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

She already had an irreparable injury to her wrist, and she also had to protect Irisviel behind her.

Iskandar the Conqueror and his Master Waver, on the other hand, had been detached from the battlefield from the very beginning and seemed quite relaxed at this moment.

"To have fought me to this extent, I have already acknowledged your will and strength..." "You call yourself a demon, so now, demon, it is time to end it all!" Gilgamesh raised Ea once more.

In the center of the battlefield, the Holy Lord raised his head. He had already sensed Zhou Lan's footsteps, and his expression remained calm and composed.

The next second, Zhou Lan calmly and slowly floated down beside his massive body.

"A demon? Are you calling me?" Zhou Lan smiled and looked at Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh's pupils contracted for a moment.

He looked down with a solemn expression at the figure beside the Holy Lord.

The Command Seals on the back of the other person's hand revealed his identity.

Caster's Master.

"Bastard!" he frowned. "Appearing before me now is too late!" He acknowledged the Holy Lord, but that did not mean he acknowledged this Master.

Zhou Lan smiled and slowly extended her hand.

The Holy Lord may not care, but that doesn't mean he can tolerate others yelling at him.

"Noisy!"

He said lightly.

The next second, a powerful beam of purplish-black light descended instantly, striking Gilgamesh almost in a split second.

There was absolutely no room for reaction.

With unstoppable force, it instantly blasted him from the heights until his golden armor was embedded in the ground.

Gilgamesh held the sword Ea in one hand and planted it in the ground, his pupils changing drastically.

An immense force descended upon him almost instantly, violently pulling him from the sky to the ground, making it impossible for him to even get up.

"Who gave you permission to stand in the sky and talk to me?" Zhou Lan lightly waved her hand.

The repulsive force was instantly unleashed, violently embedding Gilgamesh into the ground and pushing him away from the dock with unstoppable momentum until he fell into the sea.

The feeling of helplessness was like being head-on hit by a hundred-ton truck on a national highway.

A gentle splash of water was heard.

The participants, who had just emerged from the inherent barrier, stood frozen in place as if time had stood still.

His gaze was fixed intently on the horrifying ravine in the ground.

"Hey... this must be a joke..." Weber murmured in horror.

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Strongest...Master?

An emotion called fear was brewing at the dock.

But demons are beings that are born to instill fear in others.

Isn't that so? Zhou Lan made a light and casual move, but the trench on the ground was etched into everyone's hearts like a scar.

All eyes were fixed on him, deeply shocked.

This Master, dressed in a Taoist robe, floats in the air.

"Ah, it is indeed a Master, I am not mistaken, but..." But in history, has there ever been such a powerful Master? Or in other words, has there ever been such a powerful Magician in history? Without a doubt, Zhou Lan is a Magician.

But is it really reasonable for a magician to be this strong? They could practically tear Servants apart with their bare hands! In the night sky, Zhou Lan seemed fairly satisfied with her appearance.

He gently brushed away non-existent dust from his robe, his long, purplish-black hair almost blending into the night.

"How do you feel?" he asked the Holy Lord.

The other person seemed somewhat weak.

He then raised his finger and tapped lightly.

A green light merged into the Holy Lord's body.

This is air magic, which he has already mastered completely.

Demonic life forms, which require at least tens of millions of years to measure, are difficult to forget once they have learned something.

In an instant, the Holy Lord's aura suddenly expanded.

He stretched slightly, and the power on his ferocious body surged, returning him to the peak of his physical abilities.

"That's much better!"

He chuckled wickedly.

Zhou Lan's gaze swept across the battlefield, ignoring all the shock. The outcome of this Holy Grail War had been decided from the very beginning.

He merely made a small move to reveal this reality.

That's it.

"Bastard—!!!" A golden light burst forth from the dark sea, Gilgamesh's face contorted in extreme rage.

As the oldest king, he was so despised.

Absolutely unforgivable! Emerging from the seawater, he raised the Ea sword high, almost roaring, "Ea!!! Destroy everything!" The immense power shook thousands of tons of seawater to both sides, and the powerful force of this anti-world Noble Phantasm surged towards Zhou Lan head-on.

"Are you angry?" Zhou Lan smiled, still lightly tapping her finger, her fingertip falling into the air.

A powerful force seemed to have struck an invisible wall, creating ripples in the air.

Thus, they were blocked from advancing further.

"He actually managed to block Archer's Noble Phantasm?!" Waver rubbed his eyes in disbelief from afar.

That incredibly powerful and mysterious treasure instantly destroyed an entire enchanted barrier.

That level of power was almost at its limit.

but.

Was it really that easy for Caster's Master to block it? "Hey, you're a magician too, how come you're not this powerful?" Iskandar asked his Master.

Weber hung his head, utterly dejected, and said weakly, "If I were that powerful, what would I need you for? I could win on my own!"

Even among recorded magician families, there probably hasn't been anyone as terrifying as this.

Waver thought so, but his teacher, Kenneth, who was also a participant in the Fourth Holy Grail War and Lancer's Master, was even more shocked.

He wasn't some ordinary guy who had never seen the world.

As one of the twelve monarchs of the British Clock Tower, he is renowned even among magicians worldwide.

But the current situation... he had never seen anything like it in his entire life.

This has completely surpassed humanity, and exceeded the scope of the concept of "magic," hasn't it? This is—"magic"! In an instant, Zhou Lan's figure, which was quietly floating in the night sky, became incredibly terrifying in his eyes.

This guy has completely exceeded the limits of a magician.

He might... have reached the "Root"! Kenneth's mind was in an endless storm, as if he had gone mad.

The power that Zhou Lan displayed is beyond what magic can explain.

Ultimately, "magic" is nothing more than a man-made technique that imitates magic. The power it displays is very likely the real "magic"! That is the power gained after touching the root.

source.

That is the ultimate goal and truth that all magicians dream of, rooted in the hearts of all magicians like an addiction! But...

What is the meaning and purpose of such an existence vying for the Holy Grail? If he has truly reached the Root and has understood and gained the ability to manipulate the essence of the world.

Why would he still want to obtain the Holy Grail? Kenneth couldn't understand.

The impact of this event was simply too strong.

He knelt on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, staring blankly at the night sky.

Zhou Lan was naturally unaware of Kenneth's condition in the hidden place.

Of course, even if he knew, he would just be indifferent.

The ultimate goal of all magicians in this world is to reach the so-called Root, the ultimate realm known as "the beginning and end of all things".

Zhou Lan had never reached the so-called root.

However, if the ability to manipulate the essence of the world is considered one of the manifestations of touching the root, then...

He does indeed have that ability.

After all, the power of attraction and repulsion is indeed an essential aspect of the world.

The power he possessed was never magic, but true magic! This power was etched into his blood, his bone marrow, and even his soul! It had flowed through every inch of his body since the moment he was born.

With a cold snort, he raised his hand to suppress the world-destroying power of the Eccentric Sword.

They crushed Gilgamesh into the sea again.

"Anti-World Noble Phantasm? Heh..." Zhou Lan chuckled lightly, "Come talk to me when it's truly capable of destroying a moon!"

In the pitch-black depths of the sea, Gilgamesh once again gathered his strength, preparing to break through the surface.

Zhou Lan slowly pressed down with one hand.

For an instant.

Time seems to stand still.

The birds that had been flying around were frozen in the night sky, motionless.

No, it's not stagnation.

The bird tried its best to flap its wings, but it couldn't move forward an inch.

From all directions, above and below! An invisible force firmly imprisoned everything within its range.

There is no way to heaven and no way to earth.

The golden light that had just been lit up underwater dimmed instantly.

Even the wind.

No one dared to make a move.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Come before me!

"What's wrong?" In the center of the suspended battlefield, Zhou Lan slightly raised the corners of her mouth and swept her gaze across everyone.

His voice was soft, carrying a touch of elegance and composure, mysterious and magnetic.

It's as if it has been carefully refined over the long river of time.

"It was just a slight move, don't be nervous, hehe!"

He raised his right hand, and the decree that had enveloped the world was finally lifted.

The bird soared across the night sky, finally free.

He exuded the air of a powerful and commanding monarch.

His gaze swept across the seabed, and he shook his head helplessly. It seemed that guy was still not giving up.

The Holy Lord stepped forward and stood in the middle.

He has fully recovered, Gilgamesh, his adversary.

"Go ahead, don't worry about the magic consumption!"

Zhou Lan waved her hand gently.

The Holy Lord strode towards the sea.

On the battlefield, everyone has something on their mind.

"My lord, what should I do?" Lancer Diarmuid asked his master Kenneth in secret.

He is an excellent knight.

After a long pause, Kenneth finally responded to him.