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

“I don’t know…” he said.

“My lord…” Diarmuid gripped his Noble Phantasm tightly.

He sensed something inexplicable; Master Kenneth seemed to have changed.

The Master, who was usually a decisive and extremely confident person, became hesitant and indecisive at this moment.

Because of that invincible Caster Master before him? What did the Master see in him? "Lancer, do as your heart desires!" Kenneth gave his command.

On the back of his hand, a Command Seal faded and disappeared.

He actually used a precious Command Seal like that, an operation only required to force a Servant to obey.

The command he gave was to let the servants do as they pleased.

Strange, so strange.

"What should I do?" Diarmuid questioned his own heart.

Every Servant has a reason to win and a deep-seated desire to fulfill.

Without exception.

The most powerful competitor has now emerged.

From the very beginning, they were not on the same level or at the same level.

Regardless of whether the answer is correct or not, there is only one truly unquestionable choice.

He gripped his spear tightly and walked towards Zhou Lan.

Only by defeating Caster and his Master can this Holy Grail War see any hope.

This has nothing to do with the knight's fighting spirit and will.

They were facing an unprecedented adversary.

Archer Gilgamesh has stalled Caster, and he believes the others think so too.

“Rider…” Weber whispered, “This is the only chance!”

“Ah…yes, that was a monster!” exclaimed his servant, Iskandar the Conqueror.

“But you’re not bad at making decisions!” He patted Webber on the back.

"As a king, I absolutely cannot back down!" With a roar, he lashed out with his whip, and the oxcart spun wildly in the night sky, its hooves swishing restlessly at its opponent who firmly occupied the center of the battlefield.

This is an opponent that everyone should strive to defeat.

"Saber, make your move!"

"Kiritsugu Emiya gave the order."

To win, this is the only option: unite all participants to defeat Caster and his Master.

Otherwise, they see no hope of winning.

If they can't even do this, then this Holy Grail War was destined to be irrelevant to them from the very beginning.

With a roar from the ground, Berserker charged out like a madman.

It seems his Master shared the same idea.

Bang—a deep gunshot rang out on the dock.

As soon as Kiritsugu Emiya gave the order, his assistant Maiya fired the first bullet, as if sounding the charge.

The bullet ripped through the night, leaving a graceful trail.

With countless assassination experiences, missing the target is absolutely impossible.

Almost instantly, the bullet shot toward Zhou Lan's head.

Less than ten centimeters away from him, he was stripped of all motivation and firmly imprisoned in front of Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan glanced at the bullet trapped in mid-air and smiled.

With a gentle breath, the repulsive force disintegrated from the bullet's interior, turning it into glittering copper shavings that drifted into the air.

Then he raised his hand.

Grab it in the direction the bullet came from.

A tooth-grinding, squeaking sound suddenly rang out.

In an instant, he crushed the container where Mami was hiding into a wrinkled iron ball, which then floated quietly in the air.

Zhou Lan released his grip, and the iron ball fell to the ground with a dull thud.

A stream of bright red blood seeped out from the folds.

“Maimi…!” Kiritsugu Emiya’s pupils dilated in shock.

He gritted his teeth, calmed himself down, and chose to oppose this terrifying Master. All sacrifices were to be expected.

Zhou Lan certainly knew who she had killed.

Kiritsugu Emiya's assistant.

But so what? This is a war, and death is merely an interlude in the war.

Now he seems to have become the target of everyone's hatred, and all the murderous intent is surging towards him.

This was an inevitable outcome.

He chuckled silently, then raised his hand to shove the oncoming Lancer away, sending it crashing deep into the container.

Many people don't seem to understand the meaning of the word "villain," or rather, they don't understand the meaning of "devil."

The devil acts only according to his own whims.

Or rather, a result that would bring him pleasure.

"That's it! Come and pay homage to me!" he roared. Within a radius of tens of meters centered on him, the earth could not withstand the pressure and instantly collapsed into a pit-like depression.

He hasn't made a move in a long time.

The current situation gives him a sense of pleasure.

Standing motionless in the air, he released the restrictions, letting the other followers attack.

From the deep crater and black hole created by the Lancer's impact with the container, a beautiful and ornate red spear shot out, slicing through the air.

This is one of his Noble Phantasms, called the Crimson Rose of Exorcism, which has the property of ignoring magic defense.

If he could get close, why would he throw his weapon? It was a choice made out of desperation.

The red spear flashed like a shooting star, and in the blink of an eye, it was upon him.

Zhou Lan raised her left hand and swept it lightly, unleashing an invisible, immense force.

He yanked the red spear off the track, spinning it as it plunged into the cold ground.

He turned and waved, and before him stood a figure clad in blue armor, Saber, King Arthur's Artoria, who was already close at hand.

As he raised his sword high, an irresistible force suddenly came from his side.

In an instant, she was dragged into a nearby container, forming a second black hole.

The metal sheeting of the container was twisted and creaking.

Thunder roared in the sky, and the oxcart of the Conqueror King Iskandar, named the Distant Devastation and Domination, descended from the heavens.

Zhou Lan touched the air with a single finger, and faint ripples instantly spread outwards.

Buzz—that indomitable momentum vanished instantly.

He gently pushed his palm, sending the other person flying, along with their vehicle.

A murderous aura emanated from the ground, and a black, menacing figure dragged a streetlamp as it pounced from beneath their feet.

With a soft hum, he suddenly pressed down on his arm.

The immense pressure was like a meteorite falling from the sky, and Berserker was blasted into the ground.

Struggling, unable to get up.

At this point, all four murderous intents were extinguished.

He couldn't even get close to Zhou Lan.

Kiritsugu Emiya glanced at the time.

From just now to now.

Only...two seconds have passed?

Chapter Twenty-Eight: We Are Demons

Despair is brewing.

The hazy, pale moonlight fell on Zhou Lan, making him appear exceptionally noble.

Throughout the entire ordeal, he did not move an inch.

It simply hung there quietly, in the very center of the battlefield, unperturbed and unflappable.

Noises rang out from all sides, yet the rivals who dared to offend the monarch still stood up, unwilling to give up.

Zhou Lan slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

A sense of joy spread from within.

His current body cannot withstand him unleashing his full power, but even so, it is enough to overwhelm all others.

His gaze fell upon the enemies who were rushing towards him like lightning, but he simply raised his hand calmly.

It seems that this is enough.

the other side.

Gilgamesh broke free from his confinement, leaped out of the sea, and landed on the ground.

Anger, resentment, and hatred are not enough to describe his current emotions.

He has never been so disheveled since his birth.

His status, his identity, and his strength all built a wall of arrogance in his heart.

Of course, he has every reason to be arrogant.

But Zhou Lan.

With just a gentle push of his palm, he shattered the wall of arrogance in his heart.

His anger did not stem entirely from Zhou Lan's terrifying strength.

As Servants who are born into this world, they are inherently strong or weak.

What truly angered him was...

Zhou Lan displayed a calm and composed demeanor.

He seemed indifferent to everything; in his heart, the people in front of him were nothing more than fleeting clouds, not worth paying attention to.

Indifference, indifference, elegance, composure... Only with this attitude can one appear so calm.

He seemed completely unaffected by anger, as if everything before him was a child's game to amuse him.

So disgusting! Clearly.

Just a day ago, he was the one who was so despicable.

But in just a moment, their positions changed.

He was shot down from the sky above, in such a sorry state.

Only a monarch is worthy to stand above everyone else and deserves to be looked up to by insects.

But he fell from grace and became a mortal.

As king, he could not tolerate such provocation! The water on his body evaporated with his power, and he roared.

The next second, a massive body appeared in front of him.

“Caster!!!” Gilgamesh stared intently at the figure blocking his way.