Jonathan and the griffin, they almost vomited blood.

And so on.

It's no wonder that the expedition force is not completely annihilated.

Although Philip and other leaders, because of courtesy and prudence, did not drink the demon blood disguised as the Lucky Spring, but how could they avoid so many temptations and all kinds of traps that could not be guarded against? What made Jonathan and them even more crazy was that they had clearly seen the truth, but they were powerless to rescue through a flashing screen in front of them, so they could only sit back and watch their companions go to the abyss......

"It's a surprise that you've come here!" an unfamiliar voice sounded behind Jonathan.

"Who?" Remiga reacted the fastest, turning to meet the enemy as soon as possible, and was ready to attack.

The griffons were not slow to react either.

He was different from the cautious and guarded Remiga.

As soon as he turned around, he immediately attacked the shadow behind him who was sitting gracefully on the crystal stone. His fist was like a meteor, like a fierce tiger, and he smashed into the shadow's face with a thunderbolt.

"Griffin be careful!" Jonathan saw that the opposite side sat still, and knew that the enemy had been prepared and fearless.

"Kill!"

There is no way for the griffons to stop.

He simply threw all his strength out, intent on knocking the enemy down with a single blow.

However, the next scene made everyone in the audience (all stunned.

The graceful shadow slowly stretched out a finger, and it was so light that it blocked the griffon's full force. The griffon's fist was as large as a hammer, and before it was applied to the genetic potion, it had the power to break stones and wood, and it was as hard as a steel plate. As long as he hits him hard, it will also leave a clear fist mark deep and deep. Now I have had genetic modification surgery. The strength has doubled, and he has been injected with strengthening drugs many times and taken too strong tendon and pulse pills to improve. However, such a powerful griffon, when it was going all out to deliver a fatal blow, let the enemy block it with just one index finger!

This, how is this possible?

"What?" the griffin himself couldn't believe it.

"Impossible!" Jonathan and Remiga were shocked, completely overwhelmed.

"It must be a god who has deceived our eyes by some means!" Don Quixote does not believe in evil, and the griffin has deceived the enemy, but I will not. I only believe in my own power!

Compared to brute strength, Don Quixote is indeed stronger than the griffin.

Among the hundreds of genetic warriors, with pure wrist strength, Don Quixote can be ranked in the top three no matter how he compares the law.

As soon as he saw the griffin being held against the enemy's fingers, he immediately rushed forward like a rumbling chariot of rage, and with the power of the charge and the sheer weight of his weight, combined with his own brute strength, the three stacked together into an explosive and violent punch. Straight to the door of the elegant shadow.

"The strength is good!"

Elegant Shadow praised it very calmly.

Still, he held out only one finger to meet Don Quixote's giant fist.

The next second.

Everyone's eyes seemed to be frozen by the absolute zero cold.

Because Don Quixote's giant fist was also blocked by a finger, what was even more unbearable than the griffin was that Don Quixote, who was blocked by his finger and punched, couldn't stand the force of the shock. Soaring five or six steps back. Don Quixote tried to stop the retreat, but unfortunately his body could not control himself, and he forcibly tried to stop. Almost didn't let the force of the shock push to the ground.

Don Quixote staggered, but Panza quickly reached behind to block it. Otherwise he will fall.

"The power is so-so, but the balance is too far off. Even if you are a strength-type samurai, you can't fall too far in agility, otherwise, this will be a bottleneck for future improvement and an Achilles heel when facing the enemy. The elegant shadow voice gently commented on Don Quixote's shortcomings.

"Are you?" the griffon was stunned, he had never seen such an enemy, powerful and elegant, knowledgeable and personable.

Compared to this noble and elegant shadow.

Many of the so-called aristocrats in Europe are like rough farmers in the countryside.

Griffin is also a handsome man, at least in the crowd of rough guys such as Don Quixote and Panza, he has enough confidence in his appearance. It's a pity that now compared with the handsome, noble and elegant shadow in front of him, the griffin finds himself not much better than the ugly bell-ringer Quasimodo in Notre Dame Cathedral.

Unlike the gods, the handsome man in front of him is a typical Caucasian European appearance, and the contrast of handsomeness is more impactful in comparison.

How could there be such a man in the world?

The griffon almost suspected that he had stayed in the crystal dream and had not woken up.

Jonathan felt his scalp tingle, a strong enemy had come, and the most important thing was that Mr. Wood was not there, what should he do now? He looked at Remiga, who also looked stern, and found that his companion's fingers were trembling, and although he was calm on the surface, the fear in his heart was still unconcealed.

A ray of light.

Flashes of Jonathan's inner sky.

There was a suspicious name, which made him immediately burst out: "Timos, you are the legendary super wizard Timos! Every qiē and qiē in this are all made by you, including the book of Rainbow Paradise, and the homeless man who spreads rumors to fool people, as well as the undercover agent of Cepesh, as well as those humanoids and aliens, all of which are your subordinates! There is no Rainbow Paradise at all, this is the trap you use to catch your prey, we are fooled, we are all fooled, this qiē is all your ghost!"

The more Jonathan spoke, the clearer the doubts became.

Although I don't know why the crystal dream realm and the hell world have such a strange formation, the person in front of him must take advantage of these geographical advantages, and then lay out a trap to catch the prey lured by the outside world.

"Yes, yes!" the handsome, noble, and elegant man clapped his hands lightly: "I can't imagine that you have such judgment, only a few doubts and only a few fragments of the truth, you can boldly speculate about the cause and effect, young man, you are very good! However, there is one thing you said wrong, I am not Timos!"

"You're not Timos?" Jonathan was stunned, "You're not Timos, so who are you?"

"Guess!" the handsome man did not immediately announce the answer.

"He's Ozie!" the griffin immediately reacted: "If you are not Timos, then you are the lord of Ozie who wants to obtain the wealth left by Timos in Rainbow Paradise! It only drives us away and lures us here, and then passes all kinds of false appearances. Confuse us and make us your pathfinders!, Lord of Ozie. You must know about the existence of Rainbow Paradise, but because of certain conditions, you can't enter it, so you painstakingly plan the layout so that we will willingly drill into it......"

"I always thought you were a fool, but I never thought you would be a smart person far beyond my imagination!" The handsome man's expression was very surprised, in his intelligence, the griffin was a natural fool plus an incorrigible tease, the least likely threat in the group.

"Do I want to sue you if my intelligence is over 100?" the griffon's nose was about to soar into the sky.

"Tsepesh has deceived you miserably, haha!" the handsome man was happy.

"Awards, awards!" the griffon's expression was not at all modest.

"I think it's a little weird, too. In the expedition team, how could a natural stupid person, a guy who was stupid all over his body, follow that person and still gain his trust! Sure enough, you are actually a wise and foolish man who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger!" The handsome man smiled and asked, "What else can you guess besides the city lord of Otzi?"

"Vampire, you're a vampire!" the griffin almost adored himself, and he didn't know what was going on. His head suddenly brightened, could it be that the pressure of death threats has a bonus? But forget it, he doesn't plan to delve into it, now. The griffin just wants to keep the super cool feeling of the intelligent instant explosion: "You have great power, but you are a poor vampire, so no matter how strong you are." I can't enter the Rainbow Paradise left behind by Timos, there. There must be a special prohibition that makes it impossible for you to succeed no matter what means you use! You run out to lay out and choose the right candidates, and then you find that humanoids and aliens can't get in, or they just go in just cannon fodder, and the only ones who can really help you succeed are humans!"

"It's so amazing, I can't help but praise you!" the handsome man clapped vigorously.

"Pediatrics!" the griffon looked at Don Quixote and Panza out of the corner of her eye, signaling that these little friends should cooperate here and give them some warm applause.

......Don Quixote and the others did not cooperate at all, which made the griffon empty happy.

They must be jealous of me!

Griffins are sure.

If these guys are either jealous of themselves or shocked by their own astonishing inferences, as a modern-day Sherlock Holmes, such a little inference is simply trivial!

Jonathan suddenly spoke: "If Griffin's reasoning is correct, then you should have premeditated! You are not planning to seize the camp, it is just a scene, and it will be played out for us, including the encounter between Tsepes and us, and the subsequent attack of the beasts, all of which have been laid out in advance." But there is one thing that I don't understand, this operation was temporarily decided by our Dark Temple, how do you know the time and route of our action?"

The handsome man laughed when he heard this, and smiled nobilly and elegantly: "Do you think I'm going to tell you little characters about my chess pieces?

Upon hearing this, Jonathan was dumbfounded.

Remiga stepped forward and said, "I'm sure, it's not from our Dark Temple!"

"Why are you so sure?" the handsome man frowned, his gaze swept over the faces of the griffin, Jonathan, and Remiga, and finally rested on Remiga's face: "Humans are worthy of being an intelligent race, and there are so many intelligent people in a small team. However, no matter how bold your guess is, it doesn't mean that you are right!"

"If there were your traitors in the Dark Temple, then you would have entered the Rainbow Paradise a long time ago, and you don't need to wait until now!" Remiga grasped this key doubt.

"That's right, it's not our people, it's most likely the Plantagenet Dynasty, or the Knights Templar, and of course the Legion of Eden is the most suspicious. In fact, you have long colluded, and you have been trying to open up the route, but the entrance to other holy places is different from our control, in the other entrance, maybe the distance, or the threat of the beast tide, or other factors, you cannot use the power of the traitor to enter the rainbow paradise. It wasn't until we entered this time that we got the opportunity, wait a minute, in fact, maybe a few years ago, or even longer, you got the opportunity, but the layout was not mature, so there was no difficulty, and it was postponed until this time to enter the ......" The vein in Jonathan's head gradually became clear.

"When you get close to the truth, you will have a problem in front of you, that is, people who know secrets usually don't live long!" the handsome man looked at Jonathan with a smile, "Now, you have two choices. The first is to choose to join us and share in the riches of Rainbow Land, where I can grant you eternal blood, and as long as you have it, you can enjoy a perfect and immortal body. You can stay in purgatory if you wish, or you can live in Rainbow Land, and if you want to return to the surface world and fulfill your ambitions, you can also go back, as long as you receive the blood of eternal life, which is your kind, friends and relatives. If you don't want to choose the first, you can choose the second path, and I allow you to choose a way to die!"

The griffin raised her hand: "I have a decision!"

The handsome man was slightly stunned: "You have made a decision so soon? Very good, it seems that you are really a smart person!"

The griffon's expression was triumphant: "Of course, I'm not only smart, but also decisive, so please don't worship me too much!"

"And what is your choice?" the handsome man suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he was unusually patient to give the griffon a chance.

"I choose to die of old age!" the griffon laughed wildly as soon as he finished the joke.

Full time.

Except for him who laughed maniacally, no one laughed.

Everyone looked at him with the eyes of an idiot I don't know, big brother, it's not impossible to tease, but when you scored, now you're burning your eyebrows, are you still doing this?What about your nervous nerves? (To be continued...... R1292