Before everyone's eyes, four black shadows descended from the sky and landed in the center of the arena stage.
At the center stood a short-haired girl in a polka-dot dress with a black bow. Flanking her were a stern-faced man in a military uniform and a voluptuous blonde beauty in revealing clothes. They basked smugly in the fearful gazes around them, looking every bit like true Demon Lords.
Boom!!
And there was also a doll-like figure as tall as a Gundam, seemingly made of white clay.
"Are you the Demon Lord, kid?"
Fang Zheng stood with his hands in his pockets, grinning at the polka-dot girl in the center. She stared back at him expressionlessly.
"I'm not here for you."
"But I'm here for all of you."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng extended a hand. The empty air behind him began to ripple, golden waves emerging one after another. Within them, thousands upon thousands of divine weapons slowly appeared.
What... was that?
Not only did the three Demon Lords widen their eyes in shock, but even Sandora, the leader of "Salamandra," who had been blown into the spectator stands, was dumbfounded. Black Rabbit and Lestia were no different. They had been ready to step forward and face the invading Demon Lords, but what unfolded before them was completely beyond their expectations. The others, who had been so frightened by the Demon Lords' arrival that they had planned to flee, were equally stunned. They stood there blankly, staring at the unbelievable miracle before them.
Every weapon emerging behind Fang Zheng was a divine artifact.
The Demon Sword of Nibelungen, Indra's Scepter, Durandal, Great God's Declaration, Sun Sword, Spiral Sword, Trident of the Sea King—nearly every weapon with a place in myth and legend emerged from those ripples. And the divine power