Jiang Yang could not help staring in surprise at the projections that appeared behind the New King of Diriya and Demon King Anber.
Both of these "Sacred Relics" were things he knew well. The tattered banner behind Demon King Anber, with its familiar aura-wasn't that the great black banner Beelzebub had once wielded?
He had seized it during the war that decided Earth's fate, bringing about the devils' crushing defeat.
Perhaps it was then, in a moment when Jiang Yang was not paying attention, that a torn piece of the banner had been ripped away and scattered between heaven and earth.
He might not have cared about such little things, but the Methos Kingdom, descended from devils, had spent centuries tirelessly searching for them.
In the Bronze Age of the potion sequence, these were all treasures that could increase one's strength.
And he was even more familiar with the "Sacred Relic" projection behind the New King of Diriya.
Wasn't that the tip of his Platinum Longsword, which had broken in battle?
He had never expected it to appear before him here, in this way.
The scabbard at Jiang Yang's waist could not help trembling faintly as well. It had once held the Platinum Longsword.
Although Filiya had taken the broken sword away, the scabbard remained, and it, too, possessed a spirit.
But Jiang Yang restrained its spirit.
"There's no hurry. Wait a little longer!"
The northern lands were still cold in March, but this did not affect anyone present in the slightest.
On the contrary, the scorching fighting spirit they radiated briefly baked away even the chill between heaven and earth.
Jiang Yang pondered this. Perhaps this, too, was part of the Flame Law. Human emotions could also rise into scorching flames!
The New King of Diriya raised his