Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

He sensed that Zhou Lan had changed.

This elder among the eight demons seemed to remind me of millions of years ago, when they ruled the world.

If there is an opportunity that does not belong to Him, letting Zhou Lan succeed might not be a bad choice.

As for myself now, it's nothing more than another failure.

Throughout His long dragon life, He has experienced so much that He can now face the current situation with equanimity.

The world is a vicious cycle, like an ouroboros, from which one can never escape.

In the dark underground palace, apart from His statue, which had been sealed again, there was not a single sound or movement.

Silent, without a sound.

It was as if it were eternally silent.

Except that it doesn't extinguish wisdom, this place is almost identical to hell.

but.

Inexplicable.

in the next moment.

Suddenly, the Holy Lord felt a faint attraction coming from him.

The statue remained calm, yet this attraction directly affected its soul.

With his mind made up, he prepared to resist this inexplicable force immediately.

But the next second, a faint, familiar aura emanated from that attraction.

It was cold and gloomy.

The Holy Lord was extremely familiar with this aura! In the underground palace, He murmured silently.

"My brother..."

Chapter Fifteen: The Strongest Servant

The white light shone brightly to its peak, then vanished in the next instant.

An immense pressure swept over them.

Zhou Lan smiled as she looked at the servant she had just summoned.

His green body was bulging with muscles, and his eyes were scarlet, faintly revealing evil. He had a dragon's head but was close to a human body.

At that moment, a flame swept over him, as if he were being baptized in a new world.

Zhou Lan's eyes met his, and they exchanged a knowing, wicked smile.

“My brother…” the Holy Lord murmured in a hoarse voice, his gaze sweeping over his reconstructed, robust body.

Zhou Lan successfully summoned his Servant.

The Fire Demon, the Holy Lord, descends upon the world as a Caster-class mage! When Servants arrive, all useful knowledge of this world will naturally be acquired by them.

The Holy Lord understood the current situation in an instant.

His gaze swept lightly over the Command Seal on one of Zhou Lan's hands, which was filled with magic and had established a powerful connection with him.

"Tell me, brother, how did you do that?" He stretched his body slightly, revealing a terrifying explosive power hidden beneath his physique.

His soul was drawn to the statues in the underground palace, where he was reborn with a new body.

Although the summoned Servant's original potential was limited, the current Saint Lord is still among the top tier of Servants.

The twelve talismans, the shadow legion, and even the magical wisdom of the demon wizard—all the powers he had once lost and forgotten—have returned at this moment.

Zhou Lan recounted the story in detail.

"My brother, Holy Lord, I still remember your heroic figure at the end. The eight demons were of one mind. Although I have gained my freedom, I will not forget you."

This is my promise, as an elder, the Demon of the Moon!

"Hahaha, that's wonderful!" the Holy Lord laughed heartily.

"Now, let's seize the Holy Grail and take the first step in our demonic quest!"

Zhou Lan said confidently.

"No, my brother!"

The Holy Lord spoke slowly, taking a step forward and admiring his perfect physical body.

"I haven't had this experience in a long time. It reminds me of my past self. Just consider it a request, let me have some fun!"

After arriving, the Servant will know the full meaning of the Holy Grail War and understand that there will be six other Servants summoned from different eras to compete with them.

They are heroes or celebrities from different eras, clashing and fighting each other for the Holy Grail.

Clearly, the Holy Lord had taken an interest and was in the mood to play.

Zhou Lan rested her slightly smaller hands on her chest, her eyes narrowed, exuding an air of composure and elegance.

He said softly, "Of course!"

Two low, sinister laughs echoed from the small, dark room.

In this unknown place, the strongest Master has already drawn the strongest card.

Meanwhile, at the Tohsaka family mansion.

"The last Master has appeared, and the magus Caster has arrived. All seven participants are now present!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka was deeply worried upon receiving the news.

It was late at night. He swirled the wine in his glass and watched the golden light flash by outside the French windows.

Tonight was a setup he orchestrated to deceive his opponents.

Just now, his Archer follower shot and killed Assassin Hassan, who had invaded the mansion.

Of course, this was just a scheme he orchestrated in cooperation with his disciple, Kirei Kotomine.

This Holy Grail War was a sham from the very beginning.

The so-called Holy Church, responsible for overseeing impartiality, had already agreed with Father Kotomine Risei, the judge, that the Holy Grail would only have one owner this time.

Kotomine Risei's son, who was also the newly joined master Kotomine Kirei, was also chosen by the Holy Grail and acted out a drama with his Servant Hassan.

When they team up in pairs, middle-aged people always enjoy playing games of intrigue and backstabbing.

In the darkness of the living room, golden light slowly gathered, and a golden-haired, armored servant with an arrogant expression slowly appeared.

He possesses an air of noble self-importance, and also has a handsome appearance that matches his temperament.

The King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, gently rebuked Tokiomi Tohsaka, "You really bother me with such a trivial matter, Tokiomi!"

"I am deeply humbled, King of Kings!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka slowly bowed, utterly respectful.

A hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

As one of the three strongest archer classes, the Gilgamesh he summons is extremely powerful.

As the king of Uruk in Mesopotamian mythology, he is known as the oldest hero-king.

Tokiomi Tohsaka was overjoyed because he had not only united with the Holy Church, which acted as the referee, but also drawn the strongest Servant.

The ultimate victor of this Holy Grail War was already determined the moment he summoned Gilgamesh.

He has this confidence.

But next second.

Gilgamesh's expression suddenly changed! He grabbed Tokiomi Tohsaka, ignoring the latter's surprise, and slipped away from the living room.

In an instant, a powerful pillar of fire swept in from afar, turning half of the mansion into a sea of ​​crimson flames.

The raging flames, like the tentacles of a demon spreading from hell, climbed over the ruins and broken walls.

In the distance, the Holy Lord stood on a high slope, a wisp of smoke quietly burning out from the outstretched dragon claw.

Dragon Blast, that is his power.

"Is he dead?" Zhou Lan asked with a smile.

"It doesn't matter!"

The Holy Lord shrugged.

It was just a sudden, impromptu attack, and also a chance for the Holy Lord to get used to his current body.

Zhou Lan and he reached an agreement.

There was no official content; it was simply about ensuring that the Holy Grail was obtained while allowing the Holy Lord to have his fun.

As for tonight's provocation, it's just the devil's usual behavior.

On the open ground next to the mansion, Tokiomi Tohsaka stood with disheveled hair and the surprise still lingering on his face.

He looked terrified, his previous composure and demeanor completely gone, and his heart was pounding.

It was so close! If Gilgamesh hadn't reacted in time, he would have been dead on the spot! "How could this be? We've had familiars monitoring the area around the mansion for a long time. The enemy..." "There!" Gilgamesh's face was gloomy and cold as he pointed to a place further away, a place that the familiars couldn't monitor.

“How could this be…” Tokiomi Tohsaka shook his head in disbelief. “And the other party is too audacious. Is it a provocation or…” “Inferior insect, how dare you disturb me!”

Gilgamesh lowered his brows, looking extremely displeased.

Just as he was about to chase after him, Tokiomi Tohsaka stopped him.

"Without intelligence, we cannot act rashly!"

He has always been a cautious person.

Seeing the Command Seals faintly glowing on the back of his hand, Gilgamesh knew that if he pressed on, Tokiomi would definitely use Command Seals to force him to stop.

"Tch—" he said angrily.

His gaze fell on the source of the danger. "Bastards, don't let me catch you..." Before he could finish speaking...

Another blazing pillar of fire descended from the sky.

Same direction, same approach.

The blazing flames expanded rapidly in sight.

Chapter Sixteen: Tokiomi Tohsaka is somewhat nervous.

Zhou Lan certainly knew whose mansion he had attacked.

Tokiomi Tohsaka, a middle-aged man who likes to make mistakes.

This man is not worth worrying about, but the other party's follower is quite interesting.

Gilgamesh, nicknamed "Golden Flash," is, in his mind, the most powerful Servant in this Holy Grail War, and is incredibly aloof and arrogant.

He glanced at the Holy Lord beside him, who was enjoying himself.

Since Servants have their limits set upon arrival, it's really hard to say whether the current Caster-class Saint Lord or Gilgamesh is stronger.

However, Zhou Lan still bet on the Holy Lord.

After all, with the existence of the twelve talismans, the Holy Lord is a hexagonal warrior.

But with the mindset that "if it's fun, might as well watch," Zhou Lan was still quite keen to stand aside and watch them fight.

Therefore, his first choice was the Tohsaka family.

It didn't matter to him who won or lost, as long as the Holy Lord enjoyed the fight.

After all, the Holy Lord's power is limited as a Servant.

but.

As the Master, he didn't have that.

The Moon Demon, Cursed Blue, descended upon this world in his complete form and in all his glory.

Zhou Lan looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.