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

He suddenly stood up, and the thousands of wounds he had been lying in were torn open even more badly, but he seemed not to care at all.

The immense power exploded outwards, shattering the weapons that had pierced his body into countless tiny fragments.

"I am immortal!!!" His hoarse voice swept across the land, evil and terrifying, like a raging storm.

With a single step, the ground shattered and cracked, the fissures resembling dragons and snakes rising from the land, following the movement into the distance.

He instantly returned to his peak, regaining his full form! As long as this demon remains within the inherent barrier, as long as that ancient glory still shines upon him.

The power of the Noble Phantasm-level Dog and Horse Spells will then be in effect continuously.

This is a passive aura that is constantly active, enveloped in the "glory of the ancient demons".

Perhaps he is not simply immortal, but at least at this moment, none of the injuries he is experiencing can reach the point where he can be destroyed.

This is the ultimate combo between the spells, a perfect combination.

Golden light seemed to descend from the sky, falling into his eyes, dazzling and piercing, like two blazing suns.

The Holy Lord slightly turned his head.

A thick, golden laser beam swept across the battlefield.

After regaining his senses from the shock, Lancer held up two guns, one long and one short, in front of him in a defensive stance.

Iskandar the Conqueror, whose steed is the Faraway Crusher, demonstrates superb driving skills in his hands, dodging the sweeping attacks of the Electric Eye.

The Holy Lord's gaze, however, ended on Gilgamesh.

A surge of immense power rushed forth, the power of a Noble Phantasm-level Pig Talisman, possessing formidable penetrating abilities.

On the other side, the Hero King Gilgamesh lowered his brows slightly.

He has never bothered with defense; in his presence, it is an honor for an enemy to be able to stop his offensive.

But Caster in front of him was enough to make him give that face.

"A demon? Or the Demon King? Nameless King, whatever your identity, you have earned my respect!"

The arm clad in golden armor suddenly stretched out, and from the Gate of Babylon, which contained all the weapons in the world, a shield slowly flew out and landed in front of him.

"The blazing sky covers seven rings!"

He spoke in a low voice, as if issuing a decree.

Seven layers of exquisite defensive light barriers instantly unfolded, blocking out the golden light.

This is the shield used by the hero Ajax the Great during the Trojan War; theoretically, it could defend against city-level Noble Phantasms.

At this very moment, the shield that Gilgamesh summoned from the Gate of Babylon was its true prototype! Brilliant light barriers advanced layer by layer, and a full seven layers of defense were instantly deployed.

At that very moment, the golden beam of light emanating from the Holy Lord's eyes descended upon the outermost layer of the light barrier.

The violent pressure swept over everything around them, even stripping away the ground.

Amidst the shock, the first layer of light barrier was broken.

The golden light remained undiminished, surging forward relentlessly.

Next comes the second layer, and then the third layer.

In just half a second, the four layers of light walls shattered into starlight.

The golden beam of light had already descended upon the fifth layer of light barrier; it was only a matter of time before it broke through.

But at that moment, Gilgamesh gently raised the ultimate Noble Phantasm in his hand, which was covered in scarlet patterns.

That is a world-destroying Noble Phantasm capable of destroying everything.

He proclaimed triumphantly, "It's over... Awaken! Ea, the stage that suits you is ready!" In his hand, the sword Ea spun violently, an unstoppable force swirling around his arm.

In an instant.

The sky and the earth change color.

He pointed his Noble Phantasm forward and roared, "Look up, heaven and earth are separated, the star of creation!" In that instant.

The Noble Phantasm-level Pig Talisman had not yet completely broken through the Sevenfold Rings of Blazing Heaven.

A force powerful enough to destroy the world rippled outwards.

The Reality Barrier "Ancient Demon Glory" trembled uncontrollably.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Don't you know that the sky is my territory?

The earth cracked and the dilapidated palace began to collapse.

Above, a huge crack appeared in the sky, which reflected the colors of hell.

The world is in the midst of destruction and disintegration.

All this power comes from the anti-world Noble Phantasm, Ea, wielded by the Hero King Gilgamesh.

This is precisely why Zhou Lan remained pessimistic about both sides even after learning about the Holy Lord's treasure.

Gilgamesh's Ea is a suppressive counter to Reality Marbles.

The Holy Lord, who descended as a Caster, concentrated almost all of his power in his Noble Phantasm, which is a Reality Marble.

But you can't blame him for that.

After all, his abilities were passively determined the moment he arrived.

Excluding the Sword of Divergence, he is undoubtedly the strongest.

The earth cracked and split open, the enormous fissures like the gaping maw of an abyss, swallowing everything whole.

Palaces and slaves perished in the sinkhole.

The dragon legion's wings seemed to be bound, causing it to fall from the sky.

The power of the Sword of Divergence surged toward the Holy Lord.

As the ancient palace, which had reappeared before his eyes, collapsed completely, the Holy Lord showed no joy or sorrow.

All glory has faded, and he stands in the center of a collapsing world.

In the past, he might have roared something hoarsely.

Whether it's harsh words or ambitions.

That's always been his practice.

But inexplicably, at this moment, his heart suddenly became peaceful.

This place was "fake" to begin with, wasn't it? He had already experienced this kind of history once before.

Demons are flesh-and-blood beings, and as the sixth of the eight great demons, his character was indeed not good in the past.

Each time, whether he was sealed away by Lopez or blocked by Jackie Chan, his exit was always a mess.

But this time.

Clearly, he failed again.

He was defeated by the very sword that was most effective against him: the sword of discord.

Surprisingly, his heart remained calm and undisturbed.

Why? Standing in the crumbling world, his gaze drifted into the distance and landed on the guy in the noble Taoist robe.

Maybe it's because of this guy.

Having escaped from hell countless times and fought alone, he had even become somewhat accustomed to this feeling, and had even forgotten the seven suffering brothers in hell behind him.

He was of extremely poor character; betrayal was nothing more than a trivial matter to him, whether it was towards demons or humans.

But this time, he was incredibly glad he had made the right decision.

They helped Zhou Lan leave her original world.

And the result is obvious.

After a lifetime of fighting alone, he finally had a brother standing behind him! An elder.

An elder brother who belongs exclusively to the eight great demons.

A being who has been called brothers since the beginning of their existence.

He can now accept his failure with equanimity because he understands that the price is no longer the loneliness of being sealed away for a hundred years.

"My brother..." The Holy Lord raised the corners of his mouth and called out softly.

Zhou Lan: "I'm here!"

The Holy Lord glanced around at his former palace, which had already vanished into dust.

He joked, "It seems I've learned a bit of composure from the elders!"

"You've learned very well!"

Zhou Lan said.

The immense power of the Ea sword was already close at hand. The Holy Lord split his jaw, and the power of the Noble Phantasm-level Dragon Talisman surged forth.

This is his most fundamental ability as a fire demon, amplified within his Reality Marble to the same power as Saber's Noble Phantasm, Excalibur.

The flames blocked the surging destructive force.

In the distance, Zhou Lan took one last look at the collapsing world before turning away.

"It's over. Looks like Caster lost!"

Emiya Kiritsugu hesitated.

He had become accustomed to not being able to discern any emotion or expression from Zhou Lan.

This being gave him the feeling of the moon in the sky.

Eternal and unchanging, forever calm and composed.

No matter how critical the situation seemed to him, or how dark the night, which he called danger, may have been.

The moon simply hangs silently in the sky.

Zhou Lan stretched out her wide sleeves, smiled, and shook her head, saying, "It's over when I say it's over!"

"What do you mean?" Kiritsugu Emiya glanced into the distance.

Caster's Noble Phantasm's Reality Marble has completely collapsed, and even his Servant is suffering from the shockwaves.

Isn't the situation before us obvious enough? Zhou Lan ignored his doubts and slowly floated backward, her figure suspended in the air.

"The Holy Grail War is a war between a Master and a Servant against other Masters and other Servants, isn't it?" "What do you mean?" Kiritsugu Emiya seemed to have thought of something, but he wasn't sure.

Zhou Lan's figure had vanished into the dust and smoke of a world destroyed, leaving only her last words echoing in the air.

"It's my turn to go on stage!"

He said.

Kiritsugu Emiya's expression changed, and his pupils trembled slightly.

That night.

After the inherent barrier known as the Glory of the Ancient Demon collapsed, all those who had been captured inside returned to the familiar dock.

Gilgamesh stood on a high place, the sword Ea slowly stopping its spinning in his hand.

He looked down at the Holy Lord who stood at the very center of the battlefield.

He is not dead.

His breathing had just weakened a little.

"Truly resilient!" Even Gilgamesh couldn't help but praise.

His Noble Phantasm was shattered, and he himself withstood the impact of an Ea sword, yet the Holy Lord still stood on the battlefield.

He appeared to be in even better condition than the other Servants.

As the Servant closest to the center of the battlefield, Lancer, despite doing her best to avoid the impact of the Holy Lord and Gilgamesh, was still covered in wounds.

He radiated a healing magic.

Saber, who had been fighting the dragon army for a long time, was panting heavily.