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That is to take a look at the eyelids, Colin Iliad turned into a four-meter-high "giant", the body is black and black, every inch of skin, every pore, every piece of flesh and blood, seems to violate the human Normal senses, combined in a special form, have an unimaginable impact.

This is no longer a plane or a three-dimensional description. Just like the length, width, and height, there are more measures of information, strength, and spirituality. They are visually presented, seemingly concentrated for mysterious and complex patterns, symbols, and logos. Actually, there is no change. The former is just a part of the impression that human beings are obsessed with their own sensory conditions. Even if it is like this, when faced with similar creatures, human beings without divinity will still be spiritually polluted and the spirit will be destroyed. The situation in which the brain is shocked, violent on the spot or completely mad is not too rare.

Because of this, this creature is called in occult:

Mythological creatures!

However, at this time, Colin Iliad's head did not change too much, but it expanded a lot. From the forehead to the nose, a vertical gap was formed.

Without the sequence 2, the mythical creature form of the demigod is incomplete!

For the strong players at this level, it is obvious that the similar forms are obvious advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, this can bring about a great improvement in its own strength and level. On the other hand, it will be accompanied by a strong gift. The madness and the tendency to get out of control have caused a lot of trials for reason, and those who are extremely determined by the will are unmanageable.

Therefore, most of the saints, only when they are forced into desperation, will consider completely turning into incomplete mythological creatures, rather than just transforming a part of the body. For them, it is also the behavior of dancing on the blade. It is easy to get out of control and must be cautious and cautious.

In addition to most of them, there are two extremes. One is a very indulgence of desires to promote the viciousness of the minority. The other is those who are very determined and very tough. The former will simply lose their control as long as they present their own mythological biological forms. It can't change back. The latter can use the mythological creature form as a more conventional means of combat. It is not afraid of the impact of out of control and madness. Of course, it is still not conventional, and it is still not too frequent, because people who are on the edge of the abyss In this way, every test will deepen the corrosion, and it can be completely avoided without being able to withstand it.

In the "Six-members" of the Silver City, the chief Colin Iliad is the kind that can control the mythical creature form of the "hunting".

He carried two straight swords with different ointments, and the right foot just stepped forward. The whole person jumped up in the shaking of the earth, and rushed from the air to the top of the altar, and the body was covered with white feathers. Former chief.

The interior and surface of his giant body, the morning light burst out, dispelling the surrounding darkness and purifying the horror creatures in the unreal river behind.

At the same time, Wet Hillmon continued to pull the dragon's bow, let a brilliant glaring silver and white arrow into a raging wave, rushed to the former chief who has not become a monster.

Luo Weiya had already closed her eyes in preparation. The silver armor knight, more than five meters behind her, flashed a shadow and dragged the illusory giant sword. She directly hit the front of the altar and let it split one after another. The rip of light.

In addition, at the foot of the "Shepherd" elders, the shadow of a group of people suddenly squirmed, as if to live.

It quickly departed from Lodi, in the dark and the morning sun, in an environment of ecstasy, quickly rushed to the iron black coffin at the top of the altar.

However, its goal does not seem to be the former chief of the change, but the unreal black thin tube that is stuck in the other body and extends to infinity!

............

When Klein just returned to the real world, he heard the sound of the outside became extremely turbulent. He heard the fear of the girl standing on the street and screamed for a while, without any signs of calming down.

He walked awkwardly to the window of the room, through the gap between the two messy houses, seeing the outside of Hakata Port, the lead clouds were stacked, the waves were like peaks, and the black storm stretched from the sea to the air, dyed dark. The silver-white lightning rips everything without sound.

It was like the door to the end of the day was finally opened.

In the small town of the port, the void becomes translucent, one by one with a mouth open, a strip of vines that highlight the baby's face, a **** arm, a grotesque greasy tentacles with teeth, tapping from the other side In the interval between illusion and reality, I was excited and embarrassed.

This scared a lot of pirate legs soft, did not dare to stay in the street, have rushed into the nearest house.

The almost invisible ghosts danced back and forth, sometimes flashing, and plunging into the ears of different targets, trying to scream and scream but could not touch.

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

Klein brows slightly and vaguely understands what is going on:

His divination above the fog angered the deepness of the cold mausoleum, which vented his own emotions, changed the weather of the raging sea and Hakata Port, and created signs that the underworld would come.

"That is to say, the mausoleum is indeed in a hidden place in the violent sea... It is a high probability that it is the legacy of the original death. Of course, this is not necessarily contradictory to the stage of the spiritual death plan of the spiritual group. It's possible to 'merge' together..." Kline retracted his gaze and quickly arranged the ceremony to sacrifice the Azick copper whistle over the fog, so as not to be locked by the unknown and strange evil.

After doing all this, he looked at the vision that gradually subsided outside the window, laughing at himself:

"This kind of welcoming ceremony can be said to be very warm.

"Well... the spiritual group will definitely notice the abnormal changes in the raging sea, not knowing what kind of action they will take..."

............

Above the illusory dark river, the waves slowly subsided, and the arms, vines, and tentacles that tried to catch them were either evaporated or had to be retracted.

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

The giantized Colin Iliad has inserted the two straight swords in his hand into the former chief's body, and nailed it to his fallen altar, in the hands of Witt Hilmont. The dragon's bow condenses a violent silver-white arrow, aiming at the head of the former chief who only has a small amount of flesh and blood.

The shadow that Luo Weiya separated, under the cover of the silver full-body armor, arrived at the altar smoothly. The other two elders did not pay attention, and suddenly slammed into the former chief’s body and extended to infinity. Unreal black tube.

Seeing the unrealistic thin tube getting closer and closer, the shadow color suddenly becomes darker and darker, as if it were the most depraved and evil thought in the human heart.

Just then, a low voice echoed around the altar:

"fate."

The shadow "in front of me" suddenly darkened, and immediately found himself on the giant human body Colin Iliad.

Colin looked down at it, and the eyes blew in the pure and clear light.

It was like a long night, illuminating the first light of darkness.

This light is getting brighter and brighter, and it rushes out of the mausoleum, attracting a more splendid and more flaming glow at the bottom of the Silver City Round Tower.

The two met in the air, and turned down, falling on the huge body of Colin Iliad, letting the dark shadows evaporate, and faded in the twisting and creeping, until it disappeared completely.

"Hunter" Colin looked back at Lodi, and said nothing, and no expression appeared. It seems that nothing happened.

He quickly regained his gaze and introduced the remaining Huimeng into the double sword that stabbed the former chief.

Luo Weiya always stood there with her eyes closed, no panic, no fear, but slowly sighed.

............

"The City of Generosity" Byam, Alger Wilson circumvented a few laps and got rid of the imaginary followers and monitors before he came to the house of the "craftsman" and rang the doorbell.

When I first heard that the "artisan" was inexplicably infected, and there was a strange snooper around him, Alger first suspected the witch sect. He thought about it carefully. He felt that he was resisted by the "craftsman" preference. Without the temptation of beauty, the witches don't have to make things so complicated. Just hook your fingers and show the charm, you can let the other party explain everything, and promise everything.

Therefore, Alger thinks that there are other reasons for this, and it is necessary for him to take a look at it personally, lest the delivery of magical items be postponed again, lest the features and materials be lost inexplicably.

In the sly voice, the door of the "artisan" house opened, and a middle-aged man with a lean, tanned skin looked at Alger:

"How did you come?"

This is the "artisan" Schalf who has worked with Alger for several years. The specific origin is unknown.

"Don't you write a letter saying that you are sick?" Alger asked casually.

Sheriff yawned:

"Already good."

Alger stunned and looked around:

"What about those strange snoopers?"

Schalf’s bags were a little puffy, and the brown scorpion showed some exhaustion and intolerance:

"Who knows? Anyway, it doesn't happen anymore. In short, I will move recently. It's not too safe here."

Alger sighed:

"Nothing is fine."

He paused and said:

"You don't ask me to go in for a drink?"

"You guys who only pursue the intensity can't appreciate the wine." Schalf grabbed his linen hair and turned the road sideways.

Alger walked in calmly, only to look up, and most of the scenes were included in the shackles.