reaching Sequence 2, a demigod's Mythical Creature form was incomplete!
And for a powerhouse at this level, the benefits and drawbacks of appearing in such a form were very obvious. On the one hand, it could greatly increase one's strength and level, and on the other hand, it would come with a strong inclination towards madness and losing control. It was quite a test of one's rationality, and it was difficult for those without extremely firm willpower to control it.
Therefore, most saints would only consider completely transforming into an incomplete Mythical Creature unless they were forced into a corner, and not just transforming a certain part of their body. To them, this was similarly an act of dancing on the edge of a blade. It was very easy for them to lose control, so they had to be careful.
Apart from the majority, there were two extremes. One was the minority that indulged in their desires, and the other was those with extremely firm willpower and tenacious minds. As long as the former revealed their Mythical Creature form, it was basically equivalent to losing control and being unable to transform back. The latter could use their Mythical Creature form as a more conventional combat method, and they weren't afraid of the impact of losing control and madness. Of course, being more conventional was still not conventional. It still meant that it couldn't be done too frequently. This was because to those who lingered at the edge of the abyss, every probe would deepen the corrosion. It wasn't something that could be completely avoided just because they could withstand it.
In the City of Silver's six-member council, Chief Colin Iliad was one of those who could control the Mythical Creature form of a Demon Hunter.
He held two swords smeared with different types of ointment. His right foot only stepped forward, and then his entire body leapt into the air, pouncing towards the top of the altar from midair, pouncing towards the former chief disciple whose body was covered in white feathers.
The inside and the surface of his giant-like body burst forth with the light of dawn, dispelling the surrounding darkness and purifying all kinds of horrifying creatures in the illusory river behind him.
At the same time, Waite Chirmont continuously pulled the Dragon Slaying Bow, causing dazzling silver lightning arrows to form a turbulent wave that rushed towards the former chief, who had already turned into some unknown monster.
Lovia, who was already prepared, closed her eyes. The silver-armored knight behind her, who was more than five meters tall, flashed and dragged the illusory greatsword as it slammed into the front of the altar, causing cracks to appear that flowed with silver light.
In addition, at the feet of the Shepherd Elder, the shadow that had shrunk into a ball suddenly squirmed, as though it had come to life.
It quickly left Lovia, and in the environment of darkness and dawn, it followed the eerie area and quickly rushed towards the iron-black coffin at the top of the altar.
However, its target didn't seem to be the mutated former Chief. Instead, it was the illusory black tube that was embedded in his body and extended into infinity!
…
Just as Klein returned to the real World, he heard the sound of the waves outside become extremely turbulent. He heard the street girl's terrified screams, one after another, without any signs of it calming down.
Slightly stunned, he walked to the window of the room. Through the gap between two messily built houses, he saw that outside Podo Harbor, there were layers of leaden clouds, waves like peaks, and a black storm extended from the sea all the way to the sky, tainted with gloomy silver lightning that tore everything apart without a sound.
It was like the door to Armageddon had finally been opened.
And in the harbor city, the void turned translucent. Skeletons with open mouths, vines with protruding baby faces, bloody arms, and strangely-shaped, slippery tentacles with teeth slapped the gap between illusion and reality from the other side. They were agitated and ferocious.
This frightened many pirates so much that their legs went limp. They didn't dare stay on the streets as they rushed into the nearest house.
The nearly invisible wraiths and shadows flew back and forth, flashing from time to time as they approached the ears of different targets. They wanted to scream, but they were unable to make contact.
At that moment, Podo Harbor seemed to have fallen into the Underworld also known as Hell. It was gloomy, dark, chaotic, and crazy.
Klein frowned slightly as he vaguely understood what had happened.
His divination above the gray fog had infuriated the entity deep in the cold mausoleum. It vented its emotions, changing the weather of the Berserk Sea and Podo Harbor, creating signs that the Underworld was about to descend.
In other words, the mausoleum is indeed in a hidden place in the Berserk Sea … It's most likely left behind by Death. Of course, this doesn't necessarily contradict the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death project. The two might have "fused" together … Klein retracted his gaze and quickly set up a ritual. He sacrificed Aztec's copper whistle above the gray fog to prevent it from being targeted by the unknown and strange evil entity.
After doing all of this, he looked out the window at the gradually calming phenomenon and laughed self-deprecatingly.
Such a welcoming ceremony can be said to be very warm.
Hmm … Charismatic Order will definitely notice the abnormal changes in the Berserk Sea. I wonder what action they will take …
...
Above the illusory, pitch-black river, the waves slowly calmed down. The arms, vines, and tentacles that attempted to grab outwards had either evaporated completely or had no choice but to shrink back.
Around the altar, the ground had already dried up and cracked. There were white feathers stained with yellow oil everywhere.
The gigantified Colin Iliad had already stabbed the two swords in his hands into the former Chief's body, nailing the rotting monster that wasn't shorter than him to the collapsed altar. The Dragon Slaying Bow in Waite Chirmont's hand condensed a silver-white arrow filled with a violent aura as he aimed at the former Chief's head, which only had a small amount of flesh hanging off it.
The shadow that Lovia had separated successfully arrived at the altar under the cover of the silver-armored knight. While the other two Elders weren't paying attention, it suddenly leaped up and pounced at the illusory black pipe that extended into infinity from the former Chief's body.
As the illusory thin pipe approached, the color of the shadow suddenly darkened. It was pitch-black like the most depraved and evil thoughts in a human's heart.
At that moment, a deep voice echoed around the altar.
"Fate."
The shadow's "vision" immediately darkened as it realized that it had pounced onto the gigantified Colin Iliad.
Colin looked down at it, his eyes suddenly lit up with a pure and clear light.
This was like the first ray of light that illuminated the darkness in a long night.
The light became brighter and brighter as it rushed out of the mausoleum, causing the bottom of the spire to emit an even more brilliant and blazing glow.
The two converged in midair before turning around and landing on Colin Iliad's massive body. It made the pitch-black shadow evaporate as it twisted and squirmed, becoming fainter and fainter until it completely disappeared.
Demon Hunter Colin turned his head to glance at Lovia. He didn't say a word, nor did he show any expression, as though nothing had happened.
He quickly retracted his gaze and directed the remaining light into the two swords that had pierced into the former Chief's body.
Lovia stood there with her eyes closed the entire time. She didn't panic or feel any fear. Instead, she slowly sighed.
…
City of Generosity, Bayam. Alger Wilson circled around a few times to shake off his imaginary stalkers and watchers before coming to the Artisan's house and pulling the doorbell.
Back when he first heard that the Artisan had fallen ill for some baffling reason and that there were strange snoopers around, Alger's first suspicion was the Demoness Sect. But on careful thought, he felt that with the Artisan's preferences, there was no way he could resist the allure of beauty. There was no need for the Demonesses to make things so complicated. All they had to do was curl their fingers and display their charm to make the other party confess and agree to anything.
Therefore, Alger believed that there was another reason for the matter. He needed to personally take a look to prevent the delivery of the mystical item from being delayed again, or to prevent the characteristic and materials from being lost for no apparent reason.
Amidst the tinkling sounds, the door to the Artisan's house opened. A thin middle-aged man with tanned skin glanced at Alger.
"Why are you here?"
This person was Artisan Charve, who had been working with Alger for several years. His exact origins were unknown.
"Didn't you write that you were sick?" Alger asked casually.
Charve yawned.
"It's done."
Alger was taken aback. He looked around and said,
"What about those strange snoopers?"
Charve's eye bags were a little swollen, and his brown eyes showed signs of fatigue and impatience.
"Who knows? Anyway, he didn't appear again. Anyway, I'll be moving soon. It's not too safe here. "
Alger heaved a sigh of relief.
"That's good."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"Aren't you going to invite me in for a drink?"
"A guy like you who only cares about strength has no way of appreciating good wine." Charve scratched his flaxen hair and stepped aside.
Alger calmly walked in. With just a lift of his eyes, he saw most of the scene.
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