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In the face of the angel’s embrace, Colin Iliad wasn’t astonished. He accepted everything with a calm expression, as though he was already prepared.

The ritual began. He took a step forward, picked up the Silver Knight potion, and poured it into his mouth.

Without a sound, this Demon Hunter’s body swelled up, turning into a grayish-blue giant with bluish-black veins covering him. He stood several meters tall, with black cracks on his forehead.

Every inch of this giant contained the indescribable power of mystery and terror. Apart from his head which still retained the appearance of a human, the rest of his body was akin to a Mythical Creature that exerted a strange mental influence.

In the next second, the skull underlying Colin Iliad’s head seemed to soften as it sank inwards. With the black crack as its core, his head slowly squirmed, as though it was forming a nebulous vortex.

Such pain made the City of Silver’s Chief, who had killed many powerful creatures, unable to restrain himself. He let out a series of howling cries that could make the minds of ordinary creatures split apart.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Colin Iliad had already evacuated the members of the spire in advance, leaving behind only the demigod-level Waite Chirmont to watch over him and prevent any accidents from happening, many Beyonders would’ve definitely lost control.

The remains of the six powerful living creatures that were situated in different spots floated up under the invisible power of the ritual, circling the mutated Colin Iliad, using some sort of mysterious connection to awaken some of the memories of this peerless Demon Hunter.

It was the experience of hunting “demons.” It was him painfully ending the former Chief’s attack with his own hands. It was his life of defeating powerful monsters again and again.

These manifestations appeared like painting on an altar. Sometimes, they would be integrated into Colin Iliad, and sometimes they would be extracted from him, helping him define himself. He maintained a certain level of clarity during the extreme pain and changes.

Only at this moment did Colin Iliad finally understand the essence of the ritual.

As a Sequence 4 Demon Hunter, the hunting of every powerful creature was a battle of intense mental catharsis. It left a deep impression in his life.

With these powerful mental imprints, he was able to locate himself after consuming the potion, and not be lost in pain and madness.

This made Colin Iliad recall a term recorded in some of the books in the City of Silver: “Anchor”!

At Sequence 3, he was considered a deity in a certain sense. He could respond to prayers within a certain range, so an anchor was required.

As this wasn’t the level of an angel, an anchor didn’t necessarily need to be a believer. It could be replaced by other things, such as the clear marks in one’s life that had meaning in mysticism.

In the memories that had been awakened, Colin Iliad slowly regained his self-awareness. He felt his body again and grasped its changes.

Right on the heels of that, a layer of wings formed from illusory light extended out from behind him. They fused with the surrounding “paintings” as they constantly shrank inwards. The surface of Colin Iliad’s body collapsed into a silver armor that was firm and beautiful, but it didn’t possess any weight to it.

difference in the deity’s blessing, there would be minute differences between Silver Knights. Previously, the leader of the King Court’s Chasers,

his body condense a Silver Rapier that could teleport. While in combat, it would appear at random during an attack,

obtain a

silver armor finally took form, Colin Iliad had completed his advancement. Apart from not having a single vertical eye on his head,

raised his right hand and

erupted out of thin air. It tore apart everything around it, splitting the

Silver Knight, Derrick Berg completed the bestowment ritual

away most of the attention, Klein suddenly reached out while in the ancient palace above the gray fog. He had summoned

heels of that, he did a divination in advance, confirming that there weren’t any signs of Amon’s parasites around Little Sun. Without any hesitation, he opened the revolver’s cylinder

Pa!

cylinder and used the mysticism connection to aim at the spot

Bang!

calmly pulled the trigger

this Beyonder

around them. A majestic but slightly dark energy surged out like a tidal wave, wrapping around the bullet, passing through the gap and shooting towards the

dimmed. Suppressing his fear and horror, Klein used Death Knell’s historical projection to simulate the feeling of a sudden descent. He “leaped” towards the crimson star representing The Sun and

wearing pointed hats raised “Their” heads and looked at the lightning that streaked across the sky. “They” looked at a deep and

and after a moment of

seem like someone who can come up with such

“Pallez?

organization codenamed

household in the City

dark, as if the

the City of Silver, this wasn’t a good thing. Derrick’s eyes immediately lit up with the light of

light burst out from the deep darkness

tube that Derrick had received shattered automatically as fresh red blood floated out from it

“light fragments” condensed into one, forming a huge ball of

ball stretched out and

a deep outline and a cold expression. He wore a silk half top hat and

of mysticism, Klein used the help of his old blood to complete his

visitor through his special temperament. After

“Mr. World?”

Little Sun, who seemed to have grown taller. He subconsciously reached out and pressed down

said, “I will be in the Forsaken Land of

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