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

"What are you looking at?" the Holy Lord asked in a deep voice.

He glanced behind him and saw Zhou Lan's composed figure bathed in the soft moonlight, a sight that moved even the demon.

"It seems my brother has annoyed you somewhat!"

He raised the corners of his mouth, his smile subtle.

“Brother…?” Gilgamesh paused, pondering the meaning behind this enigmatic word.

Caster, this monstrous-looking guy who calls himself a demon, is his brother? Servants are all guys who descended from historical legends.

If Zhou Lan is Caster's older brother... then who exactly is he, this monster who jumped out of the river of history? Is he immortal? "However... there's no denying that he's a perfect guy, isn't he?" The Holy Lord shrugged and took a step forward.

Regardless of how others see it, at least in his perspective, Zhou Lan is indeed a perfect devil.

The eight demons are ordered by age, which is predetermined and cannot be changed.

But even demons are proud.

The Holy Lord was especially so.

However, Zhou Lan's performance during this period was undeniably perfect in his eyes.

This reminded him of the years before they were sealed away in hell.

At that time, Zhou Lan ruled the moon alone, detached from the heavens, and indifferent to the trivial matters of the mortal world.

That calm and composed demeanor is exactly the same as it is now.

The Holy Lord always felt that only Zhou Lan at that time was worthy of being called his elder brother.

The Moon Demon, imprisoned in Hell for tens of millions of years thereafter, was nothing but an empty shell, a mere shadow.

Of course, it wasn't just Zhou Lan; it was true for all of them.

Hell relentlessly erodes their sanity.

And now, that elder brother from the past has returned like lightning.

He made the elder's promise to save all his brothers and sisters, just as they had done on their first day in hell.

Only a guy like this deserves to be called the Holy Lord, the elder brother of the eight great demons.

"Who are you people?!" Gilgamesh asked his first question.

"Us?" The Holy Lord chuckled softly, then his laughter grew increasingly unrestrained and arrogant.

He stood not far in front of Gilgamesh, his ferocious body brimming with power.

With arms clasped together in front of the body, the world unfolds like a scroll painting.

He laughed wildly: "We are demons—" Reality Marble, "Glory of the Ancient Demons".

It will come again.

Zhou Lan looked up at the changing colors of the sky and earth.

The Holy Lord once again released his inherent barrier, pulling everyone into it.

With Zhou Lan, a Master whose magic is almost inexhaustible, as his backer, he can have as much fun as he wants.

The glory of the ancient demon unfolds.

The blood-red reflection of the hellish sky returned in an instant, the palace was rebuilt, the dragon carried the light of heaven, and the servants sang holy songs.

Before him, King Arthur, Artoria, was hunched over, breathing slightly, while Lancer, Diarmuid, was kneeling on the ground.

Berserker, however, continued to frantically attempt to crash into the invisible wall of gravity surrounding him.

"Caster's Reality Marble is back again!"

Weber murmured.

The magical energy required to activate a Noble Phantasm with a Reality Marble type is terrifying, and Caster released it twice in a short period of time, and still seemed to be handling it with ease.

A sense of confusion flashed through Weber's mind.

But when he looked at Caster's Master, Zhou Lan, he instantly sobered up.

If it is he who is connected to Caster and provides magic, then none of this is surprising.

In Weber's mind, Zhou Lan had already been relegated to the realm of the superhuman.

He was absolutely certain.

This is something that humans are absolutely capable of doing.

If you eliminate all the impossible answers, the one that remains, no matter how illogical, will be the only truth.

Caster's Master is a monster.

And they are challenging this monster.

The moment the glory of the ancient demons unfolded, the aura emanating from the Holy Lord surged infinitely once more.

Only here can he unleash his full potential.

The power of the twelve talismans, at the Noble Phantasm level, instantly reached its peak.

Zhou Lan's presence attracted a lot of attention.

This led to everyone seemingly forgetting or ignoring it for a while.

Caster in this Holy Grail War is also a terrifying being.

His ambition was aimed directly at the hero-king Gilgamesh.

The other party was a target he had chosen from the very beginning.

Zhou Lan thoughtfully entrusted him to her care.

This is a war between kings.

Only death can end it.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The World Has Been Destroyed a Million Times

Demons never hesitate to fight against many.

The so-called knightly duel is utter nonsense.

Such beings are inherently meant to be targeted.

To be at odds with individuals, groups, and the world.

For the demon, this is also a form of affirmation.

Zhou Lan roamed the battlefield as if it were empty, firmly maintaining the upper hand and suppressing everyone else.

On the other side, the confrontation between the Holy Lord and Gilgamesh was in full swing.

As a hero-king, Gilgamesh is by no means a clown.

He regained his composure after the defeat, and his expression gradually became calm.

A true king must have a heart that embraces all things.

Even if it's a failure.

Failure is not terrible; what is terrible is losing the heart of a king.

In other words, he pulled himself back from the brink of having his Dao heart shattered by Zhou Lan's awe.

At this moment, he has decided to put away his usual arrogance.

We must face this war with the same attitude we would take when facing a true enemy of the king.

The seven-ringed Blazing Sky Unfolded before him, forming a defensive line against the Holy Lord.

The King's Treasury bombarded the land, plundering miles of soil.

Behind all of this, he placed all his hopes on what could be called his strongest Noble Phantasm.

The Evil Sword possesses the power to create heaven and earth and the might to create the world.

"Ea!!! Destroy everything!" Light rose, and the earth tore open once more.

Despite his many flaws, Tokiomi Tohsaka, as his Master, is also a competent magician.

While the magical power he can provide isn't enormous, it's definitely among the best of all Masters.

Of course, this is after excluding Zhou Lan, who is an unconventional person.

With the full power of the twelve Noble Phantasm-level talismans unleashed, the Holy Lord's enormous, superhuman figure flickered incessantly.

Within the glory of the ancient demons, bound by the Noble Phantasm-level Dog and Horse Spells, Gilgamesh would find it difficult to completely destroy him.

He can only destroy the Holy Lord's inherent barrier.

However, it could not cause fatal damage to the Holy Lord.

There are many bug-level capabilities, and they just happened to come together.

The Holy Grail War is a collaboration between Servants and Masters. From beginning to end, the Master, who provides magical energy, plays an indispensable and crucial role.

In this respect, Zhou Lan is undoubtedly far superior to Tohsaka Tokiomi.

If Tokiomi Tohsaka's magic is a drop of water...

That Zhou Lan.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as a vast ocean.

The sky is falling and the earth is collapsing; history is repeating itself, and the glory of the ancient demon is about to be destroyed.

But the sinister smile on the Holy Lord's face never stopped for a moment.

With his elder brother's support, he had reason to be confident.

The sky darkened.

The group returned to the dock.

Before they could react, the blood-red sky once again blanketed the world.

The Holy Lord once again released his inherent barrier.

Both were at their peak, but he was firmly suppressed by the firepower of the King's Treasury and Ea.

But with the help of twelve Noble Phantasm-level powers, he kept moving forward.

The blood-red sky is both dark and bright, and the world is destroyed and reborn.

all of these.

They are like tides pulled by the moon's gravity, receding and then rising again.

The world changes, but the only constant is the solitary footsteps of the Holy Lord.

With each destruction of the ancient demon's glory, he would take another step closer to the hero king before him, who exuded immense pressure.

He kept walking, as if strolling on a snow-covered mountain peak.

determination.

This is the quality that demons should never underestimate.

Suppressed time and again by righteous forces and sealed away by enemies from different eras, the Holy Lord is trapped in a vicious cycle of good and evil, much like an ouroboros.

But ask yourself! Did he ever give up? Not even for a moment! Even when he was covered in wounds and his body was beyond repair, he still chose to move forward without hesitation.

Who could know? Even now, his most original form is nothing more than a lifeless disc statue leaning against a dusty corner in a dark underground palace in another world.

Even though strength is lost, the soul endures the torment of time day after day, year after year.

Even the demons yearn to escape hell, to tear through that blood-red cage, and to bask once more in the glory of the past! So-called good and evil are nothing more than rules set by the world.

Break free from this rule.

What is righteous? What is evil? The ferocious dragon's palm slammed down, but the Holy Lord stood firmly before the Hero King, facing the world-destroying might.

The world has been destroyed a million times.

But this is not the first time the devil has shown his defiance.

His ferocious hand clenched into a fist, and the resentment accumulated over countless years was released into a torrent at this moment.