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

One of the Hundred-Faced Hassans, at this moment, is imprisoned in demonic energy by Zhou Lan, bound in the air, and has lost all his abilities and strength.

"This, this..." Kotomine Risuke was stunned for a moment.

This is a slap in the face to the Holy Church.

Zhou Lan remained calm, her ten fingers slightly clenched, and Hassan's body began to twist and break, with the terrifying sound of bones cracking ringing out continuously.

In the blink of an eye, a mass of flesh and blood fell onto the center of the church.

Zhou Lan then slightly turned her head and looked at Yan Feng Lizheng with a half-smile.

He gently wiped his hands, though his bony, pale palms were free of any impurities.

Standing in front of Zhou Lan, Yan Fengli was stunned for a moment, not daring to move or speak.

In just one day, their conspiracy was exposed by the Master before them.

What's even more terrifying is, what kind of magic does he possess? Telekinesis? Or some other special technique? From beginning to end, Zhou Lan only reached out and pinched him, without any effort at all.

If it weren't for the Command Seals on the back of the other person's hand indicating their Master status, he would have thought Zhou Lan was a Servant! No matter how you look at it, this person seems more like a Caster! In the dark and silent church, the sound of Zhou Lan pacing back and forth could be heard.

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Actually, you should feel honored, Kotomine Risei. I personally came here to attend this meeting, disregarding the uncleanliness of the ground!"

"What...what are you saying?" Yan Fengli's voice trembled as he suddenly sensed a hint of terror.

From the moment this man appeared, the whole incident had already veered off course.

Is he a demon?

Chapter Eighteen Joining in the Fun

"Don't be afraid, Father!"

Zhou Lan smiled at Yan Fengli.

At your age, how come you still can't hide anything on your face?

Is he really that scary? It's just a simple show of force; he has no intention of killing Kotomine Risei here today.

This old man has his own destiny.

Of course, another reason is that he has something more important to do tonight.

The Holy Lord is already urging him.

If you miss the time and can't make it to the party, then there won't be any fun to watch, right? With her hands placed in front of her and tucked into her wide sleeves, Zhou Lan slowly backed away.

Before the shocked Kotomine Risei could react, the man who had filled him with fear had already disappeared.

In the empty church, a faint smell of blood lingered, and Kotomine Rin was breathing heavily, unable to control his breathing.

Footsteps came from behind him.

"Don't provoke him unless absolutely necessary, Kirei!"

Yan Fengli looked behind him with lingering fear.

"I understand!"

...Zhou Lan silently estimated the current time.

The remaining six Masters and Servants have already gathered in Fuyuki City.

From the moment it started, a faint aura began to emanate from not far from Fuyuki City, drawing his gaze.

This is an aura unique to Servants.

Someone is deliberately trying to lure other followers.

After a brief recollection, the other party should be a Master named Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald from the Clock Tower in England.

The Lancer he summoned was a hero named Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the legendary chief warrior of the Knights of the Ages.

Tonight will be a grand event.

In the original story, all Servants except Caster will appear.

Of course, Caster will be present this time.

Because the Holy Lord is already itching to act.

"My brother, we have six days left in this seven-day war, excluding last night!"

"The Holy Lord said hoarsely."

Zhou Lan seemed to understand what He wanted to say.

"Six days, one a day, how wonderful that sounds!" He laughed loudly.

Zhou Lan nodded slightly.

As long as the Holy Lord is having fun, he won't say anything even if there are six a day.

"My brother, now that you've made all the arrangements, of course I support you!"

Zhou Lan said calmly.

"Then let's begin!"

The Holy Lord laughed wildly.

Fuyuki City, near the dock.

The place is filled with shipping containers, like a battlefield that has been pre-defined.

The handsome servant Lancer turned to look at the guy following behind him.

Master Kenneth instructed him to use his aura to attract other Servants, and sure enough, someone took the bait.

At this very moment, countless eyes are fixed on this place.

But Lancer didn't care; adhering to chivalry, fighting was the only thing he needed to do.

He looked at the beautiful woman behind him, dressed in a silver armor dress, with long, light golden hair and a resolute gaze.

Saber, that's the other person's class.

Further away stood a silver-haired woman.

"Looks like everyone's already arrived!"

Zhou Lan's current location is very tricky.

As far as he knew, all the Masters were present at this moment, some openly and some secretly.

"Looks like everyone grabbed the good spots early!"

Zhou Lan murmured softly.

"Luckily, I bought a boat ticket!"

Gravity carried his body, and he drifted silently towards the sea.

He floated calmly on the sea, the dark water rising and falling with gravity, churning beneath his feet.

Needless to say, the Holy Lord who has become a spirit possesses the power of the Chicken Talisman.

On the battlefield, Saber has already clashed with Lancer.

He looked around. His Master Kenneth was hiding in the shadows, observing the situation, while Saber's Master Kiritsugu Emiya and his assistant were secretly setting up their guns.

Kiritsugu Emiya is planning to find an opportunity to have Kenneth shot.

As for the silver-haired woman standing behind Saber, Irisviel is Kiritsugu Emiya's wife, a tool pushed to the forefront to draw attention.

Looking up again, the dark figure crouching not far away was Hassan.

Zhou Lan's gaze was undisguised, or rather, he made no attempt to hide it.

Hassan noticed that gaze.

Although she was wearing a mask, Zhou Lan guessed that the expression underneath must be quite interesting.

Sure enough, Hassan suddenly began to move slowly in sight, gradually disappearing behind the building.

Feeling uneasy under Zhou Lan's gaze, he decisively chose to quietly change his position.

A faint sense of being watched washed over Zhou Lan, who turned her gaze to the distance.

"Kiritsugu, he's found us!"

Assistant Mai quickly reported.

Even through a sniper scope at such a distance, how could it have alerted the enemy? There are no familiars here, and no magical fluctuations have been detected.

On the other side, Kiritsugu Emiya moved the muzzle of his gun and looked at Zhou Lan, who was quietly floating on the sea.

At the same time, Zhou Lan turned her gaze and met his eyes through the sniper scope.

"It's Caster's Master!"

Kiritsugu Emiya confirmed that news of the previous sneak attack on Tokiomi Tohsaka had already spread.

He couldn't detect any emotion on Zhou Lan's calm face.

"Should we fire?" Maimi asked.

They were supposed to be targeting Lancer's Master Kenneth, but a new target has emerged, and one that is so arrogant.

For some reason, Kiritsugu Emiya felt his palms were icy cold.

His finger trembled slightly on the trigger; the other party seemed unconcerned and appeared to have something to rely on.

A powerful magician? But who can withstand a sniper rifle bullet? Kiritsugu Emiya is known as the magician killer.

After a moment of contemplation, he chose to play it safe.

"Continue the search for Lancer's Master!"

he ordered.

In the battlefield.

The two Servants have already learned each other's identities.

Saber, King Arthur of Great Britain, actually suffered a defeat in this battle.

She misjudged Lancer's Noble Phantasm, or rather, was misled by Lancer, which caused her to be injured.

The situation in the battle seems to have changed slightly.

On the streetlights, golden rays converged to form human figures.

Gilgamesh looked down at his two opponents who upheld the code of chivalry.

On the ground, a black figure emerged like a demon.

Berserker, piloted by Kariya Matou, has appeared.

A thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and Iskandar, the Conqueror, arrived with his Master Waver to mediate the fight.

At that moment, all the Servants gathered together.

On the dark sea, Zhou Lan smiled and asked to her side, "Have you made your choice?" The Holy Lord's robust figure slowly emerged, his scarlet eyes falling on the golden figure on the street lamp.

"I've chosen!"

He grinned and revealed a smile.

Zhou Lan patted her forehead, seemingly somewhat helpless.

As expected of the Holy Lord, he immediately chose the strongest Servant as his opponent.

On the streetlight, Gilgamesh was arrogantly looking down at the so-called bastards he referred to.

next second.

A very familiar, blazing flame swept in.

He fell from the streetlight, avoiding the explosion of the dragon.

At that moment, he was absolutely furious.

Time and again! Such provocations against his dignity as king! In the center of the battlefield, accompanied by the roar of explosions, the smoke gradually dissipated.