Isekai Adventure in the Dimensional Cube-Chapter 1567 - 1088: Crazier Than Anyone_2

Therefore, he has always been highly valued by the Abyss Kings and has been responsible for planning the attacks related to the Source for endless ages.

Including the plan against "that empire" and the last Master of the Holy Sword Moslo eleven thousand years ago, all of which were devised by him.

Thus, he knows very well that his strongest weapon is not strength, but a calm mind.

In such a situation, he immediately made a decision.

"Call for aid."

"Let the powerful one who can handle that guy help me deal with him."

"This is also for the Abyss."

After making the decision, he slowly stood up, revealing a colossal size that could overshadow the sky.

The next second, this massive and terrifying presence transformed into a jet-black flame and flew towards the horizon.

...

"Boom!"

The jet-black flame exploded mid-air, causing the massive terrifying presence to reappear amidst the ubiquitous Abyssal Aura.

At this moment, he found himself in a shattered continent.

This continent is not on the ground but suspended in the air, as if broken by some astonishing force, scattered and forming a fragmented floating land.

"Bikamo!"

He opened his mouth, letting out an angry shout, which once again formed sound waves expanding throughout the fragmented continent.

"Boom!"

Not long after, another towering figure appeared among the fragmented continent.

"It’s you, Panisa."

The towering figure emitted a thunderous sound.

"You actually have time to find me? Is it on a King’s order? Or are you up to some mischief again?"

The heavy, thunder-like voice spread, but it didn’t change the color of the massive terrifying presence.

"I need your strength, Bikamo."

The terrifying presence spoke in a deep voice.

"Speak!"

The towering figure replied impatiently.

"The Master of the Holy Sword Marfa has appeared on that land we’ve occupied." The terrifying presence stated bluntly: "I need your help to deal with him."

"Oh?" The towering figure immediately let out a surprised sound, whether in mockery or astonishment, it said: "You actually came to seek aid from me? How unusual!"

"There’s no other way." The terrifying presence said in a deep voice: "My power is not enough to deal with him, the Kings have no way to descend to the Source again, even if they could, they wouldn’t easily descend to the Source again."

At this point, the tone of the terrifying presence had a slight change.

In the battle eleven thousand years ago, although the Abyss ultimately won, the cost of victory was that a great King fell completely on that land.

Since then, the Kings of the Abyss became cautious and refused to easily descend to the Source again.

Since the Abyss began contact with the Source in the immeasurably ancient past, it has attacked the Source repeatedly, invading it until now, and this was the first time a King-level presence perished.

From that time on, the Lords and Kings of the Abyss grew to hate the Saviors, whom they originally found an eyesore, even more, but simultaneously they also came to dread them, acquiring a new understanding of their threat.

For this reason, upon learning that a new Savior had arrived, the Abyss immediately reacted, deciding within a few days to put that person to death.

The one who would carry out this decision is the one who has made the most arrangements in the Source and can intervene there to the greatest extent — Panisa.

Thinking of the Kings’ direction, Panisa’s attitude also became tougher.

"The Kings cannot descend to the Source, and an ordinary Lord is not his match."

"To deal with him, eliminate him before he leaves that Black Land, and the person I think most likely to accomplish this is you, Bikamo."

"After all, you, besides the Kings, are powerful enough to rank in the top five in the entire Abyss."

Upon hearing Panisa’s words, Bikamo couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

That laughter undisguised its mocking tone.

"Haven’t you always advocated that wisdom is stronger than strength? How come now you’re craving strength?"

Upon hearing this, Panisa spoke expressionlessly.

"Strength can be craved, but wisdom cannot be sought no matter what."

"I just have one question for you."

"Are you willing to make a move?"

"Hmph!" Bikamo snorted coldly and said, "If I say I’m unwilling, you cunning fellow will surely get the Kings to intervene and order me directly, won’t you?"

"This decision was made collectively by all the Abyssal Overlords." Panisa continued, expressionless: "The new Savior must be killed, you agreed to this decision too, didn’t you?"

Bikamo snorted again but did not refute further.

"What do you plan to do?" Bikamo asked indifferently: "Even though I’m not a King, my power far surpasses that of a typical Overlord. Even if there’s a gateway, it’s not so easy to descend onto that land."

"Not so easy doesn’t mean it’s impossible." A fierce light flickered in Panisa’s eyes, "I’ve already ordered those Abyssal followers I’ve developed from the source to perform a collective sacrifice."

"With the power gained from this blood sacrifice, it should be possible to further stabilize the gateway."

"By then, not only you, but I will personally lead the army on the expedition."

"Plus, with the Abyssal creatures on that land, I refuse to believe we can’t handle a lone Savior."

As for the girls around Reiger, Panisa had already disregarded them.

Mere human women, ants without even a single Overlord (Saint); they don’t even have the qualification to attract Panisa’s attention.

Panisa only had Reiger in mind and only wanted to kill Reiger.

"You’re going too?"

Bikamo seemed somewhat surprised.

"Of course." Panisa said coldly: "That person’s strength is likely second only to the Kings, and even if he’s not as good as you, the difference isn’t much, not to mention he holds a Holy Sword."

"To completely kill him, I must descend personally."

"At that time, if things don’t go well, I will start summoning the Eldritch Horror."

Hearing this, Bikamo’s eyes widened, and he shouted.

"You’re actually planning to summon that thing?"

"Are you insane?"

"That’s a terrifying being that can bring everyone to death together, even the Kings don’t dare approach it!"

At this moment, Bikamo’s voice was filled with panic.

"Of course, I don’t want to disturb such a thing either." Panisa took a deep breath and said, "But when truly necessary, I won’t hesitate."

Bikamo immediately fell silent.

"Get ready." Panisa turned around and said, "Once I’m prepared, you will immediately descend with me."

Leaving these words, Panisa transformed again into a pitch-black demonic fire, flying towards the horizon.

Only Bikamo was left, and after a long silence, he finally swore.

"Is this the person known as the most cool-headed in the entire Abyss?"

"I think you’re more insane than anyone!"

"Damn it!"

After cursing for a bit, Bikamo’s eyes turned fierce.

"Savior, huh?"

"Master of the Holy Sword, eh?"

"I, Bikamo, want to see what you’re capable of."

With that said, Bikamo also turned around, striding towards the other end of the shattered continent.

It’s been a long time since he needed to fight with all his strength, and he had to make preparations.

Specifically, he needed to have a good feast.

His strength, high or low, completely depended on the feast to come.

Ranked in the top five under the Kings in the entire Abyss?

This evaluation isn’t very accurate, one could even say it’s extremely one-sided.

Because, being fifth is in the top five, but so is being first.

As long as he could hunt quality food, Bikamo’s strength could be the latter.

This was the real reason why Panisa did not seek others but specifically sought Bikamo, whose relationship with him wasn’t very good.