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

The golden armor shattered into pieces, turning into countless starlight particles flying across the sky.

Gilgamesh was thrown into the air.

He fell to the ground, covered in blood.

"Archer, you've lost!"

The Holy Lord's towering figure blocked out half the sky as he looked down at him.

On the other side of the battlefield.

The streak of blood that flew out undoubtedly drew everyone's attention.

If Archer, arguably the strongest among them, falls, then this battle...

The defeat was inevitable! But the shining brilliance of the heroes who emerge from history lies precisely in this.

Facing Zhou Lan, facing defeat.

At this moment, not a single person retreated.

Throughout history, among all the heroes of the world, who didn't possess the heart of a strongman? Everyone has something they must fight for.

Do not retreat because of hardship, nor flee because of the strong.

At this moment, they have perfectly embodied this spirit.

Saber, King Arthur's Artoria, stands before her with swords in both hands, a soft glow illuminating her beautiful face.

Golden fireflies rose from all directions.

An invisible wind blew her long golden hair upwards, making her appear incomparably holy.

Zhou Lan raised her hand and silently lunged forward.

The long figure lunged towards the center in an instant, only to be violently repelled by the repulsive force.

Diarmuid was thrown heavily to the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He cried out, "Saber, unleash your Noble Phantasm!" The earth trembled.

The city-class Noble Phantasm, named Excalibur, radiated unparalleled brilliance.

Her clear voice resonated throughout the battlefield.

“Ex…calibur—!!!” Almost instantly, a dazzling beam of light pierced through the battlefield, encompassing Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord.

The ground collapsed and shattered, and holy light pierced the sky.

This is her treasure, the unwavering determination of King Arthur, the hero of Great Britain.

This strike carried immense power, forcefully halting the Holy Lord's advance towards Gilgamesh.

At the same time, it also submerged Zhou Lan.

"Ah—what a beautiful woman!"

Gazing at the light that swept across the battlefield, Gilgamesh struggled to his feet and gripped his Noble Phantasm once more.

His gaze swept over Saber's handsome profile before returning to his palm.

He coughed lightly, and his figure became ethereal for a moment.

The light gradually faded.

Before them, the figure of the Holy Lord appeared from the light.

Even he was not unscathed after withstanding a full Excalibur.

The Noble Phantasm-level Horse Talisman is returning to his body.

“Caster…” Gilgamesh’s gaze was unfocused, as if he had made up his mind.

"The next sword strike is the ultimate technique of the Hero King Gilgamesh!"

Chapter Thirty: The First Eliminator

Saber bent slightly, panting.

In the extinguished light, Zhou Lan's noble figure was reflected in her clear, light blue pupils.

As expected, it still didn't work in one strike.

Zhou Lan emerged from the light.

His gaze slowly descended, looking at the Servants before him one by one, finally settling on Saber Artoria's face.

A bony hand gently brushed against the hem of the robe, and a corner of the magnificent Taoist robe crumbled into scattered ashes.

This is the first time he has been damaged since the start of the war.

Although it was only a corner of the Taoist robe.

But this strength and determination were enough to earn his approval.

He glanced at Saber and realized she was indeed a rare beauty.

With a beautiful face and a resolute gaze, she was like a high-mountain flower that could not be broken no matter what storms she experienced.

But it's a pity.

However, they stood on the opposite side as enemies.

Zhou Lan is not the kind of gentle anime protagonist who casually collects a harem.

Perhaps it is the effect of merging with the memories and life of the Cursed Blue.

He was already a demon, and that was absolutely true.

With a slightly serious expression, he said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, your will is indeed pleasing, and this determination has also earned the respect of me, the Demon of the Moon..." As his voice fell, his figure rose higher and higher under the pull of gravity.

"And this is both your fortune and your misfortune..." He slowly opened his arms, his whole body exuding an indescribable Daoist aura.

“Caster’s Master… is he angry?” Waver whispered from a short distance away.

"No!"

Iskandar, the Conqueror, had a solemn look in his eyes. His experience made him realize something different.

He said solemnly, "It's not anger, but a kind of... pleasure?" "Pleasure?" "That's right, he seems to be in pleasure..." Zhou Lan's figure rose to the top of the sky, hanging below the blood-red sky.

His current body cannot unleash his full power.

In the end, it was just a human form he had created for himself.

He was handsome and had an otherworldly air about him.

However, compared to its true form, it is still worlds apart.

He glanced at what lay beneath him.

The Holy Lord's body was being reconstructed, and the Ea sword before him was unleashing an unprecedentedly immense power.

That was Gilgamesh's final, honor-risking strike.

He had a thorough understanding of the battlefield situation.

But after all this time, this long night should finally come to an end.

His voice was like thunder, spreading through the space and creating faint ripples.

A round, dark purple-black, deep full moon slowly appeared behind him.

It swelled up in an instant, hanging in the sky with a faint sense of oppression.

Within the bounded field, the moon appeared.

He closed his eyes.

The human body slowly recedes backward, as if sinking into the surface of a lake, retreating into the moon phase, stirring up faint ripples.

One second, two seconds... time seemed to stand still.

As everyone held their breath, a towering demon, several meters tall, slowly emerged from the moon.

This is his real identity.

He sat cross-legged, his five hearts facing the sky, his nobility beyond description.

A pair of slightly smaller hands gently clasped together in front of the chest, while the other pair of hands rested on the Taoist robe, palms facing upwards.

He opened his right palm, and the Pangu Treasure Box, emitting a faint blue halo, floated uncertainly in his palm.

His entire body remained completely still, yet simply by hovering there, he seemed to absorb all the light.

He opened his eyes.

It revealed its scarlet eyes, unique to demons.

At this moment, he finally floated out from the moon phase.

The ground was deathly silent.

"This...this...has this been a change of personnel? This is a monster, a demon, definitely not human!" Weber said in a trembling voice.

Even though they already had some guesses about Zhou Lan's identity, the moment they faced the real person, they were still filled with fear.

"Perhaps this is what this being was originally like!"

In the distance, Kenneth stared at the moon in horror.

The devil's appearance was far from handsome.

However, there is one kind of existence that cannot be measured by appearance.

When you face him directly, the naked eye can no longer be of any use; the only thing that can be aroused is the most primal intuition as a living being.

"Kneel down!" the being commanded.

Gravity then joyfully carried out its command, and the air pressed down heavily like a frozen mountain range.

The ground sank, and his decree instantly reached every inch of space within the inherent barrier.

The entire world sank in an instant.

The distance between them and the being in the sky increased by several meters once more.

The Master and his Servants knelt on one knee, their bodies sinking into the pit.

This decree was carried out unconditionally on everyone.

To adapt to different strengths, the inherent barrier is cut into cubes with varying gravity.

But without exception, they all resulted in the same outcome.

Everyone was firmly suppressed.

The reality of resistance can never be reached.

Zhou Lan was able to be extremely precise about her powers, down to the smallest detail.

At his peak, he possessed absolute control over gravity, without exceeding his own limits.

Just like this moment.

Having met the monarch, one should naturally bow.

These are rules that cannot be defied.

In the distance, Gilgamesh was momentarily suppressed, and the radiance swirling around the sword Ea was almost extinguished.

But in an instant, the restrictions were lifted.

He understood instantly.

He gave a slight bow towards Zhou Lan in the sky.

This is a necessary respect for someone who, despite possessing overwhelming strength, still chooses to respect the battle of kings.

He raised the sword of Ea and roared as he swung it down.

The Holy Lord had already recovered from his injuries, and he roared as he charged out.

All the Noble Phantasm-level powers were supporting him.

The magic that Zhou Lan provided to him reached its peak, and he could draw upon it at will.

This is a clash between kings from another world.