In the blink of an eye, Colin Iliad turned into a four-meter-tall "giant". His body was dark blue and knotty. Every inch of his skin, every pore, and every piece of flesh seemed to violate normal human senses and were combined in a special form, containing an unimaginable sense of impact.

This is no longer something that can be described in a flat or three-dimensional way, as in addition to length, width and height, there are additional measures such as information, strength, spirituality, etc. They are presented intuitively, seemingly condensed into mysterious and complex patterns, symbols and signs, but in fact there is no change. The former is just a partial impression obtained by humans due to their own insufficient sensory conditions. But even so, when facing similar creatures, humans who do not possess divinity will still suffer from spiritual pollution, mental destruction, and brain shock. It is not uncommon for them to die suddenly on the spot or go completely crazy.

Because of this, this creature is called in the occult:

Mythical creatures!

However, at this time, there was no obvious change in Colin Iliad's head. It just expanded a lot, and a dark gap like a vertical eye appeared in the area from the forehead to the nose.

Before reaching Sequence 2, the mythical creature form of the demigod is incomplete!

For the strong people at this level, showing a similar form is something that has very obvious advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, it can bring about a great improvement in one's own strength and level. On the other hand, it will be accompanied by a strong tendency to madness and loss of control, which will put a great test on rationality and is difficult to control without extremely strong will.

Therefore, most saints, unless forced into desperate situations, would consider completely transforming into an incomplete mythical creature rather than just transforming a certain part of the body. For them, this is also an act of dancing on the edge of a knife, and it is easy to lose control, so they must be extremely cautious.

Apart from the majority, there are two extremes. One is the extremely self-indulgent, ostentatious and vicious minority, and the other is those with very strong wills and strong spirits. The former will basically lose control and can never change back once they reveal their mythical creature form, while the latter can use the mythical creature form as a more conventional means of combat, and are not afraid of the impact of losing control and going crazy. Of course, more conventional is still not conventional, and still means that it cannot be too frequent, because for those wandering on the edge of the abyss, every temptation will deepen the corrosion, which cannot be completely avoided if one can withstand it.

In the "Six-Man Council" of the City of Silver, Chief Colin Iliad is one of those who can control the mythical creature form of the "Demon Hunter".

He held two straight swords smeared with different ointments, and just stepped forward with his right foot. He jumped up amid the shaking of the earth, and pounced from mid-air to the top of the altar, towards the former chief whose body was covered with white feathers.

A dawn-like light burst out from inside and on the surface of his giant body, dispelling the surrounding darkness and purifying the various terrifying creatures in the illusory river behind him.

At the same time, White Hillmon kept pulling the dragon hunting bow, causing dazzling silver-white lightning arrows to form a surging wave, rushing towards the former chief who had turned into some unknown monster.

Luo Weiya closed her eyes in preparation. The silver-armored knight behind her, who was over five meters tall, flashed and, dragging an illusory giant sword, crashed directly into the front of the altar, causing cracks to appear there one after another with silver light flowing.

In addition, the shadow huddled together under the feet of the "shepherd" elder suddenly began to wriggle on its own, as if it had come alive.

It quickly broke away from Lovia, and in the environment where darkness and dawn intertwined, it rushed along the gloomy place and quickly rushed to the iron-black coffin on the top of the altar.

However, its target did not seem to be the mutated former chief, but the illusory black tube that was pierced into the opponent's body and extended to infinity!

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As soon as Klein returned to the real world, he heard the waves outside becoming extremely violent. He also heard the street girls screaming in fear one after another, with no sign of calming down.

Slightly stunned, he walked to the window of the room, and through the gap between two haphazardly built houses, he saw outside the Port of Hakata. Leaden clouds were stacked, waves were like peaks, and a black storm extended from the sea surface to the middle of the sky. The dark silver-white lightning was tearing everything apart silently.

It was like the door to doomsday had finally been opened.

In the small port town, the void became translucent, with skeletons with open mouths, vines that revealed baby faces, bloody arms, and strangely shaped slippery tentacles with teeth slapping across the gap between illusion and reality from the other side, exciting and hideous.

This frightened many pirates so much that their legs went weak and they dared not stay on the street, and rushed into the nearest houses.

The nearly invisible ghosts of resentful souls danced back and forth, flashing from time to time, and approaching the ears of different targets, wanting to scream loudly, but unable to reach them.

At this moment, Hakata Port seemed to have fallen into the underworld, also known as hell: gloomy, dark, chaotic and crazy.

Klein frowned slightly, vaguely understanding what had happened:

The divination he had just performed above the gray fog had angered something deep within the gloomy mausoleum, which then vented its emotions, changing the weather in the Raging Sea and Hakata Port, creating signs that the underworld was about to descend.

"That is to say, the mausoleum is indeed in a secret place in the Violent Sea... It is most likely what is left of the God of Death. Of course, this does not necessarily contradict the intermediate product of the Spiritual Cult's plan to create the God of Death. The two may have been 'fused' together..." Klein retracted his gaze and quickly arranged the ceremony, sacrificing the Azik copper whistle above the gray fog to prevent it from being targeted by the unknown, strange and evil thing.

After doing all this, he looked out the window at the gradually subsiding vision, and said with a self-deprecating smile:

“This welcome ceremony can be said to be very warm.

"Hmm... The Spiritual Cult will definitely notice the abnormal changes in the Violent Sea. I wonder what actions they will take..."

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Above the illusory dark river, the waves slowly subsided, and the arms, vines, and tentacles that tried to reach out either evaporated completely or had to retract.

The ground around the altar had dried up and cracked, with white feathers stained with pale yellow oil scattered everywhere.

The giant Colin Iliad had inserted the two straight swords in his hands into the body of the former chief at the same time, nailing the rotten monster that was no shorter than him to the collapsed altar. The dragon hunting bow in the hand of Waite Hillmon condensed a silver-white arrow full of violent aura and aimed at the head of the former chief, which only had a small amount of flesh and blood.

The shadow separated by Lovia successfully reached the altar under the cover of the silver full-armored knight. While the other two elders were not paying attention, it suddenly jumped up and pounced on the illusory black tube on the former chief that stretched to infinity.

As the unreal tube got closer, the shadow suddenly darkened, as dark as the most depraved and evil thoughts in the human mind.

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

"destiny."

The shadow's "eyes" suddenly darkened, and he soon found himself falling on the giant 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 that illuminates the darkness in a long night.

The light grew brighter and brighter, rushing upward out of the mausoleum, causing the brighter and more intense radiance at the bottom of the round tower in the City of Silver to rise up to meet it.

The two met in mid-air, then turned downwards and landed on Colin Iliad's huge body, causing the dark shadow to evaporate with a sizzling sound, becoming increasingly faint as it twisted and squirmed until it completely disappeared.

Demon Hunter Colin looked back at Lovia and said nothing, showing no expression, as if nothing had happened just now.

He quickly retracted his gaze and directed the remaining radiance towards the twin swords that had pierced the former Chief's body.

Luo Weiya stood there with her eyes closed the whole time, without any panic or fear, but instead she sighed slowly.

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In the City of Generosity, Bayam, Alger Wilson circled around several times, getting rid of the imaginary followers and observers, before arriving at the house of the "craftsman" and ringing the doorbell.

When Alger first heard that the "craftsman" had contracted an inexplicable disease and that strange peepers had appeared around him, he first suspected 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. There was no need for the witches to make things so complicated. They could just wave their fingers and show their charm to make the other party confess and agree to everything.

Therefore, Alger thought that there was another reason for the incident and that he needed to come and take a look in person, lest the delivery of the magical item be delayed again, or the properties and materials be lost inexplicably.

Amid the sound of ding-dong-dong, the door of the "craftsman's" house opened, and a thin middle-aged man with slightly tanned skin glanced at Alger and said:

"Why are you here?"

This person is none other than the “craftsman” named Sharf who has worked with Alger for several years. His exact origins are unknown.

"Didn't you write that you were sick?" Alger asked casually.

Charles yawned and said:

"It's already healed."

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

"What about those weird snoopers?"

The bags under Sharf's eyes were a little puffy, and his brown eyes showed a bit of fatigue and impatience:

"Who knows? Anyway, he hasn't appeared again. Anyway, I will move soon. This place is not too safe."

Alger breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Nothing is wrong, I'm glad."

He paused and said:

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

"People like you who only pursue strength have no way of appreciating good wine." Charles grabbed his flaxen hair and moved aside.

Alger walked in calmly, and with just a glance, he took in most of the scene.