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,

Looking outside Hakata Port, lead clouds are layered, waves are like peaks, black storms extend from the sea to mid-air, and the gloomy silver-white lightning is tearing 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 finishing all this, he looked out the window at the vision that gradually subsided, and laughed at himself: "This kind of 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 silvery-white light arrow full of violence, aiming at the former chief's head with only a small amount of flesh 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: "Fate."

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