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

But this is not the end.

Extending from both sides of the ancient palace, slaves holding staffs chanted in unison, their crimson ceremonial staffs striking the ground, their shouts accompanied by a powerful, warlike sound.

The Holy Lord sat high on his dragon carriage, his scarlet gaze sweeping over all his opponents through the curtains.

This is his past, his real past.

He once wielded immense power, capable of overturning mountains and seas, but now it has long since vanished into the dust of history.

But that glory cannot be faked.

For thousands of years! In every single moment of those millennia, he has longed for this moment.

The demons sealed in hell are obsessed with the past.

The glory of the past is countless, but now it's just a handful of sand in my hand.

The blood-red sky overhead reflected this "falsehood," but even in its falsehood, it possessed supreme power.

"Submit, or die!" At first, it was just a whisper, but as it was passed on, the voice gradually became more impassioned, like an imperial edict.

He stretched out his hand, with the majestic ambition of the First Emperor wielding his sword to cleave through the clouds.

Behind them, ferocious dragons roared across the sky, their wings blotting out the sun.

The dragon's attack enveloped almost everyone who had been pulled into the enchanted barrier.

Aside from Zhou Lan's direction, the Servants began to fight the dragon with their swords.

This guy, after unleashing his Noble Phantasm, started taking on multiple opponents at once.

Far ahead from the magnificent palace, on the path leading to the emperor's audience, Gilgamesh stood quietly.

He looked at the inherent barrier with an appreciative expression.

Like Zhou Lan, he clapped lightly, his tone filled with unwavering confidence.

"It seems you truly deserve my praise!"

He said.

The dragons breathed fire and swooped down on him.

Gilgamesh made no extra movements, simply extending his hand with his palm facing upwards.

"You do indeed deserve the respect I, the king, should show you!"

He raised the corners of his mouth, calm and composed.

A golden wave rippled across his palm.

In the blink of an eye, an incredibly complex golden key appeared in his hand.

"Stop him!" Zhou Lan suddenly commanded in a low voice.

On the imperial chariot, the evil emperor darted out like lightning, personally arriving at the battlefield.

Chapter Twenty-Two: A Fair One-to-Six Battle

The moment Zhou Lan finished speaking, the Holy Lord took action.

His speed is extremely fast.

Although he held the advantage at this moment and didn't understand why, the Holy Lord believed in his brother and the elder's words.

Zhou Lan simply watched quietly as the sword Ea was about to appear in Gilgamesh's hand.

This Noble Phantasm left a deep impression on him.

This is also why, after learning about the Holy Lord's Noble Phantasm, he felt that Gilgamesh was able to restrain the Holy Lord.

Ea is an Anti-World Noble Phantasm, almost specifically designed to counter Reality Marbles.

【Ea】Rank: EX Type: Anti-World Noble Phantasm (Genesis Class) This is a sword-shaped Noble Phantasm that symbolizes the beginning of the world and possesses the powerful ability to tear apart the laws of the world.

This is a special weapon designed to target the world or its laws.

It completely counters the Holy Lord's "Ancient Demon Glory" in terms of attributes.

However, this is not without a solution.

Gilgamesh needs to charge up his Ea to unleash his sword, and this process can be interrupted.

Just like this moment.

The Holy Lord had already landed in front of him like lightning, forcibly interrupting his idea of ​​using the Ea.

The Gates of Babylon exploded like raindrops, and the Lord's figure sped through the blasts.

Even now, he still holds a firm advantage.

The barrier artifact, Glory of the Ancient Demon, is not simply a matter of summoning a dragon legion's inherent barrier.

Its information appeared before Zhou Lan's eyes.

【Glory of the Ancient Demon】Rank: EX Type: Realistic Marble Range: Radius 3 km Maximum Targets: 0-9999 Mana Consumption: Extremely High Core Effect: "Glory Summon" Summons approximately one hundred Servant-level spirit dragons, retaining all their magical abilities and physical strength from their previous lives.

"Unique Marble Trait" Environmental Control: Manifests the magnificent appearance of an Asian palace from a thousand years ago, causing mental intimidation to the enemy and weakening their magic resistance.

Undying Legion: Consumes mana; dead, spirit-like dragons can be summoned again.

When the "King's Holy Body" is within a unique barrier, the Holy Lord possesses a one-time effect that specializes the basic twelve talisman abilities to the level of a Noble Phantasm.

With the help of the system, the Holy Lord's Noble Phantasm abilities were laid bare before Zhou Lan.

Without a doubt, the power of the ancient demonic glory does not lie solely in the immortal dragon legion within the bounded barrier.

The buff known as "King's Holy Body" is extremely terrifying.

Without unleashing his Noble Phantasm, the power of the twelve talismans possessed by Shendu is a weakened version.

However, once he activates his innate barrier, all his abilities will receive a one-time enhancement effect.

While it's still not at its peak, it's good enough.

Using this ability, the moment Zhou Lan gave the order, he enhanced the speed of the Rabbit Talisman, amplifying it to the level of a Noble Phantasm.

In almost half a second, he flashed from the dragon chariot to Gilgamesh's front.

There aren't many Noble Phantasms that can be countered by speed.

But coincidentally, the sword of discord is one of them.

Recalling the Fifth Holy Grail War, within Shirou Emiya's Reality Marble Unlimited Blade Works, he relied on his extremely fast projection speed and close-quarters combat to prevent the underestimating Gilgamesh from using Ea to destroy Unlimited Blade Works.

If you dare to build up your strength, then chop off your hand.

At this very moment, Gilgamesh was facing this very predicament.

The Holy Lord is moving too fast.

Even though the Rabbit Talisman, a Noble Phantasm, has a duration, as long as Shendu is still empowered by the Speed ​​Force, he has absolutely no chance to charge up his power.

They could only rely on the Gate of Babylon to barely keep up with the Holy Lord.

The Gate of Babylon rained down a dense barrage of Noble Phantasms, tearing apart the wings of countless dragons as they fell to the ground.

But in the blink of an eye, new dragons are born again, almost endlessly.

Each dragon's loss and rebirth requires magic.

Normally, the magical power required to regenerate a dragon is enormous, far beyond the capacity of ordinary magicians.

But the Holy Lord's master is Zhou Lan.

As one dragon after another fell and rose again, he briefly observed the loss of his own magic power.

well.

No feeling at all.

It's like someone scooping a cup of water from a vast ocean.

The mana consumption is so low that it is almost negligible.

If Masters could cheer for their Servants, Zhou Lan's slogan would be "Holy Master, fly freely, the Moon Demon will always be with you."

Don't worry about the magic; I have plenty more.

His gaze swept over the other Servants on the battlefield.

As a king, the Holy Lord is extremely domineering.

He targets as many people as the bounded field has captured at once.

Iskandar the Conqueror was shouting as he charged through the Realm of Power, driving his chariot.

He looked incredibly excited, while his Master Waver huddled inside the chariot with his head tucked in.

A dozen or so giant dragons followed closely behind them, spewing flames.

Lancer and Saber weren't in much better shape. The two, who had just been rivals, were now locked in a fierce battle, their backs intertwined, as they fought against the dragon sweeping across the sky.

A berserker shrouded in black energy rampaged through the palace like a wild beast, grabbing a pillar and slamming a giant dragon down from the sky.

Surprisingly, he was quite strong.

Hassan was probably the most unlucky one.

Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord, these two demonic brothers, seem to be of one mind, or perhaps the Holy Lord inherited Zhou Lan's fine traditions.

This has led to Hassan's current predicament being very bad.

He is not one of the skilled fighters who can directly engage other Servants; gathering information and concealing his presence are his comfort zone.

At this moment, he was being chased by two giant dragons.

Scorching flames rained down from his head, turning the ground into a sea of ​​fire.

Hassan, one of the Hundred Faces, struggles in a sea of ​​blazing fire.

A few seconds later, a handful of black charcoal lay alone on the ground.

Hassan is dead again.

On the chariot, Waver grumbled, "Idiot, why don't you use your Noble Phantasm against Caster!" He was somewhat frightened as he was chased around by the dragon.

The current situation is clearly that Caster is alone, no, a dragon fighting all six of them by himself, no, Hassan just died, so now there are five of them.

Anyway, the best course of action is to unite and take down Caster first.

"Idiot!" Iskandar slapped him hard on the head, his eyes gleaming. "This is a war between kings, so of course we must ensure fairness. As the King of Conquerors, how can I interfere!" He drove his chariot, his gaze fixed on the battlefield that had not stopped for a moment, seemingly very excited.

"Look, this is the king's war! If there is to be a fight, it should be me who fights the victor among them!" He laughed heartily, and the dragons flapped their wings and followed him, galloping through the enchanted barrier.

"Bastard!!!" Gilgamesh's roar echoed within the Reality Marble.

He looked rather disheveled.

The Holy Lord clung to him like a maggot to his bone.

He grasped the hilt of the Ea sword several times, only to be sent flying by the Holy Lord the next second.

This arrogant, ancient king inexplicably felt a sense of frustration.

Is Chapter Twenty-Three over? I doubt it.

The world is in turmoil.

The Holy Lord fought against six opponents single-handedly.

With a single shot, Lancer deflected the dragon's attack and received orders from his Master, Kenneth.

"Lancer, prioritize Caster!"

His gaze swept across the battlefield, heading towards the most intense part of the fighting.

The magnificent palace crumbled inch by inch, and Berserker had almost completely dismantled the palace.

He picked up a pillar and lunged at the Holy Lord.

“Bastards, this is the king’s war!” Gilgamesh seemed extremely displeased with their involvement.

However, Servants are beings who act solely on the orders of their Masters.