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

The Holy Lord's ferocious figure slowly revealed itself.

"I knew it! The main characters always make their appearance last, don't you think? Mr. Kiritsugu Emiya!"

Zhou Lan said to the person beside her.

"When?!" Kiritsugu Emiya was startled.

Caster's Master was just on the sea a moment ago... when did he arrive beside him?

Chapter Nineteen: Look at you, in such a hurry again!

"Don't be nervous, I just need someone to watch the fun with me!"

Faced with Kiritsugu Emiya's sudden turn of the gun, Zhou Lan slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

"Move again and I will shoot!"

"Kiritsugu Emiya said coldly."

He doesn't trust anyone.

Zhou Lan shrugged helplessly and said, "See, you're in a hurry again!"

He made no move in my sight.

But the sniper rifle in Kiritsugu Emiya's hand suddenly began to twist.

He pulled the trigger immediately, but the gun twisted into a pretzel almost instantly, destroying all its internal parts.

It fell to the ground with a thud.

Emiya Kiritsugu silently gazed at the man dressed in foreign attire before him.

He has seen countless people and things in his life, and he wouldn't even blink an eye if he were to kill someone.

But when he faced Zhou Lan, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

If Zhou Lan's magic attack had been aimed at him instead of the sniper rifle, he would probably be the one lying on the ground right now.

Kiritsugu Emiya didn't think his bones were harder than that gun.

Zhou Lan smiled slightly, looking very amiable. "You see, I already said I just wanted someone to watch the show with. It's so boring to watch it alone, and besides, you're not my target tonight!"

His gaze went straight to the center of the battlefield, where the Holy Lord was now facing off against Gilgamesh.

"Who do you think will win?" he asked.

Emiya Kiritsugu had absolutely no interest in answering Zhou Lan's question.

He felt that the Master in front of him was completely unpredictable, even the Joker in Gotham City had his own purpose in doing things.

But this man is completely unfathomable.

It seems to depend entirely on my mood.

Clearly, they are all rivals, and they should do everything in their power to eliminate each other; that's the normal way to think.

Kiritsugu Emiya has always thought the same way.

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility.

He looked at Zhou Lan with a shocked expression.

Unless... this guy was so confident from the beginning that he didn't take any Masters or Servants seriously at all.

That's why it seems so childish yet so perfectly controlled.

Like a wolf charging into a flock of sheep, everything in the sheepfold is his target.

Which end to eat for lunch is simply a matter of personal preference.

That's why he can easily put his arm around the other sheep's shoulders and chat happily.

Because the two are fundamentally different.

This thought was like a seed, firmly planted in Kiritsugu Emiya's heart, impossible to erase.

The voice of Maimi, the assistant, came through the earphone.

"Kiritsugu, what's wrong?" she asked anxiously.

“It’s nothing…” he said.

Meanwhile, Zhou Lan remained quietly floating beside him, her gaze fixed on the audience below with interest.

It's as if he really just wanted someone to watch the show with.

Emiya Kiritsugu's gaze darkened.

He also had a gun in his arms, in the pocket of his trench coat.

This is his backup weapon for emergencies.

Having carried out numerous missions, he is highly experienced and always has a backup plan in place.

And in front of you.

This is probably the moment.

Zhou Lan's gaze showed no intention of looking in their direction.

As long as I move quietly, he will never notice.

He was good at taking things slowly, and besides, no one except Maimi knew that he had a habit of hiding a miniature pistol.

Even his wife, Irisviel, didn't know, let alone this man who suddenly appeared before him.

He was too careless.

Even a wolf will make a mistake if it completely ignores the lamb.

Emiya Kiritsugu was just an ordinary person.

But he killed quite a few magicians.

Known as the "Magician Killer," he almost never misses a crucial moment.

His coat was unbuttoned, a habit that gave him a slight advantage.

His gaze remained fixed on Zhou Lan, his hand slowly reaching into his coat.

He moved so slowly that there wasn't even a sound of his clothes rubbing together.

Zhou Lan was still looking at the audience; he was too careless.

He reached his hand inside the coat and slowly groped for the inside pocket.

He was so close, just a hair's breadth away! With his near-agent-level reaction speed and skill, at this distance, if he drew his gun and fired, the opponent wouldn't even have half a second to react.

That's enough! Kiritsugu Emiya's hand moved instantly, reaching for the inside pocket of his coat.

Zhou Lan still did not make a move.

Great! He grabbed the miniature... pistol from his pocket. For a moment, Kiritsugu Emiya was stunned.

He reached into his pocket and felt around; there was indeed something there, but it wasn't shaped like a pistol.

His heart was pounding, and a wave of despair washed over him.

Slowly and silently, he took out the "thing" from the inside pocket of his coat.

A crumpled "iron ball".

At least until Zhou Lan appeared, it was a miniature pistol.

When did this happen... It was right against his chest, why didn't he even notice it?! A bitter smile suddenly appeared on his weathered face.

Only then did Zhou Lan turn her head to look at Emiya Kiritsugu.

His calm and composed smile had remained unchanged from the moment before, even now, as he faced the embarrassed Emiya Kiritsugu.

"See, I told you so!"

Zhou Lan said with a hint of reproach in his voice, "You just won't believe me..." He shook his head helplessly, "I really can't do anything with you. If you're still not convinced, you can take a look at the dagger you're hiding in your calf!"

Kiritsugu Emiya was taken aback again.

He looked dazed for a moment, then shook his head as if resigned to his fate and said, "No need!"

This man is far, far more powerful than him.

Whether it's ability or mentality.

He has already lost miserably.

My inner thoughts have probably already been seen through by the other party.

If that dagger could still be called a "dagger," it would probably have been crushed to pieces long ago.

He said dejectedly, "Maimi, put away your gun!"

Ignoring the questioning voice coming from the other end of the earpiece, Kiritsugu Emiya finally turned his gaze seriously to Caster's Master.

Following Zhou Lan's gaze, he looked down.

The battle between Archer and Caster? Although he was wary of the man before him, based on the information he had, it was hard for him to say that he favored Caster.

As a magician, instead of building a favorable "base" in advance, she confronts archers who excel at acting alone.

This is practically using one's own disadvantages to directly confront the opponent's advantages.

Even the most powerful servants will suffer losses.

If it were him, he would never do that.

but.

Then again.

Given Zhou Lan's nonchalant expression as Caster's Master, could it be that Caster's strength in this Holy Grail War has become so formidable that she no longer needs any support? At this moment, Zhou Lan slowly spoke, "A little reminder: as the Master who provides Caster with magical energy, my magical energy..." He smiled slightly, "is practically limitless!"

Chapter Twenty: The Locks of Heaven!

Zhou Lan's voice resonated in Kiritsugu Emiya's heart.

His eyes suddenly widened.

Carefully consider the meaning of Zhou Lan's words.

When a Servant is summoned to the mortal world, every action, even in battle, requires magical support from their Master.

If we consider this as a duel game, the magical power provided by the Master is the Servants' mana pool.

What does unlimited magic power mean? Kiritsugu Emiya certainly understands! His gaze slowly descends, landing on the ferocious body of the Holy Lord in the center of the battlefield.

In other words, this Caster, who looks like a dragon with a human body, is almost a monster that can be enlarged infinitely.

Emiya Kiritsugu felt a sharp pain in his head.

He gently touched his forehead.

He no longer understood this game at all.

the other side.

On the battlefield constructed from shipping containers.

Gilgamesh's voice was icy: "Bastard, although your actions disgust me, I grant you permission to state your name!"

He stood on the streetlight, arms crossed, with an arrogant expression.

Generally speaking, Servants will keep each other's names secret during battles.

Otherwise, knowing their former title would make it very easy to expose their abilities.

But for Gilgamesh, it seemed that the fact that the other party could even state their name was already an affirmation from him, something to be proud of.

Lancer leaned against the container with his arms crossed. Since his Master Kenneth hadn't given any orders, he would just watch the show from the sidelines.

Kenneth, who was secretly observing everything from the high gantry, was also somewhat bewildered.

With almost all the Servants present, he didn't want Lancer to be the first target of concentrated fire.

On the other side, Saber, clutching her wrist, stood in front of Irisviel.