In other words, in the blink of an eyelid, Colin Iliad became a four-meter-high "giant". His body surface was blue and black, and every inch of skin, every pore, and every piece of blood seemed to go against the normal senses of human beings, and combined in a special form, containing an unimaginable sense of impact.

This is no longer a plane or three-dimensional description. Just like in addition to length, width and height, there are more measurements of information, power, and spirituality. They are presented intuitively. They seem to be condensed into mysterious and complex patterns, symbols and logos, but in fact there is no change. The former is just a part of the impression that humans get due to the shortcomings of their sensory conditions. But even so, when facing similar creatures, humans without divinity will still have spiritual pollution, spirits are destroyed, and brains are impacted. It is not very rare to die on the spot or go crazy completely.

Because of this, this creature is called in mysticism:

Mythical creatures!

However, at this time, Colin Iliad's head did not change much, but it expanded a lot, and a dark gap like vertical eyes was cracked from the area from the forehead to the nose.

Without Sequence 2, the mythical creature form of the Demigod is incomplete!

For the strong people at this level, it is very obvious that they have similar forms and disadvantages. On the one hand, this can bring about a great improvement in their own strength and level. On the other hand, it will also be accompanied by a strong tendency of madness and out of control, which will cause a considerable test to reason, which is difficult for non-willed people to control.

Therefore, most saints, unless they are forced into desperate situations, consider completely becoming incomplete mythical creatures, rather than only transforming into a certain part of their body. For them, the same behavior of dancing on the blade can easily get out of control and must be cautious and cautious.

Outside most, there are two extremes. One is a few who are very indulgent and desire to promote viciousness, and the other is those who are very firm in will and are very tough in spirit. As long as the former shows its own mythical biological form, it will basically be out of control and cannot be changed back. The latter can use mythical biological form as a more conventional means of combat, and is not afraid of the impact of losing control and madness. Of course, more conventional is still not conventional, and it still means that it cannot be too frequent, because for those who are wandering around the edge of the abyss, every temptation will deepen corrosion, which cannot be completely avoided by themselves.

In the "Six-Person Representative Group" of Silver City, Chief Colin Iliad is the kind that can control the mythical creature form of the "Demon Hunter".

He carried two straight swords with different oils, and just stepped forward with his right foot, and his whole body jumped up in the shaking of the earth, pounced from mid-air towards the top of the altar, and rushed towards the former chief whose body was covered with white feathers.

The inside and on the surface of his giant body, a dawn-like light burst out, dispelling the darkness around him and purifying the various thrilling creatures in the illusory river behind him.

At the same time, Waite Hilmon kept pulling the dragon hunting bow, causing brilliant and dazzling silver-white thunder arrows to form surging waves, rushing towards the former chief who had become a monster.

Luo Weiya closed her eyes prepared, and the silver armored knight behind her, who was more than five meters tall, flashed, dragging the illusory giant sword, and directly hit the front of the altar, causing one crack after another to flow silver light to break out.

In addition, the shadows shrank into a ball of shadows at the feet of the "Shepherd" elder suddenly squirmed on their own, as if they were coming alive.

It quickly escaped from Lovia, and in the environment of darkness and dawn, it rushed toward the iron black coffin on the top of the altar along the gloomy place.

However, its target seems not to be the mutated ex-chief, but an illusory black tube that is stuck in the other party's body and extends to infinite distance!

…………

As soon as Klein returned to the real world, he heard the sound of waves outside becoming extremely surging, and heard the fear of the girl standing in the street screaming in waves, without any sign of calming down.

He walked to the window of the room in a little astonishment, and through the gap between the two messy houses, he saw outside the Hakata Port, with lead clouds stacked with waves like peaks, and a black storm stretched from the sea to mid-air, stained with dark silver-white lightning and tearing everything apart without sound.

It was like the door to the end of the day was finally opened.

In the small port city, the void became translucent, with skeletons with open mouths, vines that highlighted the baby's face, bloody arms, and slippery tentacles with strange shapes and teeth, slapped the gap between illusion and reality from the other side, excited and hideous.

This scared many pirates' legs to weaken and dared not stay on the street, and rushed into the nearest house.

The nearly invisible shadows of resentful souls flew back and forth, flashing from time to time, reaching the ears of different targets, trying to scream in a loud voice, but unable to touch them.

At this moment, Hakata Port is like falling into the underworld, also known as hell, gloomy, dark, chaotic, and crazy.

Klein frowned slightly, and he vaguely understood what was going on:

His divination on the grey fog just now angered the things deep in the cold tomb. It then vented its own emotions, changed the weather in the violent sea and the Hakata Port, and created signs that the underworld was about to descend.

"In other words, that mausoleum is indeed in a secret place in the Sea of ​​Furiousness... It is most likely to be the legacy of the God of Death. Of course, this is not necessarily inconsistent with the stage products of the artificial God of Death Plan of the Spirit Cult. The two may be 'fusion' together..." Klein retracted his gaze, quickly arranged the ritual, and sacrificed the Azker copper whistle to the gray fog, so as not to be locked by the unknown and strange and evil thing.

After doing all this, he looked at the vision that gradually subsided outside the window, and laughed at himself:

“This welcome ceremony is very enthusiastic.

"Well... the Spirit Cult will definitely notice the abnormal changes in the Furious Sea. I don't know what actions they will take..."

…………

On the illusory dark river, the waves slowly calmed down, and the arms, vines and tentacles that were trying to grab the outside either evaporate cleanly or had to shrink back.

Around the altar, the earth had dried up and cracked, and white feathers stained with butter were everywhere.

The giant-turned Colin Iliad had inserted two straight swords into the former chief's body at the same time, and nailed the rotten monster that was no shorter than him to the collapsed altar. The dragon hunting bow in Waite Hilmon's hand condensed a silver-white light arrow full of violent aura, aiming at the former chief's head with only a small amount of flesh and blood.

The shadow that Lovia separated arrived at the altar under the cover of the silver full-body armored knight. While the other two elders were not paying attention, they suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the illusory black tube that extended to the infinite distance of the former chief.

Seeing the unreal thin tube getting closer, the shadow suddenly became darker, as dark as if it was the most depraved and evil thought in human hearts.

At this moment, a low voice echoed around the altar:

"destiny."

The shadow suddenly darkened and I immediately found myself pounced on the giant-shaped Colin Iliad.

Colin looked down at it, and a pure and clear light suddenly lit up in his eyes.

It's like the first ray of light of darkness in the long night.

The light became brighter and brighter, rushing upwards out of the mausoleum, causing a brighter and more intense glow at the bottom of the Baiyin City Round Tower to cater to it.

The two converged in mid-air, turned and fell on Colin Iliath's huge body, allowing the dark shadow to evaporate, becoming increasingly faint in the twists and wriggles, until it completely disappeared.

"Demon Hunter" Colin looked back at Lovia, said nothing, and showed no expression. It seemed that nothing had happened just now.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and directed the remaining glow into the two swords that pierced the former chief's body.

Luo Weiya always stood there with her eyes closed, without any panic or fear, but instead sighed slowly.

…………

"City of Generosity" Byam and Alger Wilson went around for several times, got rid of the imaginary stalkers and surveillancers, and then came to the "craftsman"'s house and rang the doorbell.

When he first heard that the "craftsman" had an inexplicable disease and there were strange snobs around him, Alger was the first person to doubt the Witch Sect. But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that with the preferences of the "craftsman", he could not resist the temptation of beauty at all. There was no need for the witches to make things so complicated. He just hooked his fingers and showed his charm, so that the other party could explain everything and agree to everything.

Therefore, Alger believed that there was another reason for the matter, and he needed to come and see it himself, so as not to delay the delivery of magical items again, and to avoid the loss of characteristics and materials inexplicably.

In the sound of ding dong dong, the door of the "craftsman" house opened, and a middle-aged man with thin body and a little dark skin looked at Alger and said:

"Why are you here?"

This is Shilf, the "craftsman" who has worked with Alger for several years, and his specific origin is unknown.

"Didn't you write to say that you're sick?" Alger asked casually.

Shilf yawned:

"It's already done."

Alger was stunned for a moment, looked around and said:

"Where are those strange snoops?"

Shirff's bags in his eyes were a little swollen, and his brown eyes showed a bit of fatigue and impatience:

"Who knows? It doesn't appear again anyway. Anyway, I'll move recently, so it's not too safe here."

Alger breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's fine if nothing happens."

He paused and said:

"Don't you invite me in for a drink?"

"You guys who only pursue intensity can't appreciate good wine at all." Schalf grabbed his flax hair and turned sideways to make way.
Chapter completed!