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Chapter 67 The Most Miserable God in History! He Was Teleported and Thrown to the Point of Vomiting!

When Li Zhenguo regained consciousness, the Taoist aura that had sent shivers down his spine in the courtyard had vanished.

Instead, it exudes a primitive, savage, and untamed wildness.

He was standing in an unfamiliar tropical rainforest.

The canopies of towering trees blocked out the sky, and the sunlight could only fall sparsely as broken golden spots.

Thick, python-like vines intertwined and tangled, and the air was filled with a strange smell of damp earth, decaying leaves, and unknown wildflowers.

In the distance, sharp and strange cries of birds and beasts rose and fell, reminding him of the dangers of the place.

"Where... am I?"

Li Zhenguo's brain went blank for a moment.

One second he was in a courtyard house in Beijing, delivering a box of cherries to Lin Fan on behalf of the country.

How did he end up being airdropped into the Amazon rainforest the next second?

"Mr. Lin! Assistant Fang!"

He looked around in alarm, his heart sinking.

There was no one around.

Lin Fan, Fang Qingxue, and that group of dejected gods... all disappeared.

He was left all alone, standing in this perilous primeval jungle.

"Holy shit..."

Cold sweat beaded on Li Zhenguo's forehead, and he couldn't help but swear.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Transmission failure?

Or did Lin Fan, that devil, accidentally pack up the fruit delivery guy along with him when he activated the teleportation array?

He felt like he was going crazy.

Forcing himself to calm down, Li Zhenguo immediately checked his equipment.

Fortunately, the specially made military-grade tablet computer is still there.

He quickly turned on the device and tried to activate positioning and satellite communication.

A long string of scarlet garbled characters appeared on the screen, and the signal bar area was completely blank.

"The signal is completely blocked..."

Li Zhenguo's heart sank to the bottom.

An unknown and powerful energy field enveloped this place, isolating it from all contact with the outside world.

Just as he was being overwhelmed by a huge sense of despair, a flippant voice suddenly sounded behind him, with a hint of amusement.

"Hey friend, are you lost? Need a guide? First order gets a discount!"

Li Zhenguo's hair stood on end instantly!

Despite his alertness, he was completely unaware that someone had appeared behind him!

He suddenly turned around and assumed a standard fighting defensive stance.

A young white man, dressed in flashy beach shorts and flip-flops, wearing huge sunglasses, was casually leaning against an old tree, grinning at him.

Li Zhenguo's pupils suddenly contracted.

The man appeared to be an ordinary vacationer, but Li Zhenguo sensed a terrifying aura emanating from him that sent shivers down his spine.

That wasn't the kind of detached indifference that Lin Fan possessed, encompassing all things and as vast as the universe.

It is also different from the pure and intense fighting divinity of the Gold Saints.

This is a... chaotic, sinister, and bizarre divine power, full of mockery and malice. It's as if all the rules of the world are nothing more than laughable toys in his eyes.

"Who...are you?" Li Zhenguo's voice was hoarse, and all his muscles were tense to the extreme.

"I?"

The young man's smile widened. He took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of bright green eyes that gleamed with a mixture of cunning and madness.

Loki.

"Just a traveler who loves to play pranks."

……

at the same time.

In another rainforest clearing, dozens of kilometers away from Li Zhenguo.

Lin Fan and his "Gods and Demons Travel Group" appeared out of thin air.

"vomit--"

As soon as they landed, more than half of the twelve Gold Saints' legs went weak, and they knelt down on the ground, retching violently.

Their faces were as pale as paper, their eyes unfocused, as if their souls had been flung out of their bodies.

"That's...that's fucking...exciting..."

Leo Aiolia leaned against a large tree, panting heavily, feeling as if his inner universe was about to be shaken apart.

The teleportation experience he just had, lasting only a few seconds, was more terrifying than all the holy wars he had ever experienced combined!

The feeling was like being stuffed into a high-speed spinning washing machine, and then repeatedly washed, torn, and ravaged by countless violent spatial turbulence and fragments of laws.

If it weren't for the golden armor they were wearing, which was holding them up, they would probably have been broken down into the most basic particles in the universe by now.

Even the usually composed Ares, the God of War, turned pale at this moment, gripping his spear tightly to barely maintain his composure, but the horror in his eyes was impossible to conceal.

He was also frightened.

As a god who governs the laws of war, he has also conducted spatial teleportation across the divine realm.

But those all went through stable and solemn divine passages, or with the help of supreme divine power like that of Zeus, the king of the gods.

It's nothing like it was just now!

Simple! Brutal! Savage!

Without any regard for reason, with an absolute and suffocating force, he tore through space with his bare hands, forcibly creating a temporary path, and then forcefully "squeezed" them all over!

This isn't teleportation!

This is space smuggling!

This monster from the East... just who is he?!

In stark contrast to this group of staggering gods was Lin Fan.

He merely dusted off non-existent dust from the corner of his clothes, glanced at his disheveled subordinates, and curled his lip.

"Alright, stop throwing up, aren't you ashamed?"

"You can't even handle this little bit of bumpy ride? How are you going to work with me in the future?"

The Saint Seiya warriors were on the verge of tears. "We went there to fight, not to ride a roller coaster!"

Fang Qingxue was the only person besides Lin Fan who was still standing upright.

But her usually cool face was also slightly pale, and her clenched fists showed that she was also under tremendous pressure. She looked around at the unfamiliar jungle, her eyes full of vigilance.

"Sir, where are we now?"

"I don't know." Lin Fan shook his head, his tone as relaxed as if he were asking what they were having for dinner. "Probably some remote corner of America."

His teleportation directly locked onto the approximate coordinates of the "Feathered Serpent Temple" from the intelligence report.

However, since this was our first time handling intercontinental transport, we weren't very familiar with the process, and there was a slight deviation in the landing point.

"So what do we do now?" Fang Qingxue asked.

"Let's find a place to stay first," Lin Fan thought for a moment, then added, "and while we're at it, grab a local resident and ask them for directions."

As he spoke, an invisible spiritual force spread out from him like mercury, instantly covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles in a single moment.

Soon, he "saw" it.

Deep within this vast rainforest stands a colossal pyramid.

It is more magnificent than any of the pyramids that still exist in Egypt, and its body is covered with moss and vines, showing signs of erosion over time.

But in Lin Fan's perception, the ancient building still exuded a majestic and sacred aura, like a sleeping giant beast.

"Found it."

A slight smile appeared on Lin Fan's lips.

"Looks like we're lucky, we're not far away."

He turned around and waved to the group of Gold Saints who were still catching their breath on the ground.

"Get up, all of you, stop pretending to be dead."

"Work has started."