"……Um?"

Seeing the large number of people in front of him, Fang Mo hesitated a little.

He first looked up at the surrounding terrain and found that this was indeed the desert area of ​​Nosmar, not the heaven, the Wailing Cave, or some other place.

"I didn't go to the wrong place."

He subconsciously touched his head. To be honest, Fang Mo didn't quite understand the situation in front of him.

He had only been back from another dimension for a few minutes at most. Where did Held call so many people to attack him?

Even if the other party started to mobilize manpower immediately after leaving the Sky Curtain Beast, it would only take less than a few hours. Held would not be able to gather so many people even if he sells his ass.

The Four Swordsmen of Arad are not so easy to hire.

Baan is an imperial noble, Xilan is in charge of Xu Zu, Aganzuo is wandering around because he lost his beloved, and Buwanga never leaves the training ground in order to hone his skills.

In just a few hours, it is impossible for me, the King of Heaven, to bring these four people together.

"Is it a matter of time flow?"

After thinking for a while, Fang Mo also had a rough guess.

Yes, because when he was in the X-Men world, he accidentally made Uncle Wolf wait for him for eighteen years. Fang Mo was quite sensitive to this, but he didn't expect that there was also a time difference in the rift between different dimensions.

After all, when I was playing games before.

There is no mention in the plot that there will be jet lag in this thing.

"All on alert!"

And just when Fang Mo was thinking about this, someone from the other side shouted something, and then the group of people immediately entered a fighting state, looking at him as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"What...is going on?"

Summoning the Jade Emperor, who was held in Fang Mo's hand, was awakened from his daze by such a shout. He looked up at Fang Mo in confusion: "Are these Held's ambush? What should we do now?"

?”

"It's okay, look at my continental shelf breaking fist."

As Fang Mo spoke, he slowly raised his fist and said, "This punch can determine the difference between high and low, and also determine life and death..."

"Just wait for me."

Summoning the Jade Emperor, he quickly grabbed him and persuaded him: "I think we should talk first. I think they are all adventurers. Maybe they were also deceived by Held. Didn't you say she is very good at lying?

"

"I personally prefer Tutu to talking."

Fang Mo shrugged nonchalantly: "But that's okay. Let's play with them for a while. I'll personally check whether these adventurers have any brains."

Speaking of which.

Fang Mo also slowly walked forward.

"!"

As he walked forward, a lot of people on the opposite side seemed to become nervous. Of course, the adventurers were very brave. Some of them took a step forward and glared at Fang Mo.

"Well, hello everyone."

Fang Mo clapped his hands with a kind expression on his face.

"Are you the one who wants to destroy the world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a berserker carrying a giant sword took a step forward and said: "I advise you to give up immediately, otherwise we will have to eliminate you."

Hearing this, Fang Mo turned his head and glanced at the other party.

This is an adventurer with a can-shaped head, red wings and iron shackles, and in his hand is an execution giant sword that emits blue light.

"emmm..."

Because this style was too classic, Fang Mo didn't know what to say for a while. After pondering for a long time, he could only hold his forehead and said: "Although this sounds like he has no IQ, but when it comes to the Berserker...

It’s also normal.”

"No IQ?"

The berserker here was not happy when he heard this, and his eyes hidden in the jar started to glow with a bloodthirsty red light: "How dare you look down on me?!"

"No, don't get me wrong."

Fang Mo smiled and spread his hands: "I mean everyone here... doesn't have an IQ."

"What!?"

This has aroused public outrage, especially the berserker group here. Originally, they were very irritable because of the Kazan Plague, and then they opened the berserk buff and deducted their intelligence. When they heard Fang Mo mocking him with murderous intent, they immediately

I can't control it anymore.

"etc."

However, at this moment, someone suddenly shouted.

The adventurers turned around and found that the person who spoke was Bwanga, one of the Four Sword Masters of Arad.

"Hello, Your Excellency."

Compared with the adventurer, Bwanga's attitude here is much better. At this moment, he slowly took two steps forward and said: "Let me introduce myself, I am Bwanga, the leader of the Bantu tribe. May I ask...how are you doing?

call?"

"Below Mephisto."

Fang Mo said directly: "Hitler was given the nickname Pioneer of Oil Removal, Emperor of Desire Huang in the Palace of Chunxiao, Great Persecutor of Prison, the only official host of the Abstract Internet Resurrection Contest, and... the captain of the Hell Music Team."

"..."

After Bwanga heard this, everyone was dumbfounded.

In fact, not only him, but also Aganzuo, Xilan and Baan next to him were stunned at the same time.

"Ahem, let me ask..."

In the end, Xi Lan coughed helplessly, walked up and said: "Mr. Fang Mo, right? You look really similar to us Xuzu people, haha, maybe we are still fellow villagers...

So can you say something we can understand?"

"Oh, Xilan."

Fang Mo glanced at Xi Lan not far away.

The other person looked like a slovenly uncle with an unkempt beard, wearing a gray cloth robe and an exquisite sword at his waist, giving him a bit of an ancient ronin feel.

Although lazy.

But it actually looks quite pleasing to the eye.

In comparison, Bwanga next to him seems a bit naive.

Yes, because Buwanga was born in the snowy mountains of the north, he is also extraordinarily tall, looking a bit like a strong man from another country. He has blond hair and golden beard, extremely muscular muscles, and he also carries a super-sized blunt weapon in his hand.

device.

In fact, the blunt weapons generally used by the swordsmen in Arad are one-handed sticks and the like, and some are shaped like maces.

But the blunt weapon Bwonga was carrying was as exaggerated as a totem pole for tribal worship. It was nearly two meters tall and as thick as an adult's waist. It was obviously as outrageous as the person he was. He was probably walking

The road to conquer ten societies with one force.

"...Do you know me?"

While Fang Mo was observing the two of them, Xi Lan also glanced at Fang Mo in surprise: "I didn't say my name just now, uh... are you really a Xuzu?"

"I am from my ancestors."

Fang Mo spread his hands and explained briefly.

"What?"

Xi Lan was stunned for a moment, but soon stopped worrying about this sentence and asked directly: "I have one thing I want to confirm with you. Your Excellency, are you... collecting apostles?"

"yes."

Fang Mo nodded and admitted directly.

"Why?" Xi Lan asked: "The power of the apostles is so evil. Your Excellency collected them...do you really want to destroy the continent of Arad?"

"Um, can I say a word?"

Hearing this, the Summoning Jade Emperor beside Fang Mo couldn't help but speak: "I think you may have misunderstood one thing. If he really wants to destroy the Arad continent, he doesn't need apostles at all. Really?

, I advise you to calm down."

"……What?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the four sword masters, but also the adventurers next to them were stunned.

"Everyone, please don't listen to their slander."

However, at this moment, a woman's voice came from the crowd again. Fang Mo looked up and found that this was a beautiful purple-haired woman with a strange musical instrument in her hand. At this moment, she spoke righteously.
To be continued...