In the blink of an eye, Colin Iliad turned into a four-meter-tall "giant." His body was covered in dark, twisted blue-green veins. Every inch of skin, every pore, every piece of flesh seemed to defy normal human senses, combined in a special manner, containing an unimaginable impact.
This could no longer be described as flat or three-dimensional. It was as if, beyond length, width, and height, there were additional dimensions of information, strength, spirituality, etc., presented intuitively. They seemed condensed into mysterious and complex patterns, symbols, and marks, but in reality, there was no change. The former was merely a partial impression due to the limitations of human senses. But even so, when facing such beings, humans without divinity would still have their spirituality polluted, their spirit destroyed, their brain impacted. Instant death or total madness was not uncommon.
It was precisely for this reason that such beings were called in mysticism:
Mythological creatures!
However, at this moment, Colin Iliad's head did not change too significantly. It only expanded somewhat, and from the forehead to the nose area, a vertical slit like a hollow eye cracked open.
Without Sequence 2, the mythological creature form of a demigod was incomplete!
For powerhouses of this level, showing such a form had both clear advantages and disadvantages. On one hand, it greatly increased their strength and level. On the other hand, it brought a strong tendency toward madness and losing control, posing a significant test to rationality. Only those with extremely strong wills could handle it.
Therefore, most saints would only consider completely transforming into an incomplete mythological creature when pushed to the brink, rather than merely converting a part of their body. For them, this was also a dance on a blade's edge, easily leading to losing control, so they had to be cautious.
Outside the majority, there were two extremes: a few who indulged their desires and displayed their evil, and those with extremely strong will and spirit. The former, as soon as they revealed their mythological creature form, would basically lose control and never be able to change back. The latter could use the mythological creature form as a more routine combat tactic, unafraid of the impact of losing control and madness. Of course, "more routine" still meant not routine, meaning it couldn't be too frequent, because for those walking on the edge of the abyss, every test deepened the corrosion, and it wasn't something that could be completely avoided just because one could handle it.
In the "Six-member Council" of the City of Silver, Chief Colin Iliad belonged to the type that could control the mythological creature form of the "Demon Hunter."
Carrying two straight swords smeared with different oils, he stepped forward with his right foot, and his whole body leaped up amid the shaking earth, pouncing from mid-air toward the top of the altar, toward the former chief whose body was covered in white feathers.
Inside and on the surface of his giant-like body, dawn-like light burst forth, dispelling the surrounding darkness and purifying the terrifying creatures in the illusory river behind him.
At the same time, Waite Hillmon kept pulling the Dragon-Hunting Bow, sending continuous waves of brilliant and dazzling silver-white lightning arrows toward the former chief, who had already turned into an unknown monster.
Lovia had already closed her eyes in preparation. Behind her, the silver-armored knight over five meters tall flashed, dragging a giant illusory sword, directly crashing into the front of the altar, causing silver light-slitting tears to split open.
In addition, under the feet of this "Shepherd" elder, the curled-up shadow suddenly wriggled on its own, as if it had come to life.
It quickly separated from Lovia, and in the environment of interwoven darkness and dawn, it swiftly rushed along gloomy places toward the iron-black coffin on top of the altar.
However, its target did not seem to be the mutated former chief, but the illusory black thin tubes that were stabbed into his body and extending to infinity!
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Just as Klein returned to the real world, he heard the sound of waves outside become extremely violent, heard the terrified screams of street prostitutes coming in waves, with no sign of abating.
He walked to the window of his room in some surprise, through the gap between two haphazardly built houses, and saw outside the Port of Boudoir: layers of leaden clouds, waves like peaks, black storm extending from the sea into the sky, and dark silver-white lightning tearing through everything silently.
It was as if the door to the apocalypse had finally been opened.
And inside the port town, the void became translucent. Skeletons with open mouths, vines protruding with baby faces, bloodied hands, and strange slippery tentacles with teeth slapped against the barrier between the illusory and the real from the other side, agitated and ferocious.
This terrified many pirates, who fled into the nearest houses.
The nearly invisible vengeful spirits and shadows flew back and forth, sometimes appearing next to different targets' ears, wanting to scream but unable to touch them.
At this moment, the Port of Boudoir seemed to have fallen into the underworld, also called hell—gloomy, dark, chaotic, and mad.
Klein furrowed his brows slightly, vaguely understanding what had happened:
His divination atop the Gray Fog had angered something deep in the cold tomb. It then vented its emotions, changing the weather of the Stormy Sea and the Port of Boudoir, creating signs that the underworld was about to descend.
"In other words, that tomb is indeed in some hidden place in the Stormy Sea… It is likely the remnant of the God of Death from back then. Of course, that doesn't necessarily contradict the stage product of the Spirit Church's artificial death god plan. The two might have 'merged'…" Klein withdrew his gaze, quickly arranged a ritual, and sacrificed Azik's copper whistle to the Gray Fog, to avoid being locked onto by that unknown and sinister thing.
After doing all this, he looked at the gradually subsiding abnormal phenomena outside the window and said with self-deprecating smile:
"Such a welcome ceremony can be said to be very enthusiastic.
"Hmm… The Spirit Church will definitely notice the abnormal changes in the Stormy Sea. I wonder what actions they will take…"
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On the illusory black river, the waves slowly calmed down. The arms, vines, and tentacles that had been trying to grab outward were either completely evaporated or had to retreat.
Around the altar, the ground had already dried and cracked, and white feathers stained with pale yellow grease were scattered everywhere.