Put the Weapons to Use!

But nothing was absolute.

There were always some powerful beings who "awakened" from their seals while retaining immense strength.

Relying on that strength, they could leave the ruins and continue surviving in the vast world outside.

For days, or over ten days, months, or even a year.

Such powerhouses were one in tens of millions, as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Even across the long years and countless ruins, only a few had ever appeared.

One of the Eight Heavenly Kings serving a powerful Demon King had once left a ruin and, within his limited lifespan, attempted to launch a counterattack against humanity.

He planned to establish the demon race's grand dominion.

Don't ask why there used to be Eight Heavenly Kings but only Four Heavenly Kings now. The answer was that the demon race had gotten increasingly pathetic and disgraced their predecessors.

Of course, that one of the Eight Heavenly Kings only managed it for three days.

In another ruin, the companions from the Hero's Adventuring Party of his era emerged as well and ended that Heavenly King's life ahead of schedule.

Powerhouses capable of leaving ruins without dying were known as "Kings of Miracles."

Even the demon race used the same title, as a sign of respect for their strength.

In short, two words described them—very strong!

"You truly are a King of Miracles!" Asashi said reverently.

"This isn't a miracle. It's strength." Tang Luo radiated the aura of a "powerhouse."

Asashi was instantly moved. Those were the words of a true powerhouse!

The other Four Heavenly Kings, naturally, were not so easily fooled.

They frowned at this fellow who had suddenly appeared to claim a share, their faces filled with suspicion and distrust.

"Enough. Lord Akmon, did you summon us here just to say this?"