Part 4 The Undead Chapter 170 – The Shadow

　　In the blink of an eye, Colin Iliad became a four-meter-tall “giant”, his body was black and gnarled, and every inch of skin, every pore, every piece of flesh and blood seemed to defy the normal human senses, and was assembled in a special form that contained an unimaginable sense of impact.

　　This is no longer flat or three-dimensional can be described, like in addition to length, width, height, more information, power, spirituality and other measures, they intuitively presented, seemingly condensed into a mysterious and complex patterns, symbols and logos, in reality, there is no change, the former is only a part of the impression of human beings in the way of the inadequacy of their own sensory conditions, but even so, when facing the similar creatures directly, do not have the divinity of the But even so, when facing similar creatures directly, human beings who do not possess divinity will still have their spirituality contaminated, their spirit destroyed, and their brain impacted, and it is not too uncommon for them to die violently on the spot or to go completely insane.

　　Because of this, such creatures are known in the occult as:

　　Mythical Creatures!

　　However, at this time, Colin Iliad’s head didn’t change too significantly, it just swelled up quite a bit, while the area from his forehead to his nose cracked out a vertical eye-like ghostly black slit.

　　Without reaching Sequence 2, a demigod’s mythical creature form was incomplete!

　　For this level of powerhouse, manifesting a similar form is something that has both obvious benefits and drawbacks, on the one hand, it can bring about a great increase in one’s own strength and level, on the other hand, it will be accompanied by a strong tendency to go crazy and out of control, causing a considerable test of sanity, which is difficult to be managed by those who do not have an extremely strong will.

　　Therefore, most of the saints, only when they are pushed to the extreme, will consider completely changing into incomplete mythological creatures, rather than only transforming a certain part of the body, which for them, is also the behavior of dancing on the blade, it is very easy to lose control of it, and they must be cautious and prudent.

　　Outside of the majority, there are two extremes, one is a very indulgent desire to open up the viciousness of the minority, a very strong-willed spirit is very tough, the former as long as the appearance of its own mythological creature form, basically the same as will be out of control, and can never be changed back, the latter can be used in the form of mythological creatures as a more conventional means of combat, not afraid of losing control and crazy tendency of the impact of the latter, of course, the more conventional still is not the Of course, more conventional is still not conventional, and it still means that it cannot be done too often, because for those who are wandering on the edge of the abyss, every temptation will deepen the corrosion, and it is not something that can be avoided as long as one can withstand it.

　　Colin Iliad, the chief of the “Council of Six” in Silver City, belonged to the kind of people who could handle the mythical creature form of “Demon Hunter”.

　　Carrying two straight swords anointed with different ointments, he simply stepped forward with his right foot and leapt up in the shaking of the earth, swooping down from mid-air to the top of the altar and to the former Chief, whose body was covered with white feathers.

　　Inside and on the surface of his titanic form, a morning sun-style light burst forth, dispelling the darkness around him and purifying the illusory river behind him of all manner of frightening creatures.

　　At the same time, Wight Hilmon kept pulling the Dragon Hunter’s Bow, making a brilliant and piercing silver-white thunder arrow connect into a raging wave, running towards the former Chief who had turned into some unknown monster.

　　Lovia closed her eyes in preparation, and the silver-armored knight behind her, whose figure was more than five meters, flashed, dragging an illusory giant sword, and slammed directly into the front of the altar, splitting the place into one after another cracks that flowed with silver light.

　　In addition, under the feet of this “shepherd” elder, the shadow that had shrunk into a ball suddenly wriggled on its own, as if it had come to life.

　　It quickly detached itself from Lovia, and in the environment of darkness and morning sunlight, it quickly rushed towards the iron black coffin on the top of the altar along the eerie place.

　　However, its target did not seem to be the mutated former chief, but the illusory black tubes that were rooted inside the other party and stretched into the infinite distance!

　　……

　　Klein had just returned to the real world when he heard the sound of the waves outside become extremely rough, and heard the fearful screams of the standing girls come in burst after burst, showing no sign of subsiding.

　　Slightly startled, he walked to the window of his room, and through the gap between two messily built houses, he saw that outside of Hakata Harbor, leaden clouds were cascading, waves were like peaks, and black storms stretched from the sea to mid-air, and silver-white lightning tinted with spectral darkness ripped through everything without a sound.

　　It was as if the door to doom had finally been opened.

　　And inside the harbor town, the void became translucent, a skeleton with an open mouth, a vine with a baby’s face protruding, a bloody arm, a slippery tentacle with teeth in strange shapes, slapped on the interval between illusion and reality from the other side, agitated and hideous.

　　This scared many pirates legs soft, do not dare to stay in the street, have rushed into the nearest house.

　　The nearly invisible ghosts and shadows darted back and forth, sometimes flickering, coming up to the ears of different targets, wanting to scream, but unable to make contact.

　　At this moment, Hakata Harbor was like falling into the underworld also known as Hell, eerie, dark, chaotic, and insane.

　　Klein’s brow furrowed slightly, vaguely realizing a bit what was going on:

　　His divination above the gray mist just now had angered something in the depths of the gloomy mausoleum, and it had then given vent to its own emotions, altering the Berserk Sea and the weather in Hakata Harbor, creating signs like the Underworld was about to descend.

　　”That is to say, that mausoleum is indeed in some hidden place in the Berserk Sea …… It is probable that it is the legacy of the God of Death in the beginning, ah, of course, this is not necessarily contradictory to the product of the stage of the Spirit Order’s Artificial God of Death program, and the two could possibly be ‘fused’ together. ‘ together …… “Klein withdrew his sight and quickly set up the ritual, sacrificing the Aztec copper whistle to the gray mist, lest he be locked by the unknown and bizarrely evil thing.

　　With that done, he looked out the window at the vision that was subsiding and smiled to himself:

　　”Such a welcome can be said to be very warm.

　　”Well …… the Spirit Order will definitely notice the abnormal changes in the Berserk Sea, I wonder what kind of action they will take ……”

　　……

　　Above the illusory, pitch-black river, the waves slowly subsided, and the arms, vines, and tentacles that had tried to claw their way outward either evaporated cleanly or had to shrink back.

　　Around the altar, the earth had dried and cracked, and white feathers stained with pale yellow oil had fallen everywhere.

　　The giantized Colin Iliad had plunged both straight swords in his hands into the former Chief at the same time, pinning the rotting monster no shorter than him to the collapsed altar, while the Dragon Hunter’s Bow in the hand of Wight Hilmon had coalesced into an arrow of silver-white light full of violent aura, aiming at the head of the former Chief, which only had a small amount of flesh and blood hanging from it.

　　The shadow that Lovia had detached, covered by the silver full-body armor knight, reached the altar without any difficulty, and while the other two elders were not paying attention, it suddenly leapt up and pounced on the unreal black tube on the former chief’s body that stretched into the infinite distance.

　　Seeing the unreal thin tube getting closer and closer, the color of that shadow steeply darkened, pitch-black as if the most depraved and evil thoughts in the human heart.

　　Just then, a low voice echoed around the altar:

　　”Destiny.”

　　The shadow’s “eyes” darkened, and then it found itself pouncing on the giant-sized Colin Iliad.

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

　　It was like the first light that illuminated the darkness in a long night.

　　This light grew brighter and brighter, rushing upward out of the mausoleum and drawing an even brighter and more fiery glow from the bottom of the round tower of the Silver City leaping up to meet it.

　　The two met in mid-air, and then turned back down, landing on Colin Iliad’s massive body, causing the dark shadows to evaporate and fade in a twisting, writhing motion until they disappeared completely.

　　”Demon Hunter” Colin glanced back at Lovia, saying nothing, presenting no expression as if nothing had just happened.

　　He quickly withdrew his gaze and channeled the remnants of his glow into the twin swords that had stabbed into the former Chief.

　　Lovia always stood there with her eyes closed, not a bit of panic, not a bit of fear, and instead sighed slowly.

　　……

　　In the “City of Generosity”, Bayam, Alger Wilson circled around several times, getting rid of imaginary followers and watchers, before arriving at the house of the “artisan” and ringing the doorbell.

　　Initially, when he heard that the “craftsman” was inexplicably infected, and strange snoopers appeared around him, Alger’s first suspicion was the Witch Cult, but after careful consideration, he felt that with the “craftsman’s” liking, he could not resist the temptation of beauty, and that the Witches did not need to complicate things so much. There is no need to make things so complicated, just hook your finger and show your charm, you 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 over and take a look in person, lest the delivery of the magical item be delayed once again, lest the characteristics and materials be lost somehow.

　　With a clanking sound, the door of the “Artisan” house opened, and a middle-aged man with a lean body and slightly tanned skin glanced at Alger and said:

　　”What brings you here?”

　　This was the “artisan” Sharf who had been working with Alger for several years, the exact origin of which was unknown.

　　”Didn’t you write that you were sick?” Alger asked in a seemingly casual manner.

　　Sharf yawned and said:

　　”Already well.”

　　Alger was stunned for a moment and looked around saying:

　　”Where are those strange snoopers?”

　　The bags under Sharf’s eyes were a bit puffy, and his brown eyes showed a bit of weariness and impatience:

　　”Who knows? They haven’t reappeared anyway, anyway, I’ll be moving soon, it’s not too safe here.”

　　Alger said with relief:

　　”It’s good that there’s nothing going on.”

　　He added after a pause:

　　”Aren’t you going to invite me in for a drink?”

　　”A guy like you who’s all about the intensity can’t appreciate a good drink.” Scharf scratched his flaxen hair and sidestepped out of the way.

　　Alger stepped in stoically, taking in most of the scene with just one raised eye.