The armor of these soldiers and the belts of the young men in fancy clothes all had a common insignia, which was a strange monster with the head of a lion head and a snake tail, opening its bloody mouth and leaning back in a posture ready to pounce.

The young man in Chinese clothes glanced up and down curiously as he passed by the Spartans, and then the attendants around him whispered a few words beside him, and the young man in Chinese clothes raised his eyebrows to show a little excitement, and then immediately gave an order, and the whole team sped up and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The sea breeze with the unique fishy smell of sea water blew in, and after turning over the uneven stone chestnut, the vastness of the Ionian Sea was suddenly visible, and Wang Kui couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in his heart when he saw the sea in another world for the first time.

"Hidden!This is the Griffin of the Grey Valley, pay attention to its claws and beak, from which it will spit out a thorny wind. ”

A demonic beast with an eagle head, a lion body, and a snake's tail suddenly appeared on the horizon, and when he saw the form of this demonic beast clearly, Accra immediately roared loudly.

All the Spartans quickly dispersed, but there was no obstacle on the edge of the cliff to cover, and the Griffin of the Grey Valley swooped down as soon as it appeared from the sky, its claws glittering with a sharp cold light and slashing at a Spartan warrior.

"The God of War is on top!"

The Spartan warrior roared, and a monstrous python phantom flashed from his chest, and he quickly drew his spear wrapped in the hide, gripped the handle tightly with both hands, and stabbed it with all his might at the claws of the Griffon of the Grey Valley.

Click!

The bronze head of the spear immediately sank into the center of the griffon's claws, but the wooden barrel could not withstand the force of the mutual impact, and broke directly after bending into an exaggerated arc, leaving only a piece of the spear head still stuck in it, and the Spartan warrior was also directly slapped out by the griffin's claws.

From the appearance of the griffin to the warning in Accra to the attack on the Spartan warrior, the whole process was only two or three breaths.

Wang Kui's heart shook, this was the first time he had seen a demonic beast, whether it was strength or speed, compared to the beast he had killed in the Broken Stone Mountain Range, it was simply an unimaginably huge gap.

"Kill!"

A young roar exploded from the side, and Accra on the side was shocked, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to intercept and shouted at the same time: "Luktans, don't be impulsive!"

But his outstretched hand was empty, and he saw Lyktans holding a bronze dagger in his hand, and impulsively pounced on the griffin from the front.

"This kid ......," Accra cursed, but had to follow him, and immediately called the name of Ares, the god of war, as the phantom of a Nephian lion roared from his chest.

Lyktans' slightly trembling body betrayed the instinctive tension of his body, but there was nothing to fear in his heart.

As if he had exercised thousands of times, he successfully activated the power of the beast soul, and with the blessing of the beast soul's power, he clenched the bronze short sword in his hand and swooped down on the griffin's exposed abdomen.

Although Lyktans was very fast, if it was a Nefian lion or an Ermantos boar, he would probably be killed by his sword.

However, he Luktans ignored the fact that he was not facing the usual beast, but a monster that was more powerful in every way—the Griffin of the Grey Valley.

If Lyctans had observed calmly enough, he would have noticed that the griffon's eyes in front of him had a look of human contempt, and at the same time, its already exposed belly had actually bulged and expanded.

"Watch its mouth!"

What happens to its mouth? What happens to its mouth......

Lyktans was startled, and couldn't help but look up with wide eyes, and immediately saw that the barbed eagle's beak had been opened, and even the scarlet tongue inside could be seen like a snake letter.

"This is what the griffon's tongue looks like. ”

As soon as the thought struck Lyktans, the snake-like tongue of the Griffon of the Grey Vale was masked by a gray current.

The gray swirled in the griffin's foul-smelling mouth, mixed with countless hard rocks, and spewed head-on towards Lykstein.

Accra suddenly lunged out from behind and knocked him out of the way just in time, only to be exposed to the griffon's breath.

The breath mixed with these countless rocks resounded on Accra's body with a series of muffled sounds like fried beans, and the whole person of Accra, who had been hit hard, immediately flew upside down, and his tenacious body, which had been tempered for thousands of years, was full of bloody cracks.

I don't know if it was too sudden and stunned, or because I was afraid of the strange and powerful power of the monster because of the first time I saw the monster, Lyktans actually didn't move for a moment and stood in place in a daze, until a spear pierced through the eye socket of the Gryphon of the Grey Valley, and the broken eyeballs spilled out with thick body fluids.

"Lyktans, raise your weapons!"

Accra roared, stood up despite his injuries, kicked Lyktans to the ground, and rushed to the side of the Gryphon of Greyvale, the bronze sword in his hand slashed off, and the sharp toe that was almost the size of a child shot straight out.

The Griffon's mouth let out a howl of pain, and under a round of fire from the mighty Spartans, its body was immediately covered with wounds in its eyes, a spear stuck in its eye socket almost missed its skull, a feather harder than a rock was chopped to pieces, and a deep wound in its abdomen that could be seen as a bone.

The Griffin of Grey Valley also knew that he had kicked the iron plate at this time, and if he didn't leave, he was afraid that not only would he not be able to take these hateful Spartans as prey, but would become the target of the other party's hunting, and his huge wings immediately stretched out, and with a violent flutter, the greatly shattered feathers scattered in all directions.

"Kratos!"

In Accra's roar, a figure slammed into the Griffons of Ashenvale, which was about to take off, like a cannonball thrown by a catapult.

"Roar!"

Wang Kui let out an angry roar in his throat, as if a wild beast was roaring in his chest, and the waves of air that scattered out shook the griffin's movements in the air.

The bronze sword in Wang Kui's hand sank deep into the Griffon's body, scorching blood spilling all over his face.

Wang Kui only felt that his blood was burning, he put the weight of his whole body on the long sword in his hand and pressed it, and at the same time, with a strong turn of his wrist, he heard the sound of the griffin's internal organs being cut, and when he pumped hard, a stream of fishy blood rushed to his face.

"Chirp! tweet......"

The Griffin of the Grey Valley let out a wail of pain and felt its life force leak from its wounds, and with all its remaining strength it slammed forward, hoping to crush the Spartan who had slaughtered it with its strong body.

Wang Kui, who sensed the other party's intentions, did not retreat at all, he took a deep breath and resisted the griffin's huge body, and the one man and one beast with an extremely obvious difference in body were actually stalemate with each other.

The muscles of Wang Kui's whole body had swelled exaggeratedly at this moment, and he only felt the power surging from his body to his limbs.

With his roar, the mountain-like griffin actually moved backwards slowly, and then its entire body was directly pushed down by Wang Kui, smashing on the ground and kicking up a splash of gravel dust.

The moment the Griffin of the Grey Valley fell, all the Spartan warriors swarmed up and threw their weapons into the body of the beast, and after a brief convulsion, the mighty beast died on the cliff by the Ionian Sea.

All the Spartans who participated in the battle gathered around the huge corpse of the griffin, knelt on one knee, smeared their hands with the griffin's blood, and then bowed their heads and prayed to Ares, the god of war.

Wang Kui knew that this was a post-war ritual in Sparta, and while thanking the god of war for his strength to win, he would also absorb the life essence of his prey, thus becoming a part of his own power.

Wang Kui also pretended to kneel on one knee, and after wiping a handful on his chest, he lowered his head and said something, if someone could listen carefully next to him, he would hear: "Ares, you old boy, you are not afraid of losing your life when you are kneeling around by so many people every day." ”

Just as Wang Kui was habitually thinking about it, there was a slight feeling of heat coming from the place where the blood was smeared on his chest, and at the same time, countless red balls of light poured out from the body of the Griffin of the Gray Valley, and then they were sucked into the bodies of various Spartan warriors, and what could be seen was that the number of red balls of light pouring into Wang Kui's body was almost equal to the total amount of everyone else.

Beast spirits smelling blood surged from the Spartans' bodies, stretching their bodies as if they were solid, greedily sucking up the red balls of light that poured out of the griffin's bodies.

Whenever a Spartan warrior with a war spirit kills a prey, their beast soul will absorb the life essence of the prey, thus increasing its own power. Legend has it that when the beast soul grows to the extreme, it can even evolve from virtual to real and even more powerful monsters.

When the prayer was completed, the huge prey was dismantled, and each Spartan warrior carried a large mass of bloody flesh wrapped in leather that had been prepared long ago, so that even if they were unlucky for the rest of the journey, they would have enough food to cover the almost average journey.

After climbing the cliff and finally reaching the edge of the sea, the Spartans stopped for a short time to replenish their water and rest to recover from the wounds they had suffered in the battle.

Although Accra used his weapon to block the attack on the vital parts, he still suffered serious injuries from the breath of the Griffin of the Grey Valley, and after simply wiping the wounds that opened like small mouths with seawater, he took out a container made of animal vesicles and smeared his body with the ointment mixed by Abu inside.