"...Hmmm?"
Seeing the large crowd in front of him, Fang Mo hesitated for a moment.
He first looked around at the surrounding terrain and confirmed that this was indeed the desert area of North Myre, not Empyrean nor the Screaming Cave, or any other place.
"I didn't go to the wrong place."
Instinctively touching his head, Fang Mo was honestly puzzled by the current situation.
It had only been a few minutes since he returned from another dimension, so where did Hilder find so many people to hunt him down?
Even if Hilder started mobilizing forces immediately after leaving the Behemoth Beast, it had only been a few hours. It was impossible for her to gather so many people in such a short time, let alone the Four Sword Master of Arad.
Vaughn was a noble of the Empire, Siran guarded the Void Clan, Aganzo wandered aimlessly after losing his loved one, and Bwanga never left the training ground to hone his skills.
There was no way anyone could gather these four together in just a few hours.
"Could it be an issue of time flow?"
After thinking for a bit, Fang Mo had a rough guess.
Yes, he was quite sensitive to this issue after accidentally making Logan wait for him for eighteen years in the X-Men world. He just didn't expect there to be a time difference with dimensional rifts.
After all, when he was playing the game.
The storyline never mentioned a time difference.
"Everyone, be on guard!"
While Fang Mo was pondering these things, someone on the other side shouted, and immediately the crowd went into combat mode, looking at him like he was a formidable enemy.
"What... is going on?"
Summon, who was being held by Fang Mo, was also startled awake by the shout. She looked at Fang Mo with some confusion, "Are these all Hilder's ambush troops? What should we do now?"
"Don't worry, watch my Continental Shelf Shattering Fist."
Fang Mo said, slowly raising his fist, "This punch will determine victory or defeat, life or death..."
"Wait a moment."
Summon quickly grabbed him and urged, "I think we should talk first. They seem to be adventurers; maybe they've been deceived by Hilder. Didn't you say she's very good at lying?"
"I personally prefer fighting to talking."
Fang Mo shrugged indifferently, "But fine, let's play with them first. I want to see if these adventurers have any brains."
Saying this, Fang Mo slowly walked forward.
"!"
As he moved forward, the crowd on the other side seemed to get tense. However, some brave adventurers stepped forward, glaring at Fang Mo.
"Hello, everyone."
Fang Mo clapped his hands with a friendly expression.
"Are you the one trying to destroy the world?"
A berserker wielding a giant sword stepped forward, "I advise you to give up immediately, or we will have to destroy you."
Fang Mo turned his head to look at him.
This adventurer had a classic look: a jarhead, red wings, and iron shackles on his feet, holding a giant sword emitting blue light.
"Emmm..."
The appearance was so iconic that Fang Mo didn't know what to say. After a long pause, he held his forehead and said, "Although this sounds stupid, it's normal for a berserker."
"Stupid?"
The berserker was not pleased, his eyes under the jarhead faintly glowing red with bloodlust, "You dare look down on me?!"
"No, don't misunderstand."
Fang Mo smiled and spread his hands, "I mean, none of you here have any intelligence."
"What!?"
This caused an uproar, especially among the berserkers, who were already irritable due to the Kazan plague. With their Rage Buff reducing their intelligence, Fang Mo's taunt immediately triggered their killing intent.
"Wait."
Suddenly, someone called out.
The adventurers turned to see Bwanga, one of the Four Sword Master of Arad, speaking.
"Greetings, sir."
Compared to the adventurers, Bwanga's attitude was much better. He took a few steps forward and said, "I am Bwanga, leader of the Bantu tribe. May I know your name?"
"I am Fang Mo Feisto."
Fang Mo said directly, "Also known as the Pioneer of De-oiling, Emperor of Lust, the Oppressor of Prisons, the Sole Official Host of the Abstract Internet Revival Contest, and the Captain of the Hell Adventure Team."
"..."
Bwanga was dumbfounded.
In fact, not only him, but also Aganzo, Siran, and Vaughn were stunned.
"Ahem, let me ask."
Siran coughed twice and stepped forward, "Mr. Fang Mo, you look quite like us Void people. Haha, maybe we're fellow countrymen... So, could you speak in a way we can understand?"
"Oh, Siran."
Fang Mo glanced at Siran not far away.
He looked like a scruffy uncle, unshaven, wearing a gray robe with a delicate katana at his waist, resembling an ancient wanderer.
Though lazy-looking, he was quite agreeable.
Compared to him, Bwanga looked a bit silly.
Yes, due to his northern snow mountain origin, Bwanga was extraordinarily tall and muscular, with golden hair and a beard, holding an oversized blunt weapon.
Usually, swordsmen in Arad used one-handed clubs or mace-like weapons.
But Bwanga's blunt weapon was like a tribal totem pole, nearly two meters high and as thick as an adult's waist, ridiculously large, just like him, likely relying on sheer strength.
"You know me?"
As Fang Mo observed them, Siran looked at him in surprise, "I didn't mention my name earlier. Could it be that you are from the Void Clan?"
"I am an ancestor."
Fang Mo spread his hands and explained simply.
"What?"
Siran was momentarily taken aback but quickly moved past it and directly asked, "I would like to confirm something with you. Are you collecting apostles?"
"Yes," Fang Mo straightforwardly admitted with a nod.
"Why?" Siran inquired. "The power of the apostles is so evil. Are you really intending to destroy the Arad Continent?"
"May I say something?"
Hearing this, Summon beside Fang Mo couldn't help but interject, "I think you might be misunderstanding something. If he truly wanted to destroy the Arad Continent, he wouldn't need the apostles at all. Seriously, I advise you all to calm down."
"...What?"
This statement left not only the Four Sword Master but also the adventurers nearby stunned.
"Everyone, please do not be deceived by their lies."
At this moment, a woman's voice emerged from the crowd. Fang Mo looked up and saw a beautiful woman with purple hair holding a strange musical instrument. She spoke righteously, "This man is very cunning. No matter how he explains it, his actions clearly aim to seize the power of the apostles and then destroy everything. I have seen all of this in a prophecy!"
"It's the diviner Iris!"
Someone in the adventurer team immediately recognized her, "She is one of the top diviners on the continent, and her prophecies have never failed!"
"Everyone, please believe me, the apostles are definitely an extremely evil existence."
Iris continued, "I believe you have all seen the harm caused by apostles Lotus and Delezie. And this man here wants to control the power of all apostles. Imagine how terrifying that would be if he succeeded!"
"Y-Yes..."
At this moment, another voice chimed in.
It was a girl with red twin-tails, wearing a burlap robe of the GBL Church, who spoke with a worried expression, "The apostles are indeed evil. I saw with my own eyes how Lotus controlled the entire GBL Church, causing countless deaths and injuries among the believers..."
"Exactly."
Others echoed, "Delezie was the same. Its plague killed so many innocent lives, turning the once prosperous North Myre into a wasteland."
"You misunderstand."
Seeing this, Summon frowned, "Actually, all of this is part of Hilder's conspiracy. The apostles themselves did not intend to harm you..."
"Stop trying to deceive us! You wicked people!"
Before Summon could finish her words, Iris interrupted harshly, "No matter how you explain it, can you deny your involvement with the catastrophe in North Myre? And don't think I don't know... You are an accomplice and advisor to this evil entity, self-proclaimed as the Princess of Poisonous Schemes!"
"I..."
Summon's face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"Hahaha!!!!" Fang Mo laughed gleefully, "Seriously, when did that nickname spread around? Is my Princess of Poisonous Schemes finally becoming famous across the continent?"
"It's all your fault!"
Summon couldn't help but turn and yell at him, "You had to use some ultimate move to clear the field, and now I can't even explain myself."
"Forget it, then don't explain."
Fang Mo laughed and waved his hand, "Look at them. They clearly want to fight, and maybe they're even hoping I drop some loot..."
"Is there really no way to communicate?"
One of the Four Sword Master, Vaughn, raised his short sword with a slightly arrogant noble smile, "Very well, let's see your full strength if you can defeat the apostles."
"My full strength?"
Fang Mo laughed, "Do you think you are worthy?"
"You..."
Before the other party could finish speaking, a black light flashed, and Fang Mo had already teleported in front of Vaughn, placing a finger on his shoulder, "Hadō # 90. Kurohitsugi (黒棺, Black Coffin)."
At the instant the words were spoken.
A terrifying black cube rapidly took shape.
Before Vaughn could react, he was sealed within the Black Coffin. In the next second, the blade flashed, and when the cube shattered, Vaughn fell to the ground, covered in blood, with an expression of disbelief.
"I've always found you annoying."
Fang Mo looked at Vaughn lying at his feet and stepped on his head, "Backstab my old man Lou? Make my Bei Qi cry? Do you know how much I despise your wretched empire? Once I deal with Hilder, I'll come and kill your emperor..."
"Vaughn!"
The remaining three Sword Master hurriedly rushed forward.
But facing their attacks, Fang Mo didn't even bother to dodge. The giant sword, the katana, and the blunt weapon struck him simultaneously, yet Fang Mo remained unmoved, only the sound of metal clashing continuously.
"This...what?"
The three Sword Masters were visibly shocked.
Fang Mo, however, had no interest in their words. He kicked Vaughn's body away like garbage and then slashed at the three with his Manyullyn Cleaver.
The three Sword Master prepared to block simultaneously.
But Fang Mo's power was terrifying. Even in his normal state, it was beyond what mortals could withstand. A simple horizontal slash shattered their defensive stances, sending them flying backward, with the weaker Siran even spitting blood.
"Adventurers! Charge!"
At this moment, Iris shouted, "We cannot let him run rampant anymore!"
"Ahhh!!!"
It must be said, these adventurers were easily incited. With Iris's shout, a group of berserkers charged forward.
Other adventurers followed suit, and with so many people, Fang Mo couldn't identify their professions. Regardless, male ghost swordsmen, fighters, gunners, mages, priests, and other miscellaneous professions all charged at him simultaneously.
Among the team, due to the presence of summoners, mechanics, necromancers, and the like, Fang Mo saw a bunch of summons, including high-ranking spirits, spirit kings, a storm, self-destruct robots, and even the spider prince Nicholas.
"Well... not bad."
Seeing this horde charging at him, Fang Mo raised an eyebrow. Honestly, it reminded him of Uchiha Madara taking on the Shinobi Alliance, fighting a whole army alone.
"Damn, now I feel like dancing."
Fang Mo rubbed his chin, struggling to control his desire, "But speaking of dancing... I must say a line first."
"Ahem..."
To maintain his dignity, Fang Mo suppressed his urge to recite ridiculous lines. In the next second, his expression suddenly turned solemn, and his aura dramatically shifted.
"Do you all want to dance?"