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

At one point, he suddenly felt that the bright moon was so lovely.

And it's delicious.

However, seeing that the Holy Lord didn't seem to have any intention of continuing the game, he turned around and floated down without touching the ground.

The Holy Lord, whose height was over three meters, followed behind him. He stopped and said hoarsely, "Shadow Legion!"

From the shadows on the ground, several shadowy soldiers materialized and flew away into the thick darkness of the night.

"We've been discovered! When?" Kirei Kotomine looked into Hassan's eyes, a look of surprise flashing across his mind.

His follower Hassan is known as the Hundred Faces, not just one; the one killed by Gilgamesh at the beginning was just one of them used to deceive others.

In Hassan's eyes, several dark shadows flashed one after another, followed by countless shurikens that rapidly expanded in his vision.

He turned around stiffly.

In an instant, dozens of shadowy warriors had surrounded him.

"Who exactly is the person on the other side?" There was no answer.

A sharp killing intent quietly emerged in the night.

From this moment on, the bizarre Holy Grail War began.

"...Kirei, are you saying that these two strange beings ambushed us?" Tokiomi Tohsaka paused, carefully examining the portrait that Kirei Kotomine handed him.

This is how Kirei Kotomine sees the other person through the eyes of his servant Hassan.

A strange green-skinned monster with a dragon's head and a human body; even in a portrait, one can sense a terrifying sense of oppression.

Tokiomi Tohsaka was somewhat apprehensive.

To prevent what happened last night from happening again, he specifically changed his base of operations.

Fortunately, he had already sent his wife and daughter back to the countryside; otherwise, the losses last night would probably have been far more severe than he had imagined.

He held the portrait and paced along the wall, while Kirei Kotomine remained silent, walking in the opposite direction in deep thought.

"That's right, Caster in this Holy Grail War, besides the fire pillar magic last night, seems to also have the ability to release familiars!"

Kirei Kotomine analyzed, "Similar to Hassan's ability, a certain type of ninja, weaker individually than Hassan, but more numerous!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka raised his head, his expression serious.

He racked his brains to find a person in his mind who could connect these two abilities.

After a long pause, he shook his head.

No.

Such a person has never been heard of in history; his abilities and appearance are so strange that they are unheard of.

The footsteps continued unabated, and Kirei Kotomine's expression grew even more somber. He hesitated, then said, "Perhaps you should take a look at the other one..." "The other one?" "That's right. If nothing unexpected happens, that should be Caster's Master!"

Kirei Kotomine's expression gave Tokiomi Tohsaka a very ominous feeling.

Kirei Kotomine, who once served as an agent of the Holy Church, dealt with many heresies and can be described as knowledgeable and experienced.

Even he frowned when facing this Master.

Tokiomi Tohsaka placed the second page of the portrait before him.

For an instant.

He froze for a moment.

"Is this...human? Or...?" He couldn't tell.

In the portrait, a creature whose appearance is indescribable is silently suspended in the air in a floating posture.

He was dressed in exotic clothing, which looked like some kind of Taoist robe, noble and elegant, with long, purplish-black hair hanging against gravity.

Kirei Kotomine's drawing skills are profound, but precisely because of this, Tokiomi Tohsaka felt a sense of dread he had never experienced before with just one glance.

That wasn't a human face.

The portrait reveals a quality that is not something a human being would possess.

Through the paper holding the portrait, Tokiomi Tohsaka felt as if he were looking directly into Tokiomi's eyes.

This suggests that the monster in the portrait, resembling some kind of demon, had long ago discovered the eyes that were secretly watching.

But he didn't seem to care at all; his calm and composed demeanor showed no sign of urgency.

It's like digging up a tomb of history, bringing back to life some unspeakable ancient demon, carrying with it the ancient and vicissitudes of history.

A powerful sense of pressure and crisis arose, and the already cautious Tokiomi Tohsaka immediately stopped in his tracks.

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

What kind of opponent is this? Is this really human? The Holy Grail War, which was originally a sure thing, suddenly became confusing and hazy.

"I can't see through it at all!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka rubbed his forehead, a sudden wave of confusion washing over him.

This matter has now completely exceeded his expectations.

He steadied himself by holding onto the table, then hesitated before saying, "Tell Kotomine Risei that the priest, as the referee, has the right to know the identity of each participant!"

He was so panicked that he didn't know which way to go.

He must learn about the unknown opponent in this way, otherwise he will find it difficult to get through each of the following nights.

"Yes!"

Kirei Kotomine's figure disappeared into the darkness at the end of the corridor.

Golden light gathered into a human form, and Gilgamesh took the two portraits, examining them with a solemn expression.

After a long while, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

"It seems this boring fight has finally found an opponent who can bring me enough pleasure!"

“King of Kings, this opponent is probably very troublesome…” Tokiomi Tohsaka leaned down, eager to hear some reassuring words from Gilgamesh, his powerful Servant.

“Tokiomi…” Gilgamesh put down the portrait in his hand, picked up a bottle of red wine, “Are you questioning me?” “I wouldn’t dare!”

"Tohsaka Tokiomi said in a panic."

Gilgamesh held up his glass of red wine, sipping it lightly, his face proud, exuding the confidence of the oldest hero-king.

As always, he is the protagonist of the world's oldest known heroic epic, the first hero king, and as a servant, his strength is beyond question.

"This worthless bastard, dug out of who-knows-where, dares to rival the sun's brilliance!"

"Next time we meet, I'll take action myself!"

Chapter Seventeen You Should Feel Honored

The Holy Church? Kotomine Risei? Zhou Lan silently pondered these two words.

Now, as Caster's Master, he has made it clear that he will participate in this Fourth Holy Grail War.

Therefore, it is quite reasonable for the nominal referee, Kotomine Risuke, to extend an invitation to him for a meeting.

However, this news took on a slightly different meaning for Zhou Lan.

Hassan should have seen through everything last night, and Tokiomi Tohsaka is colluding with Risei Kotomine.

This way.

Zhou Lan raised an eyebrow slightly; it seemed that Tokiomi Tohsaka was afraid.

"Do you want to use this method to probe my information?" "Holy Lord!"

Zhou Lan called out softly.

"I'm here!"

The Holy Lord's robust body slowly materialized; this was the Servant's ability to transform into spirit particles, allowing him to conceal his form from the mortal world.

Through a detailed conversation, Zhou Lan gained a general understanding of the Holy Lord's current abilities.

As a Caster-class descendant, His main abilities of the Twelve Spells were weakened, which was unavoidable.

On the other hand, much of His knowledge and abilities as a former demon wizard have returned.

Zhou Lan had inquired about the information regarding His Noble Phantasm, and it was indeed somewhat different from what Zhou Lan had imagined.

In the Holy Grail War, the Caster class of magicians excels at building fortifications to gain an advantage, and the Holy Lord, who was summoned, clearly has abilities that have shifted in this direction as well.

"Looks like I need to make a slight change to my image!"

Zhou Lan said in a low voice.

This is the most basic ability of a demon: to temporarily transform itself into the appearance of a human.

In the Holy Lord's eyes, Zhou Lan's ethereal body was enveloped in a layer of purplish-black demonic energy, gradually transforming into a normal human height.

The demonic energy dissipated, and a man who looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old appeared in the spot.

He was still wearing an elegant Taoist robe, his face was thin, and his eyes shone with divine light.

With a long face and short beard, he exudes a somewhat otherworldly and ethereal air.

The Holy Lord looked at his brother with great interest.

Even in human form, his demeanor remained unchanged, only the oppressive aura of his innate demonic form was suppressed, making him appear quite mysterious now.

"How is it?" Zhou Lan raised the corners of her mouth and flicked her wide robe sleeves.

The Holy Lord chuckled, "My brother, you know I've always been satisfied with you. A demon in human skin, I love that feeling!"

"very good!"

Zhou Lan walked towards the church with her hands behind her back.

The towering church spire came into view, and Zhou Lan's gaze inadvertently swept around.

Although the Church is outwardly absolutely impartial and refuses surveillance by other Masters.

But there will always be disobedient Masters who will turn their attention here.

Kiritsugu Emiya was one of them.

As one of the participants in the Fourth Holy Grail War, nicknamed the Magician Killer, he is also a strong contender in this war.

After all, as a Master, he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, and at the same time, he summoned King Arthur, one of the three strongest classes, the Saber.

With a thought, Zhou Lan gracefully departed for the pilgrimage church.

This is his first official appearance, so there's no need for him to be too arrogant.

Upon entering the main gate, a man nearing fifty stood in the dimly lit hall.

He was short, wearing a robe, and squinting at the newcomer.

"Please sit down!"

Kotomine Risuke politely extended his hand and said, "You must be Caster's Master!"

"That's right!"

Kotomine Ryou is carefully examining the foreigner in front of her. Judging from his clothes, it is almost certain that he is a Chinese.

Unexpectedly, this Holy Grail War has attracted a magician from a neighboring country, but judging from his calm demeanor, he seems to have something to rely on.

With a sigh, Kotomine Risa seemed to be advising, "The Holy Grail War is not a competition held in the open. Last night... Caster's actions may have harmed innocent people. I hope you can control it. After all, this is an internal matter for magicians, and I don't want innocent people to be harmed!"

Generally speaking, Masters and Servants stand on the same side. Although the old fox Kotomine Risei was saying Caster's name, he was undoubtedly referring to Zhou Lan.

However, Zhou Lan did not answer his question directly, but only asked with slight doubt, "I heard that earlier today, the Assassin's Master came to the Church of Christ seeking refuge. Has he been eliminated?" Kotomine Risuke was stunned, not understanding why the other party suddenly brought this up, but simply nodded and said, "That's right!"

He vaguely sensed a sense of oppression.

Although Zhou Lan's human form was far less threatening than her true demon form, her height of over 1.8 meters and her composed demeanor still made Kotomine Ryomasa feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Then why did I run into Hassan again last night? Wasn't it already dead? Or is it that, as the righteous judge of the Holy Church, your eyes are playing tricks on you?" Zhou Lan asked as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

Kotomine Ryougi stood there stunned. He gritted his teeth slightly. "You must have seen wrong. After all, Hassan really died at Archer's hands. That can't be faked..." Before he could finish speaking, he saw Zhou Lan slightly extend her hand.

For an instant.

In the shadows of the ceiling, a black humanoid shadow twisted and struggled, forcibly pulled out of the darkness.