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

In the blink of an eye, a righteous three-on-one situation was formed.

At this moment, the Holy Lord undoubtedly became everyone's primary target.

He was far too arrogant.

The boost from the Noble Phantasm-level Rabbit Talisman is gradually fading.

Berserker's fighting style was even wilder than his, like that of a pure beast.

"That's fantastic, that's exactly how it should be!" The Holy Lord laughed wildly, completely unconcerned.

"Let me see just how far you can go." The amplification from the Noble Phantasm-level Rabbit Talisman finally disappeared.

But he simply and slowly bumped into Lancer, his whole body jolting.

An aura emanated from that ferocious body, and a dark shadow flashed above its head.

He stretched out one hand and grabbed the pillar that Berserker was crashing into head-on.

Berserker let out a roar like a wild beast.

When he was summoned by his Master, Matou Yoru, he was subjected to a berserk state, losing his ability to speak and most of his sanity.

However, it retains its full combat instincts and has additional enhancements in strength and agility.

And its treasures.

"A knight never dies unarmed."

It can transform any weapon or item it touches into its own Noble Phantasm.

At that moment, he roared and suddenly pressed down.

His strength was terrifying; even the palace collapsed under his unrestrained power.

But this moment.

A wicked smile played on the lips of the Holy Lord.

He held up the pillar, which had transformed into a Berserker Noble Phantasm, with one hand, looking relaxed and effortless.

It is even slowly rising.

His body revealed clear and distinct muscle lines, and his already tall stature continued to grow even taller.

It only gradually stopped after it had been reinforced to a height of over five meters.

This is an amplification of the Noble Phantasm-level Ox Talisman! It brings the Holy Lord, the master of power, pure and mighty power capable of splitting mountains and opening seas.

He gripped it tightly, and the incredibly thick pillar shattered instantly.

He then kicked out, sending Berserker flying and carving a deep furrow in the ground.

In the shadows, unknown to anyone, Matou Kariya coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Berserker's mana consumption for combat is enormous. His mana was already insufficient for a Master-level character and was forcibly increased through Crest Worms.

His vision blurred, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus. "Sakura, I will definitely save you..." At the same time, Gilgamesh raised Ea.

Time finally came to his side.

Even someone as arrogant as him knew that the Caster before him was no ordinary Servant.

Even someone as powerful as Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, had to be extremely vigilant.

“End it, you bastard!” he roared.

Dozens of weapons burst forth from the Gate of Babylon, surging towards the Holy Lord's massive body. If they could merely slow him down, if they could just gather their strength for a little while... a tremendous power was condensing.

Before him, the Holy Lord clenched his fist.

The next second, his imposing figure, which had attracted everyone's attention, vanished instantly.

Even the slightest fluctuation of magical power disappeared.

Several gazes swept across the battlefield, but he seemed to have vanished into thin air, and the King's Treasure came up empty-handed.

"Just how strong is this guy?" Lancer's eyes were filled with shock.

From the moment we left until now, the Holy Lord has demonstrated far too many different abilities.

Is he omnipotent? The same question arose in everyone's mind.

Strength, speed, stealth, bounded field, summoning legions, magical attacks... he seems to be able to do everything.

Has such a king ever existed in history? Gilgamesh held the sword Ea, a strong sense of crisis washing over him.

His power-gathering was not yet finished, but the invisible Holy Lord had already arrived in front of him.

The fact that the King's Treasure could not lock onto its target was an inevitable result.

But, in an instant! The yellow light flashed and disappeared.

The Holy Lord let out a low cry of pain.

A magnificent spear was embedded in his back.

At this very moment, Lancer remains in the same pose as when he threw out that Noble Phantasm, the Yellow Rose, which is destined to destroy.

In their line of sight, the treasure seemed to pierce through the air.

He anticipated the Lord's purpose and actions.

“Although it goes against my chivalrous principles, but…” Lancer’s face was bitter.

This was an order from his Master Kenneth, and he could not disobey it.

The yellow rose is doomed to perish.

This is a yellow short gun, exquisite and ornate.

The wounds inflicted by it cannot be healed, and even those with regenerative abilities or healing magic cannot repair the wounds caused by it.

Lancer sprinted into the air, gripped the pistol with both hands, and yanked it down from above.

The wound was torn open even wider.

Even a powerful figure like King Arthur Saber of Great Britain would have his fighting ability affected if his wrist was stabbed.

"It's over, Caster!"

Lancer Dilmud sighed deeply.

He turned around, and the Holy Lord's body slowly appeared before him.

A huge wound running from top to bottom across his shoulder was a bloody testament to his pain.

"They can't even maintain their stealth anymore!"

Lancer wiped the blood off her pistol, a hint of sadness flashing in her beautiful eyes.

As a knight, he respected every warrior, especially one as powerful and unruly as this one.

On the galloping oxcart, Iskandar, the Conqueror, finally relaxed his tense face a little. He commented, "That knight's lance is cursed. It seems Caster is going to lose!"

Such a huge wound would probably affect even his mobility, let alone his ability to fight against two other Servants.

This is impossible.

On the shattered ground, the Holy Lord was hunched over, breathing slightly heavily.

His body was severely damaged.

Beneath the green skin, flesh and blood were torn open, a gruesome sight.

Gilgamesh, who had already retreated some distance, stretched out his hand, and the Noble Phantasm-level weapon in the Gate of Babylon pointed at him with its sharp edge fully exposed.

A massive force, powerful enough to destroy the world, has been reassembled.

"It's over. Looks like Caster is going to lose!"

In the distance, Kiritsugu Emiya spoke in a deep voice.

He didn't understand why Zhou Lan's face remained calm and composed, just as it had been at the beginning.

With the Servant dead, even if he is a powerful magician, victory is still an unattainable goal.

Caster is indeed very strong, but the curse of that spearman has already taken effect. Unless Lancer is killed or the spear is destroyed, the curse will continue to haunt him.

But this is a false premise, because no one will help him defeat Lancer.

Zhou Lan glanced at him calmly, her expression composed, and said, "Is it over?" He smiled and said, "I don't think so!"

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Holy Lord of Miracles

The glory of ancient demons resides within this awe-inspiring, inherent barrier.

The Holy Lord bowed his body, and the wound was frightening even to the naked eye.

From that despairing treasure of the king, hundreds and thousands of weapons rained down from above.

Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, possessed an almost inexhaustible array of weapons.

Lancer Diarmuid slowly retreated to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

He had just lifted his toes when, in the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he exclaimed in shock, "Impossible!" In his vision, the Holy Lord's prostrate body slowly rose, and the horrifying wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No! It's less about healing and more about erasure.

"Impossible, impossible!" Diarmuid was utterly shocked as he looked at the indestructible Yellow Rose in his hand.

He still had the pistol, and he wasn't dead.

The curse of unhealable wounds still exists; unless one of them is destroyed, the wounds on Caster Saint Lord's body cannot be healed! Within the Reality Marble, even Iskandar, the Conqueror King, who had already made up his mind, had a solemn expression.

"Didn't they say the wound from that gunshot couldn't heal? So where is Caster now?" Weber was also stunned, muttering to himself.

"Could it be regeneration? But regeneration should be countered by Lancer's gun..." Iskandar scratched his head, somewhat confused.

The wound, just as it had been created, disappeared backwards from the Holy Lord's body.

This is not physical regeneration, nor is it a healing magic trick.

This is more like a kind of absolute erasure at the level of rules.

far away.

Zhou Lan raised an eyebrow and said with a faint smile, "A noble horse can ward off all external forces!"

The Horse Talisman, a Noble Phantasm-level spell, can dispel all injuries and adverse statuses that cause negative effects on the Holy Lord.

Clearly, its rule level is far superior to that of the inevitably destroyed Yellow Rose.

Diarmuid's hand, gripping the Noble Phantasm, trembled slightly.

The Holy Lord stood up again, his slowly rising figure reflected in his eyes, inspiring fear in all who beheld him.

At the same time, hundreds of sharp swords finally arrived from the sky. The amplification of the treasure-level rabbit talisman disappeared. The Holy Lord neither dodged nor avoided, letting those sharp swords pierce through his body.

In almost an instant, he was riddled with thorns.

His body was firmly pinned to the ground, like a guilty sinner.

A thought crossed everyone's mind: "This time, they should finally die!"

The abilities that the Holy Lord has demonstrated are truly beyond comprehension.

He can do everything, he's an all-rounder.

It even possesses the ability to heal itself, which can be described as absolute.

It's simply a miracle.

“This is a monster!” Weber said, still shaken, from the oxcart.

Gilgamesh held the sword Ea, his gaze calmly fixed on the Holy Lord who was pierced by countless swords.

With the sword of discord in hand, he was now confident enough.

This king, whose name is unknown, is undoubtedly the most formidable opponent in this Holy Grail War.

However, his body has now been pierced by the Gate of Babylon, an injury that can no longer be described as mere damage.

His body was riddled with wounds, and even the strongest physique could not heal under such conditions.

But the Holy Lord simply lowered his head and stretched out his hand.