In the blink of an eye, Colin Iliad transformed into a four-meter-tall " Giant," his body covered in dark, bulging lumps. Every inch of his skin, every pore, every piece of flesh seemed to defy normal human senses, combined in a peculiar way, creating an unimaginable sense of impact.
This can no longer be described in two or three dimensions. It's as if, in addition to length, width, and height, there are additional measures of information, power, and Spirituality. These are presented intuitively, seemingly condensed into mysterious and complex patterns, symbols, and markings, but in reality, nothing has changed. The former is merely a partial impression obtained by humans due to the limitations of their own senses. Even so, when facing similar creatures, humans who do not possess divinity can still experience Spirituality pollution, mental devastation, and brain shock. It is not uncommon for them to die on the spot or go completely insane.
For this reason, this creature is called in the occult:
Mythical Creature!
However, Colin Iliad's head did not change much at this time, it just swelled up quite a bit, and a dark, vertical eye-like slit appeared in the area from his forehead to his nose.
Without reaching Sequence 2, the Mythical Creature Form of Demigod is incomplete!
For powerful individuals at this level, exhibiting a similar form has both obvious advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, it can greatly enhance their strength and level; on the other hand, it brings a strong tendency towards madness and loss of control, posing a significant test to their rationality, and is difficult for those without extremely strong willpower to control.
Therefore, most Saint, unless forced into a desperate situation, will consider completely transforming into an incomplete Mythical Creature rather than just transforming a part of their body. For them, this is also an act of dancing on a knife's edge, which is easy to lose control of, and must be done with utmost caution.
Beyond the majority, there are two extremes: one is a minority who indulge in rampant desires and display evil, and the other is those with extremely strong will and resilient spirit. The former, once they reveal their Mythical Creature Form, are basically out of control and can never revert back. The latter, however, can use their Mythical Creature Form as a more conventional means of combat, unafraid of the impact of losing control and madness. Of course, more conventional is still not conventional, meaning it cannot be too frequent, because for those who teeter on the edge of the Abyss, each test will deepen the Corrosion, which cannot be completely avoided simply by being able to withstand it.
In the City of Silver's " Council of Six," Chief Colin Iliad is one of those who can control the Mythical Creature Form of the " Demon Hunter."
He carried two straight swords coated with different ointments, and with a single step forward with his right foot, he leaped into the air amidst the shaking of the ground, soaring from mid-air towards the top of the altar, towards the former chief whose body was covered in white feathers.
From within and on the surface of his Giant body, Dawn- like light burst forth, dispelling the surrounding darkness and Purification the terrifying creatures in the illusory river behind him.
At the same time, Waite Chirmont kept pulling the Dragon-Hunting Bow, sending a series of dazzling silver-white lightning arrows flying in waves toward the former chief, who had now turned into some unknown Monster.
Lovia had already closed her eyes in preparation. Behind her, the silver-armored knight, over five meters tall, flashed and dragged a phantom giant sword, crashing directly into the front of the altar, causing it to split open with flowing silver light.
Furthermore, the shadow curled up at the feet of this " Shepherd " elder suddenly began to wriggle on its own, as if it had come to life.
It quickly broke away from Lovia and, in the interplay of darkness and Dawn, rushed swiftly along the eerie path towards the iron-black coffin atop the altar.
However, its target did not seem to be the mutated former chief, but rather the illusory black tube embedded in the other's body, extending into the infinite distance!
As soon as Klein returned to the real world, he heard the sound of the waves outside become extremely turbulent, and heard the terrified screams of streetwalkers coming one after another, showing no sign of abating.
Slightly taken aback, he walked to the window of the room and, through the gap between two haphazardly constructed houses, saw outside Port Bodo, leaden clouds piled up, waves like peaks, and a black Storm stretching from the sea to mid-air, with dark, silvery lightning silently tearing everything apart.
It's like the door to the Apocalypse has finally been opened.
Inside the port town, the void became semi-transparent, revealing skeletons with gaping mouths, vines with protruding baby faces, bloody arms, and strange, slippery tentacles with teeth, all slapping against the boundary between illusion and reality from the other side, both excited and ferocious.
This frightened many pirates so much that their legs went weak, and they dared not linger on the street, rushing into the nearest houses.
The almost invisible Wraith Specter danced back and forth, sometimes appearing and sometimes Blink, approaching the ears of different targets, wanting to scream at the top of their lungs, yet unable to make contact.
At that moment, Port Bodo seemed to have fallen into the Underworld, also known as Hell —gloomy, dark, chaotic, and insane.
Klein frowned slightly, vaguely understanding what had happened:
His Divination above the Gray Fog had angered the things deep within the cold mausoleum, which then unleashed their emotions, altering the weather of the Raging Sea and the port of Port Bodo, creating signs as if the Underworld was about to descend.
"In other words, that mausoleum is indeed in some Concealment place in the Raging Sea... It is most likely a remnant of the Death. Of course, this does not necessarily contradict the stage product of the Spirituality Religion's Artificial Death Project. The two may have 'merged' together..." Klein withdrew his gaze, quickly set up the ritual, and sacrificed the Azik Copper Whistle above the Gray Fog to prevent it from being locked on by that unknown, strange, and evil thing.
After doing all this, he looked out the window at the gradually subsiding strange phenomenon and chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"Such a welcoming ceremony can be described as very warm."
"Hmm... The Spirituality Religion will definitely notice the unusual changes in the Raging Sea. I wonder what action they will take..."
On the illusory, pitch-black river, the waves slowly subsided, and the arms, vines, and tentacles that had tried to reach out either evaporated completely or had to retract.
Around the altar, the earth was parched and cracked, and white feathers stained with pale yellow oil were scattered everywhere.
The Giant Colin Iliad had simultaneously plunged the two straight swords in his hands into the body of the former chief, pinning the rotting Monster, who was no shorter than him, to the collapsed altar Waite Chirmont. Meanwhile, the Dragon-Hunting Bow in Wait Hillmon's hand condensed into a silver-white arrow filled with violent energy, aiming at the former chief's head, which was covered with only a small amount of flesh and blood.
The shadow that Lovia separated from, concealed by the silver-armored knight, successfully reached the altar. Taking advantage of the fact that the other two elders were not paying attention, it suddenly leaped up and pounced on the illusory black tube on the former chief's body that stretched into the infinite distance.
As the unreal thin tube drew closer, the shadow suddenly deepened, becoming as black as the most Depravity and evil thoughts in the human mind.
Just then, a deep voice echoed around the altar:
" Fate."
The shadow suddenly went dark, and then it found itself pouncing on the Giant Colin Iliad.
Colin looked down at it, and a pure, clear light suddenly shone in his eyes.
It's like the first ray of light illuminating the darkness in a long night.
The light grew brighter and brighter, shooting upwards out of the mausoleum, causing an even more brilliant and intense radiance to rise from the base of the City of Silver Round Tower in response.
The two met in mid-air, then turned and fell, landing on Colin Iliad. The dark shadow evaporated with a hiss, fading more and more as it Distortion and writhed until it disappeared completely.
" The Demon Hunter " Colin glanced back at Lovia, saying nothing and showing no expression, as if nothing had just happened.
He quickly withdrew his gaze, channeling the remaining radiance into the twin swords piercing the former chief's body.
Lovia stood there with her eyes closed, showing no panic or fear, but instead slowly sighed.
In the " City of Generosity," Bayam, Alger Wilson circled several times, shaking off his imagined pursuers and monitors, before finally arriving at the " Artisan's" house and ringing the doorbell.
When Alger the Original heard that the " Artisan " had inexplicably fallen ill and that strange spies had appeared around him, his first suspicion was the Demoness Sect. But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that given the " Artisan's" tastes, he couldn't possibly resist the temptation of beauty. The Witch didn't need to make things so complicated. They could just beckon with a flick of their finger and show off their charm to get the other party to confess and agree to anything.
Therefore, Alger believed there was another reason for the matter and that he needed to come and see for himself to prevent the delivery of the magical item from being delayed again and to prevent its properties and materials from being lost for no reason.
Amidst the clanging and banging, the door to the " Artisan's " house opened, and a lean, middle-aged man with tanned skin glanced at Alger and said:
What brings you here?
This was none other than the " Artisan " Sharif, who had collaborated with Alger for several years, though his exact origins were unknown.
"Didn't you write that you were sick?" Alger asked casually.
Sharif yawned and said:
"It's all better now."
Alger paused for a moment, looked around, and said:
"What about those strange voyeurs?"
Sharif's eyes were a little puffy, and his brown eyes revealed a hint of fatigue and impatience.
"Who knows? Anyway, they haven't shown up again. In any case, I'm moving soon; it's not safe here anymore."
Alger breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"It's good that nothing's wrong."
He paused and then said:
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." Sharif scratched his flaxen hair and stepped aside to make way for him.
Alger walked in calmly, and with just a glance, he took in most of the scene.