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

With just one hand, Zhou Lan supported Lope.

At the same time, he relentlessly mobilized his own power of attraction and repulsion, forcibly suppressing Jackie Chan and the other two so they could not get up.

He fought against four opponents and held his own in no way.

"The armor is like the hard exoskeleton of an army ant, Jackie Chan, you all need to understand that!"

Lope called out to those behind him.

Not long after he finished speaking, three buzzing sounds suddenly came from behind him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the three magical armors shining brightly. Despite being restrained and crushed by gravity, they were completely unharmed and still shone brilliantly.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly! Demons and monsters, leave quickly..." The magical armor on his body trembled, and his father's hand emerged from the soil.

"Tru, help me withstand the pressure from the demons!" Jackie Chan shouted, slowly emerging from the soil.

Chapter 214 Your magic is insignificant.

Lope poured his heart and soul into crafting different armors for the three of them, drawing upon the wisdom of a Saint Seiya warrior.

The old man was the smallest of the group, and his armor amplified his magical power.

Tru was the largest and strongest, and his magical armor was also the most robust.

After receiving Jackie Chan's words, his armor suddenly vibrated, and the light gradually increased, seemingly relieving Jackie Chan and his father of much of the pressure.

Jackie Chan is the most well-rounded, a trait also reflected in his magical armor.

At the same time, the armor he wore was also the most special.

With Tru carrying him, he actually managed to rise from the ground, his speed suddenly becoming incredibly fast, as he rushed towards Zhou Lan in the sky.

In an instant, a look of disgust flashed across Zhou Lan's face.

Memories flashed through his mind: when he had just escaped from hell and was on the moon, Jackie Chan's charge that almost extinguished his hope.

If the Holy Lord hadn't stopped that collision back then, perhaps he wouldn't be where he is today.

With a cold snort, an invisible slash descended, sending Jackie Chan's flying body flying diagonally.

The repulsive cut has no pre-arrangement and is extremely fast.

Zhou Lan's eyes narrowed as she looked at Jackie Chan, who was flying backward.

A faint mark remained on the magical armor, a trace left by the force of the repulsion earlier.

He wasn't cut open, but rather obstructed and deviated from his position.

"Damn it, damn it, let's do it again!" Jackie Chan's voice came from beneath his feet.

The magical armor he wore granted him incredible speed, strength, and defense.

At the same time, Dad finally recovered.

A beam of magical energy shot out from underground, heading straight for Zhou Lan.

It is no exaggeration to say that the final rampage of righteousness has created a few outliers, or rather, powerful subordinates.

Lope's strength is undeniable, and the three of them, clad in magical armor, are equally overpowered.

But Zhou Lan didn't want to leave just like that.

The look of disgust he showed when he looked at Jackie Chan just now was not simply a matter of recalling bad memories.

As expected, Jackie Chan unleashed his fury once again.

"I possess the power of a bull!" he whispered, and a flash of light appeared on his magical armor.

Despite the renewed gravitational pull from Zhou Lan, and with Tru supporting him and sharing some of the burden, he actually managed to stand up again.

And finally, the true nature of the magical armor he was wearing was revealed.

These are the Holy Lord's talismans! One talisman after another was engraved and inlaid on the armor, becoming the core of this armor.

The incredible speed he just displayed came from this.

"And Dragon Blast!" Jackie Chan suddenly reached out his hand towards Zhou Lan in the sky.

On the palm covered by the armor, a dragon talisman slowly lit up, spreading along the patterns engraved on the armor to the rest of the body.

It seems to be supplying power to the armor and other runes on its body.

A dazzling beam of flame erupted, hurtling towards Zhou Lan's body.

Zhou Lan's eyes were somewhat cold and sharp. With a casual slap, she dispersed the explosive power of the dragon talisman, turning it into sparks that filled the air.

The sight before him filled him with inexplicable anger.

Using the power of the Holy Lord, they forged armor to fight against themselves.

This is how magic was used in the era Lope lived in.

Even what he relied on was a scroll that contained magical power.

The ability to gain strength through deception was a characteristic of the era in which Lope lived.

But Zhou Lan was very unhappy about it.

That was his brother, the power of the Holy Lord.

After being sealed away, it was used against itself.

Although it wasn't used by the Holy Lord himself, and therefore its power wasn't particularly strong, it still had a rather unpleasant feeling of going against the natural order.

Jackie Chan quickly reactivated the rabbit talisman engraved on the soles of his armor, and his figure vanished in an instant.

At the same time, the old man's qi magic, amplified by the armor, attacked Zhou Lan from both a distance and a close range.

Lopez, on the other hand, had been controlling most of Zhou Lan's power from beginning to end.

He had the advantage in both numbers and luck, so he was naturally happy to see it happen.

"Give up, demon! This era has abandoned you, just as a lion that has decided to flee can never return to its former territory!"

Lope held on tightly, attempting to break through Zhou Lan's will.

But his words had absolutely no offensive power to Zhou Lan.

"You've already excluded my territory, haven't you, that moon!"

Zhou Lan scoffed, "To hide yourself like a turtle, you'd even exclude the moon!"

While casually swatting Jackie Chan away, Zhou Lan reached out her assistant to suppress her father's qi magic, all the while also dealing with the pressure on Lope.

Even so, he still managed to find the time to point mercilessly at Lope with his second hand, disdainfully saying, "To avoid me, you even cowered in fear, even going so far as to reverse the course of history..." "Saint Seiya? Ha!" Zhou Lan sneered, "If I were the God of War, I would probably be ashamed to have been sealed away by an opponent like you!"

"Just like a tortoise afraid of an eagle soaring in the sky, it can only hide in its shell, trembling with fear!"

Zhou Lan spoke casually, using the same rhetoric that Lope was most adept at.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a knife, piercing straight into Lope's heart.

Lopez's face instantly darkened.

His psychological offensive against Zhou Lan failed, and instead, she hit his sore spot.

He wanted to refute.

But he couldn't bring himself to speak. In a daze, he actually felt that what Zhou Lan said seemed to be right, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"But Lope!"

Zhou Lan didn't let him off the hook. "No matter how well a turtle hides, it can't escape the eyes of an eagle. No matter how thick its shell is, it can't withstand the eagle's sharp talons!"

“It’s like…” Zhou Lan suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, “like an eagle swooping down from the sky, grabbing a tortoise, flying high in the air, and smashing it against the rocks!”

The moment the words fell was also the moment Jackie Chan launched another surprise attack.

Zhou Lan suddenly shuddered, and the demonic energy of the moon poured out.

He forcefully pushed Lope back for a moment, then used gravity to hold Jackie Chan down.

The two hands intertwined into a seal, and an unnamed force of attraction suddenly rushed towards Jackie Chan.

Demonic energy enveloped Jackie Chan's armor, and following the trajectory, twelve talismans disintegrated from the armor in a series.

Like rivers flowing into the sea, the talismans fell back into Zhou Lan's hands, floating uncertainly in his palm.

"The demon has stolen the talisman!" Jackie Chan shouted in shock.

Lopez's expression changed instantly. He had personally engraved the talisman into the armor to enhance the power of Jackie Chan's armor.

With the aid of righteous magic, how could the Moon Demon so easily take away the twelve talismans?

Zhou Lan simply withdrew her hand silently, putting the Holy Lord's "sacred relic" into her wide sleeve.

He looked down at Lope.

"Saint Seiya, your magical skills are indeed outstanding..." "But in my era, there was a history far longer than your lifespan before you could decipher the first word in the Encyclopedia of Magic!"

"What do you mean?" Lope was confused. He never doubted his magic, especially now that it had been enhanced by the Book of Time.

Righteous magic is the nemesis of demons, but Zhou Lan just overcame the obstruction of righteous magic and forcibly took away the talisman.

“How did you do that, you demon?” Lopez questioned.

Zhou Lan simply stared at him quietly, seemingly finding Lope's doubts laughable.

He spoke slowly in a low voice.

"When you first opened the Encyclopedia of Magic, Lope, did you ever wonder who wrote that book that once enlightened you?"

Chapter 215 "Teaching"

Lope's face was filled with confusion.

It was clear to the naked eye that he didn't even have time to continue using the scroll's power to fight against Zhou Lan.

He was pondering deeper questions.

It is obvious that even in his time, he was indeed a genius among geniuses; otherwise, it would have been impossible for a human to take on the great task of sealing away demons.

Although he was not at the height of his power at that time.

His confusion stemmed from the fact that magic, wasn't it something that had existed since ancient times? When he once considered embarking on this path, magic encyclopedias and various ancient texts were right there.

A simple glance is all it takes to fully grasp the concepts.

This was a talent he was once very proud of in his youth.

But at this moment, Zhou Lan's words, once spoken, completely stunned him.

Instinctively, he unfurled a scroll, trying to pull Jackie Chan out of the dust.

"The Scroll of Universal Gravitation!"

he shouted.

A buoyant force supported Jackie Chan's body, carrying him upwards.

"Even without the talisman, the magical armor can still function. A hunter may lose his rifle, but he still has his knife!"

He spoke to Jackie Chan, seemingly to comfort him.

But the next second, Zhou Lan snorted coldly and raised her hand to press down Jackie Chan, who was wearing armor, once again.

The scroll of universal gravitation trembled under his oppressive aura.

“Young man, are you trying to control gravity in front of me?” Zhou Lan whispered to Lope, whose face was covered with wrinkles and vicissitudes.

Lope's magic is nothing more than the fake scroll hand, and in reality, it is no different from other magic.

This is also a flaw that humanity has had since ancient times.

Sensing Zhou Lan's obstruction, Lope held the scroll up tightly, trying to prevent Jackie Chan from sinking.

But that invisible force grew stronger and stronger, until the scroll of universal gravitation trembled incessantly.

Soon, tears appeared on the scroll.

Finally, with a soft "poof," the scroll of universal gravitation shattered into pieces, falling to the ground in fragments.

“You cannot overstep my authority, Lope!”