Chapter 170 Shadow

In the blink of an eyelid, Colin Iliad turned into a four-meter-tall "giant", with black and black knots on his body, every inch of skin, every pore, and every piece of flesh and blood seemed to violate human rights. The normal senses are combined in a special form, which contains an unimaginable impact.

This is no longer a plane or three-dimensional description, just like in addition to length, width, and height, there are more measures of information, power, and spirituality, which are presented intuitively, seemingly condensed into mysterious and complex patterns, symbols, and logos , there is no change in fact, the former is only a partial impression of human beings due to the lack of sensory conditions, but even so, when facing similar creatures, human beings without divinity will still have their spirituality polluted and their spirits destroyed. It is not too uncommon for the brain to be shocked, and it is not too rare to die suddenly or completely go crazy.

Because of this, the creature is known in the occult as:

Mythical creature!

However, at this time, Colin Iliad's head didn't change too much, it just swelled a lot, and there was a dark gap like a vertical eye in the area from the forehead to the nose.

Without reaching Sequence 2, the mythical creature form of a demigod is incomplete!

For the strong at this level, showing a similar form is a matter of obvious advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, this can bring about a great improvement in their own strength and level, and on the other hand, it will also give them a strong gift. The madness and out-of-control tendencies of the psyche have caused a lot of tests to reason, and it is difficult for those who are not extremely determined to control.

Therefore, most saints, unless they are driven to a desperate situation, will consider completely turning into an incomplete mythical creature, rather than just transforming a certain part of the body. For them, it is also an act of dancing on the blade. It is easy to get out of control because of this, and you have to be cautious and cautious.

In addition to the majority, there are two extremes, one is the few who are very indulgent and vicious, and the other is those who are very determined and tough. As long as the former shows their own mythical creature form, they will basically lose control. It can't be changed back, and the latter can use the mythical creature form as a more conventional means of fighting, and is not afraid of the impact of loss of control and madness. Speaking, every temptation will deepen the corrosion, which cannot be completely avoided if one can bear it.

In the "Six-member Council" of the City of Silver, the chief Colin Iliad belongs to the kind that can control the mythical creature form of the "demon hunter".

He was holding two straight swords with different oils, and he just stepped forward with his right foot, and his whole body jumped up amidst the shaking of the ground. former chief.

Inside and on the surface of his giant body, dawn-like rays of light burst out, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and purifying all kinds of terrifying creatures in the illusory river behind.

At the same time, Werther Silmon kept pulling the bow of the dragon hunter, causing the brilliant and dazzling silver-white lightning arrows to form raging waves, rushing towards the former chief who had turned into an unknown monster.

Lovia closed her eyes in preparation, and the figure of the silver armored knight over five meters behind her flashed, dragging an illusory giant sword, and directly hit the front of the altar, causing one after another to split into flowing silver. A rift of light.

In addition, under the feet of the "shepherd" elder, the huddled shadow suddenly wriggled on its own, as if it had come to life.

It quickly left Lovia, and in the environment of darkness and morning light, along the gloomy place, quickly rushed to the iron black coffin on the top of the altar.

However, its target does not seem to be the mutated former chief, but the illusory black thin tube stuck in the opponent's body and extending to infinity!

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As soon as Klein returned to the real world, he heard the sound of the waves outside become extremely turbulent, and he heard the screams of fear from the street girl one after another, without any sign of subsiding.

He walked to the window of the room in a little astonishment, through the gap between the two messy houses,

Outside Hakata Port, there are layers of lead clouds, waves like peaks, a black storm extending from the sea to mid-air, and the dark silver-white lightning tearing apart everything silently.

It's like the door to the end has finally been opened.

In the small port city, the void became translucent. Skeletons with open mouths, vines protruding from the faces of babies, bloody arms, and strangely shaped, slippery tentacles with teeth were slapped from the other side. In the distance between illusion and reality, it is exciting and hideous.

This frightened many pirates' legs so weak that they dared not stay on the street and rushed into the nearest house one after another.

The almost invisible shadows of resentful souls danced back and forth, flashing from time to time, approaching the ears of different targets, wanting to scream, but unable to touch.

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

Klein frowned slightly, vaguely understanding what happened:

His divination on the gray mist just now angered the things deep in the cold mausoleum, and then it vented its emotions, changed the weather in the violent sea and Hakata port, and created signs that the underworld was about to come.

"In other words, the mausoleum is indeed in a hidden place in the sea of ​​madness... It is most likely to be the remnant of the original god of death. Of course, this is not necessarily contradictory to the stage product of the artificial death plan of the Lingjiao group. There is a relationship between the two. It might be 'fused' together..." Klein withdrew his gaze, quickly arranged the ceremony, and sacrificed Azik's copper whistle above the gray mist, so as not to be locked by that unknown, weird and evil thing.

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

“Such a welcome ceremony can be said to be very warm.

"Hmm... The Spiritual Religion will definitely notice the abnormal changes in the Sea of ​​Storms, and I don't know what actions they will take..."

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On the illusory and dark river, the waves slowly calmed down, and the arms, vines, and tentacles that were trying to capture it either evaporated completely, or had to shrink back.

Around the altar, the ground has dried up and cracked, and there are white feathers stained with light butter stains everywhere.

The giantized Colin Iliad had inserted the two straight swords into the body of the former chief at the same time, and nailed the rotten monster no shorter than him to the collapsed altar. The Dragon Hunting Bow condensed a silver-white light arrow full of violence, aiming at the former chief's head with only a small amount of flesh and blood hanging on it.

The shadow that Lovia separated, under the cover of the silver full-body armored knight, arrived at the altar smoothly. While the other two elders were not paying attention, it suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the former chief's body that extended to infinity. Unreal clarinet.

Seeing the unreal thin tube getting closer, the color of the shadow suddenly became darker, as dark as the most depraved and evil thoughts in human hearts.

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

"destiny."

The shadow "in front of my eyes" suddenly darkened, and I immediately found myself throwing myself on the giant-shaped Colin Iliad.

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

It was like the first ray of light illuminating the darkness in the long night.

The light became brighter and brighter, rushing upwards out of the mausoleum, attracting a brighter and more intense radiance from the bottom of the round tower of the City of Silver to rise up to meet it.

The two met in mid-air, then turned around and landed on Colin Iliad's huge body, causing the dark shadow to evaporate and become lighter and lighter as it twisted and wriggled until it disappeared completely.

"Demon Hunter" Colin looked back at Lovia, without saying anything, without showing any expression, as if nothing happened just now.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, and channeled the remaining radiance into the twin swords that pierced the former chief's body.

Lovia stood there with her eyes closed, without any panic or fear, but sighed slowly.

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"City of Generosity" Bayam, Alger Wilson walked around several times in a row, got rid of the imaginary stalkers and monitors, and finally came to the house of the "craftsman" and rang the doorbell.

When he first heard that the "artisan" was inexplicably ill and there were strange snoopers around him, Alger was the first to suspect that it was the Witch Sect. Unable to resist the temptation of beauty, there is absolutely no need for the witches to make things so complicated. Just hook their fingers and show their charm, and they can make the other party explain everything and agree to everything.

Therefore, Alger thought that there was another reason for the matter, and it was necessary for him to come and take a look in person, lest the delivery of the magical item be delayed again, or the characteristics and materials be inexplicably lost.

In the sound of ding ding dong dong, the door of the "craftsman" house opened, and a middle-aged man with a lean body and slightly tanned skin took a look at Alger and said:

"How did you come?"

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

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

Sharf yawned and said:

"It's ready."

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

"And those strange snoopers?"

Sharf's eye bags are a little swollen, and his brown eyes reveal a bit of fatigue and impatience:

"Who knows? Anyway, it didn't show up again. In short, I will move soon. It's not too safe here."

Alger breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's fine if nothing happens."

He paused and said:

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

"A guy like you who only pursues strength can't appreciate good wine at all." Sharf grabbed his flaxen hair and stepped aside to get out of the way.

Alger walked in calmly, and he took most of the scene into his eyes just by raising his eyes.