"Yeah?"
After seeing the figure in the distance, Fang Mo raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Isn't that... Kasijas?"
"It is indeed him."
Summon's expression turned grave: "Even among the thirteen apostles of the demon realm, he is the most belligerent, the legendary conqueror Kasijas... Why is he here?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Fang Mo spread his hands: "He must have been tricked by Hilder. You said he loves to fight, so once he heard there was a chance for a brawl here, he would have eagerly come over. I've met battle maniacs like him in other worlds before; it's not unusual."
"Is that so?"
Summon nodded, then looked worriedly at Fang Mo: "Can you handle two apostles by yourself?"
"?"
Fang Mo widened his eyes and looked at her: "Who do you think you're underestimating?"
"That's a relief."
Seeing this, Summon sighed in relief.
"Since we're already here, let's go down and meet him." After a moment of thought, Fang Mo controlled his descent slowly: "Honestly, I quite like these single-minded battle maniacs..."
As the two descended slowly.
Kasijas in the distance couldn't help but laugh excitedly.
He looked like an ancient demon, with double horns on his head, a tall and strong build, dressed in armor resembling that of a warrior. His eyes were blood-red, his body covered in scars, exuding a murderous aura so dense it almost became tangible.
At this moment, he looked up and smiled excitedly at the two, making his already terrifying face even more frightening.
Summon shivered in fear.
"Do you think..."
She instinctively grabbed Fang Mo's arm: "Will he suddenly rush over and cut me down?"
"Can you stop disgracing the demon realm?"
Fang Mo said in exasperation: "He will become your awakening later on, how can you be afraid of your own kind?"
He wasn't wrong, because in the game, summoners awaken to a stronger class, the Lunar Princess, and this conqueror Kasijas is a signature skill of the Lunar Princess.
According to the story, Kasijas was so obsessed with battle that he made a pact with the leader of the Spiral Demons in the demon realm, Katida. Powerful summoners could summon him to help in battles they couldn't handle.
This aligns well with the character of a battle maniac.
Be it Kenpachi from Bleach or Boros from One Punch Man, if they knew about summoning techniques, they would likely sign a contract to fight all over the world.
After all, their main drive is the thrill of battle.
"Awakening? Own kind?"
Summon was clearly still confused: "What do you mean?"
"You'll understand in the future."
Fang Mo waved his hand, not explaining further.
During this conversation, the two had already slowly landed, right in front of Kasijas.
"Impressive to block my sword aura so casually."
Seeing the two land, Kasijas immediately spoke, clearly very excited, his blood-red eyes filled with a desire for combat, even licking his lips: "It seems you must be the strong one Hilder mentioned."
"Tsk, you're just like Kenpachi."
Fang Mo couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity, if I had taken Kenpachi from Bleach, you two would probably thank me."
"I heard from Hilder that you are hunting apostles."
Kasijas frowned, but soon waved it off, raising his long sword towards Fang Mo: "I don't care about your motives, but since you can defeat other apostles, you must be strong. How about a battle between strong ones?"
"Coincidentally, I also like fighting."
Fang Mo smiled slightly: "But your purity is too low, you're no match for me."
"Am I being underestimated?"
The smile disappeared from Kasijas' face, turning cold: "In that case, let me show you my power..."
With that, Kasijas gripped his long sword, making a stance, his terrifying aura spreading, making the entire desert seem to tremble.
"It's not underestimation, but your apostles can't match the neighboring trendy ones."
Fang Mo remained unfazed: "Let's make this fight interesting with a wager."
"What do you want to bet?"
Kasijas, already in battle mode, asked coldly.
"Let's bet a contract." Fang Mo said: "If you lose, you sign a contract with my little pet here and do whatever she asks."
"And if I win?"
Kasijas asked.
"If you win?" Fang Mo shook his head, resisting the urge to mock: "For you... isn't victory the best reward?"
"Fine, I agree."
Kasijas nodded: "Then, let's battle!"
His aura intensified, with a blood-like energy spreading, combined with his fierce sword intent, making him look even more terrifying.
Fang Mo remained unfazed.
But the little demon beside him was nearly scared out of her wits, trembling uncontrollably, her face pale, barely breathing.
Luckily, the next moment.
Fang Mo stepped forward slightly.
Instantly, the bone-chilling cold disappeared, and Summon breathed a sigh of relief, touched by the broad back before her.
"Alright, my little pet can't hold on much longer."
At this moment, Fang Mo slowly drew his sword: "I'll give you three minutes, face the divine with courage, Kasijas."
"That's enough!"
Kasijas roared and charged.
Before his voice finished, his body turned into a blur, the soft sand exploded, and a blood-red light shot towards Fang Mo.
Facing this sword strike that seemed to tear the air apart, Fang Mo remained calm.
He didn't even lift the Manyullyn Cleaver; he merely reached forward with one hand, as if receiving a gift from a friend, and effortlessly grasped the opponent's blade.
"What... is this!?"
Kasijas watched in disbelief at the scene before him.
"Is this your sword?"
Fang Mo smiled at him, then released his grip: "It's really too light to be taken seriously. What can such a sword possibly cut?"
"You..."
Kasijas recoiled in horror, looking as though he had seen a ghost. He glanced at his own blade, then back at Fang Mo, clearly struggling to believe what had just happened.
"This... can't be."
Kasijas instinctively asked, "Your body isn't normal. This can't possibly be flesh and blood; it's almost as if..."
"Like when you faced Cain?"
Fang Mo asked.
"Huh?"
Kasijas looked at Fang Mo in surprise, wondering how he knew about that.
Yes, as a battle maniac, Kasijas had indeed challenged the strongest apostle in the demon realm, the first apostle Cain, when he first arrived. The situation back then was eerily similar to now.
In their duel, no matter how Kasijas attacked, Cain was completely unharmed. In the end, Kasijas admitted defeat, feeling ashamed of his lesser skills. This incident had always been a sore spot for him.
Now, seeing that Fang Mo was also unscathed, Kasijas himself was close to breaking down.
"No, I mustn't waver..."
Fortunately, his swordsmanship's mental state was still solid. He shook his head vigorously and then drew another sword: "I haven't lost yet."
"That's more like it."
Fang Mo nodded with a smile: "There are still two minutes left. Come, prove yourself to me."
"Be careful."
Realizing Fang Mo's strength, Kasijas decided not to hold back anymore. He assumed a stance, his expression becoming unprecedentedly serious, and his whole aura changed.
"Begin your performance."
Fang Mo slowly raised the Manyullyn Cleaver.
"Nether Night Ghost Face Slash!"
With a beast-like roar, Kasijas's figure suddenly vanished, and in an instant, countless slashes surged towards Fang Mo like a tidal wave.
The power of this move was indeed impressive. As the slashes came, even the sand on the ground turned to dust, and all the sword lights converged, as if Kasijas was slashing with dual blades, creating a shocking impression.
"A serious strike."
Facing Kasijas's ultimate move, Fang Mo lifted the Manyullyn Cleaver and swung it forward.
The void ring on his hand flashed, and the Manyullyn Cleaver was instantly enveloped by a terrifying repulsion field, emitting a faint white glow.
In the next moment, their weapons collided.
Time seemed to freeze for an instant.
A cracking sound was heard, and the surrounding space appeared to fracture, showing visible cracks.
Kasijas's weapon shattered piece by piece, and he flew back, spraying blood. The outcome of this duel was clear.
Before Fang Mo could speak, the cracks suddenly expanded, and the surrounding space shattered like a mirror, collapsing into an irregular void, revealing a violent interdimensional vortex inside.
"Huh?"
Fang Mo raised an eyebrow: "Is this space weaker than the Douluo Continent? It breaks with a single strike... Is this some kind of joke?"
"No, something's wrong!"
Kasijas, more experienced, quickly realized what was happening and shouted: "Hilder! Don't interfere! This is my fight alone!"
"Hilder?"
Hearing this, Fang Mo understood. It seemed this malicious woman was indeed plotting against him, but he didn't expect her to use an interdimensional rift. This was rather naive.
Thinking of this, Fang Mo casually pulled out an Ender handle.
Without any unnecessary words, he threw the handle towards Kasijas in the distance and then was swallowed by the interdimensional rift.
Fang Mo could feel the space storm tearing at his body.
It was somewhat damaging, as he noticed his health bar flicker. However, whether it actually reduced his health was unclear due to his rapid regeneration.
Soon, his vision restored.
Fang Mo opened his eyes to find himself in a strange forest.
Looking around, he noticed many goblin-like creatures staring at him menacingly.
The air was filled with a strange atmosphere, likely the so-called interdimensional aura. After merging with various dimensions, Fang Mo could sense the differences between worlds, and this place was clearly different from Arad.
Some subtle rules seemed to have changed, suppressing living beings' powers. The summoned Jade Emperor was notably weaker, looking unwell.
However, as a dimensional demon god, Fang Mo was immune to this interdimensional aura.
If he wished, he could destroy this interdimensional space with just a finger.
"Goblin Kingdom?"
Fang Mo quickly recognized the instance. It seemed Hilder had sent him here.
Under normal circumstances, Fang Mo might explore a bit. After all, interdimensional dungeons were a nostalgic memory from the level 70 version, with various playstyles flourishing. But now, he had urgent matters to attend to and couldn't stay.
Thinking of this, Fang Mo activated Ender Teleport.
With a flash of white light, Fang Mo instantly left the interdimensional space.
But to his surprise, when his vision cleared, he found himself locked onto by countless gazes.
Looking up, Fang Mo was stunned.
Ahead of him was a large group of well-equipped adventurers, various high-tech devices, and what seemed to be knights, all staring at him, ready to fight.
Fang Mo even saw four swordsmen wielding different weapons, resembling the Four Sword Master who defeated Apostle Sirocco: Aganzo, Bwanga, Siran, and Vaughn. They, too, were watching him warily.
"…Huh?"