Chapter 708

But nothing is absolute.

There are always some strong ones who "awaken" from seals and still retain extremely strong power.

They can rely on their own great strength to leave the ruins and enter the vast outside world to continue surviving.

A few days, or ten-odd days, a few months, even a year.

Such strong ones are one in ten million, as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Even over long ages and many ruins, only a few such ones have appeared.

One of the Eight Heavenly Kings of a once powerful demon king once left the ruins, planning to counterattack humanity in his limited life.

To establish demonic hegemony.

Don't ask why he was once one of the Eight Heavenly Kings but now only four remain; the answer is that demons are getting weaker and weaker, embarrassing their predecessors.

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

In another ruin, a companion from the contemporary heroes' adventuring party also came out, ending that one of the Eight Heavenly Kings' life early.

Such strong ones who can leave the ruins without dying are called "Kings of Miracles".

Even demons have the same title, as a sign of respect for their strength.

In short, two words describe it—very strong!

"You are indeed a King of Miracles!" Asasix rose solemnly in respect.

"This is not a miracle, it is strength." Tang Luo emitted an aura called "the strong".

Asasix was instantly moved; this was truly the words of a strong one!

The other four Heavenly Kings naturally would not be so easily fooled.

They frowned, looking at this guy who suddenly jumped out wanting a share, full of suspicion and distrust.

"Alright, Lord Akmon, you summoned us here just to say these things?" an elder demon said.

The thin demon elder, white-haired, with a pair of short horns on his head, looked very old and crafty.

His appearance matched his role; he was the "wise one" among demons.

"This is the first matter; there are many things to change, teacher, it's up to you to speak." Ao Yulie did not overstep, looking toward Tang Luo and said.

This mission, what is our goal?

To let the master have fun.

To be honest, I've always been searching for old acquaintances, finding Sun Wukong turned to stone, Yang Jian with amnesia, and the half-destroyed Nezha.

Everyone's mood is rather heavy, especially the master; when the sky falls, it's up to the tall one to hold it up.

So, relaxing a bit on this mission is not excessive.

"Hmm." Tang Luo nodded, "The first matter, take off all those soldiers' helmets, from today implement a no-helmet, no-hood system. In relevant areas, if you see anyone wearing a helmet or hood that obscures the face, without a word, seize them!"

"Why?" Asasix asked.

As an Assassin Heavenly King, he likes wearing a hood to cover his face.

"Because it's too stupid; someone sneaks in, knocks out a guard at random, puts on his armor, and can freely move between upper and lower levels." Tang Luo said.

"No." An elder said, "Guards have passwords; to pass through some key places, one must match the password."

"People can be swapped, still afraid of not getting the password? From now on 'no helmet', and require every soldier to remember other soldiers' faces." Tang Luo said, "If a few hundred people can't even remember faces, go home and farm."

"Hmm, seems somewhat reasonable." An elder nodded.

"Cough, very reasonable." First Heavenly King Quis affirmed Tang Luo's suggestion, but when she said this, her expression was a bit strange, staring fixedly at Ao Yulie.

Everyone followed her gaze and also looked at Ao Yulie.

The scene fell silent, the atmosphere began to grow awkward.

Helmet, impersonation...

You bastard, you won't be someone else impersonating Akmon, will you!

I was just saying why Akmon suddenly stopped being listless, stopped being negative?

"You doubt me?" Ao Yulie displeasedly took off his helmet, revealing the face belonging to Akmon, that of a negative middle-aged uncle.

"Let me test you."

Then he stretched out his hand, took off his right glove, slit his palm open, blood flowed out.

Originally it was through magic testing that confirmed Akmon as the next demon king.

"It's not that we don't believe you..." the wise elder said these words, but his hand movements were not slow, he performed magic.

The flowing blood emitted light, indeed it was the next demon king Akmon.

To be precise, indeed it was Akmon's blood.

"Now do you believe?" Ao Yulie put the glove back, then put the helmet back.

The blood was of course Akmon's; everyone had prepared beforehand, but cutting the palm to bleed is a different system of illusion, successfully deceiving these demons.

"It seems you have opinions about me, also doubts." Tang Luo looked at Quis.

"No, just happened to think of it." Quis smiled, she is a human among demons, the kind with horns on her head.

"No." Tang Luo shook his head, "Such a doubting spirit is worthy of affirmation, come on."

He stood up.

"What?" Quis was stunned for a moment.

"Demonic strength commands respect." Tang Luo said, "So I decided to beat you all up to establish my position as the strongest of the four Heavenly Kings and future authority to speak."

Quis was speechless with laughter: "You're serious."

"Come all at once." Tang Luo laughed.

A few minutes later.

The four Heavenly Kings lay on the ground, only their fingers could move.

Six demon elders smiled, their smiles stiff.

Ao Yulie, playing the demon king, continued expressing his dissatisfaction: "You think I was convinced by Teacher Anubis like that?"

The demon elders' smiles completely collapsed—so you were beaten into becoming a 'prodigal son returned'?!

If we had known, we wouldn't have been so gentle with you from the start; we should have changed to three small beatings a day, one big beating every three days.

Maybe you're already a qualified demon king now.

"Um." The elder demon shifted the topic: "Lord Akmon, where is your wife's sister?"

"I let her go. If we meet again, from now on we will be enemies, unless she is willing to submit to us demons." Ao Yulie looked down his nose at people, face full of arrogance.

Several elders showed relieved expressions.

Their gaze toward Tang Luo was full of gratitude—if only you had appeared earlier.

At the same time, they also found the correct method to cultivate the next demon king, though it's unknown if they still have that time.

"So, I am now the strongest among the Four Heavenly Kings, the invincible Fifth Heavenly King. Do you have any objections? If you do, stand up." Tang Luo asked.

Asaxi wanted to cry but had no tears—why was he also beaten?

Clearly, he had no objections from the very beginning.

"Very good."

Seeing no one stand up, Tang Luo nodded, sat back down, "Then it's settled. We continue with the next agenda item. What treasures are there in the demon treasury?"

Facing Tang Luo's question, the demon elders, who believe strength is supreme, cooperated fully, listing the powerful weapons the demon race had treasured for years in the treasury.

"Good, open the treasury and take out all these weapons—give one to each person from the elder council to the Four Heavenly Kings, plus the demon king's new guard, Montest." Tang Luo said, "Put the weapons in the treasury, gathering dust?"

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"Of course, it's impossible to just give weapons to anyone randomly. For now, just these ten or so; the remaining weapons I want you to put out, not hidden in some secret treasury."

"Put them where everyone can see them just by looking up."

"I want every person, at every moment, to be able to see these weapons, to ensure they won't be stolen."

How to preserve important items?

One, put them in some secret treasury; two, put them under everyone's gaze.

Tang Luo's choice was two.

But some elders chose one: "Lord Anubis, the treasury is very safe—only the keys passed down through generations can open it."

"The keys?" Tang Luo looked at that elder.

"We elders take turns guarding them. For these thirty days..." That elder looked a bit confused—whose hands were the keys in this month?

"Here with me." The demon sage Klef said.

"On you?"

"No." Klef smiled confidently, "I let the powerful three-headed demon beast guard the key, strapped around its middle neck, and on it I placed a tracking magic—once the key leaves the three-headed dog, I will know immediately."

"So, if someone now steals the key and comes to the treasury, compared to the time it takes you to discover the key is stolen and then go to the treasury, which is shorter?" Tang Luo posed the question.

Klef's forehead began to sweat.

"If you open the treasury, get the weapons, can you still defeat those adventurers?" Tang Luo continued asking.

The sweat on Klef's forehead increased: "I'll go get the key now, open the treasury, and distribute the weapons."

"Not enough." Tang Luo said, "After doing this, you must return the key to the three-headed dog, and at the same time announce to all demons: such powerful weapons—we still have dozens in our treasury. When the number of strong demons increases, wielding them to dominate the continent is just a matter of time."

"Then renovate the treasury a bit, add all kinds of death traps inside—once entered, the gate seals shut, impossible to open. Understand?"

Klef wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Other demons also had sweat on their foreheads.

Is this why the ancient demons were so powerful?

Compared to them, we really are too inexperienced!

Next, Tang Luo proposed various improvement plans for the territory's defenses.

After saying everything he could think of, Tang Luo took a sip of water: "Do you have anything else to add?"

The Third Heavenly King, Ira, cautiously raised her hand, like a well-behaved elementary student.

After all, she faced a powerful and evil demon race.

His evilness was as deep as his strength—unfathomable.

"Speak."

"We have already discovered the hero's trail, and through investigation obtained some related information." Ira said.

"Oh, looks like you're still doing things." Tang Luo nodded.

Ira smiled and cast an illusion spell.

Before everyone's eyes appeared a youth around twenty, wearing armor, handsome beyond compare.

With a faint smile, sunlight, very infectious.

Behind him were two more people.

One was a petite, magically adorned beautiful woman.

The other was a tall, fully armored middle-aged man, with a steady and solemn face, very reliable, and would never fail to hold the line at critical moments.

The hero and his current team members.