Chapter 170: Shadow

Chapter 170: Shadow

In the span of a blink, Colin Iliad transformed into a four-meter-tall “giant.” His body was knotted and dark greenish-black. Every inch of skin, every pore, every piece of flesh seemed to defy ordinary human senses, assembled in a special manner and containing an unimaginable impact.

This could no longer be described as flat or three-dimensional. It was as though beyond length, width, and height, new dimensions of measurement—information, power, spirituality, and the like—had appeared, presented directly before the eyes. They seemed condensed into mysterious, complicated patterns, symbols, and signs, when in truth they had not changed at all. The former was merely the partial impression received by humans due to the inadequacy of their own senses. Yet even so, when facing such creatures directly, humans lacking divinity would still find their spirituality corrupted, their minds ravaged, and their brains assaulted. Dying on the spot or going completely mad were not uncommon outcomes.

Because of this, such creatures were called, in mysticism:

Mythical creatures!

However, Colin Iliad’s head showed no overly obvious changes at this moment. It had merely swollen quite a bit, while the region from his forehead down to his nose had split open with a dark, vertical eye-like crack.

Before Sequence 2, the mythical creature form of a demigod was incomplete!

For powerhouses of this level, manifesting such a form was a matter with very clear benefits and drawbacks. On one hand, it could bring an enormous increase in personal strength and level. On the other, it brought with it intense madness and a strong tendency toward losing control, placing the mind under no small test. Those without extremely firm will were incapable of handling it.

Therefore, most saints would only consider fully becoming an incomplete mythical creature when forced into absolute desperation, rather than merely transforming a certain body part. To them, this too was an act of dancing on a blade’s edge, and it could easily cause them to lose control. They had to be cautious, then cautious again.

Outside of the majority were two extremes. One consisted of the few who indulged their desires and flaunted their malice. The other consisted of those with extremely firm will and exceptionally resilient minds. For the former, once they revealed their own mythical creature form, it basically meant they would lose control and could never change back. The latter could use mythical creature form as a relatively common combat method, unafraid of the impact of madness and the tendency toward losing control. Of course, “relatively common” was still not “common.” It still meant they could not do it too frequently, because for a person wandering at the edge of the abyss, every test would deepen the corrosion. Merely being able to withstand it did not mean one could completely avoid it.

Within the City of Silver’s six-member council, Chief Colin Iliad belonged to the kind capable of controlling the Demon Hunter’s mythical creature form.

Carrying two straight swords smeared with different ointments, he merely stepped forward with his right foot, and amid the ground’s trembling, his entire person leapt up, pouncing from midair toward the top of the altar—toward the former Chief whose body was covered in white feathers.

Inside and outside his giant-like body, dawn-like light burst forth, driving away the surrounding darkness and purifying the horrifying creatures in the illusory river behind him.

At the same time, Waite Chirmont repeatedly drew the Dragon-Hunting Bow, letting resplendent, dazzling silver-white thunder arrows connect into surging waves and rush toward the former Chief, who had already transformed into some unknown monster.

Lovia had already closed her eyes in preparation. Behind her, that silver-armored knight more than five meters tall flashed, dragging its illusory greatsword as it collided directly with the front of the altar, causing…