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

From within the smoke, a young boy suddenly emerged. He looked up at Eligoll in the sky, a hint of excitement and pleasure in his voice, "Not bad, not bad—"

"I've decided to accept your magic."

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The guild master of the Dark Guild Iron Forest, Death God Erigor, lowered his head and curiously looked at the "greenhorn" who had suddenly appeared in his line of sight below.

"Ha, ha—" He chuckled dryly, a hint of mockery in his voice.

"Who do you think you are, brat!" He narrowed his eyes and spoke with disdain.

He was, after all, the leader of a guild, and the other party was just a greenhorn who dared to spout such arrogant words.

He carried a sickle, and gusts of wind fell beside him, heading towards Ximu.

The swift wind is like a sharp knife for cutting wheat and mowing grass, sharp and fast.

"I'll help you!" Natsu shouted, preparing to rush forward and stop Erigor's attack.

But his body had only rushed halfway when Zhou Lan lightly pinched him back.

"Huh?" Natsu turned around and looked at Zhou Lan.

"Let him give it a try," Zhou Lan said softly.

“Alright.” Natsu looked up at the sky. He wasn’t the kind of person who needed to show off, but the target looked very strong, and he was a little worried.

Zhou Lan deftly retrieved Natsu to his side, and some scattered, lethal wind blades, imbued with magic by Erigor, were also easily dispersed by him and disappeared without a trace.

He looked at Ximu, his eyes filled with gentleness.

Apart from the main battlefield where Westwood and Elligor were locked in combat, everything else was quiet and peaceful.

Zhou Lan perfectly demonstrated his ability to control the situation.

He was like a parent who, after leaving their child's room at night, turns around and gently closes the door behind them.

Zhou Lan was also looking forward to seeing what west Mu had been up to before.

Without a doubt, just like the Receiving Magic he obtained from Mirajane, Ximu must have also modified the Dragon Slayer Magic he acquired not long ago.

Zhou Lan understands him.

So they were also curious about how Ximu would avoid the negative effects of Dragon Slayer Magic and use its power.

Judging from his confident demeanor before, he must have made some progress.

Zhou Lan never doubted west Mu's talent in magic. Even if he couldn't do it, it was just some power that he could easily obtain.

At this moment, what truly matters to Zhou Lan is west Mu's individual battle.

The Demon of Heaven, he has been silent for far too long.

He was defeated by an immortal god millions of years ago, endured the torments of hell, and has now been released from prison and regained his freedom.

Throughout these long years, he never even made a move or used his power.

But the power dissipated.

The once-ruling demon of the sky could only bring down a tiny drizzle when he was released from prison.

How sad!

Now, perhaps Ximu needs a battle to cleanse himself, or rather, to prove himself.

Zhou Lan was very observant. As early as when he first joined the Fairy Tail guild, he noticed something when Nishiki joined the melee.

For Westwood at this stage, Eligoll is a suitable opponent.

A gust of wind swept down, enveloping Ximu's figure.

The boy raised the corners of his mouth, sprouted wings on his back, and soared into the sky, hovering high in the air, thus avoiding the killing wind.

"The sky isn't your territory, my friend," Ximu's voice came from above. "And look up there too."

Erico looked up and saw the young figure of Ximu.

"Hmph, it's just that it can fly." Eric Gor scoffed dismissively.

He did not choose to follow Ximu to fight in higher altitudes.

He is a wind-attribute mage, but his authority to fly is limited to low altitudes.

Eligoel raised his scythe, turning his attention to killing.

"Emerald Swift!" Several wind blades shot out from around him, surrounding Ximu.

Ximu's figure flickered in the air and in the blink of an eye, he landed not far from Ericoer again.

He spread his hands, smiled, looking like he hadn't had enough fun, showing a bit of composure.

"Is all you can do to hide?!" Eric Gor roared.

The enemy was faster than he had imagined.

"No, of course not." Ximu reached out and made a gesture in the air, causing the Azure Sky Codex to ripple and float in front of him.

The vortex of demonic energy spun for a moment, and Ximu reached out his hand towards Erigor and pressed down.

"Kneel down!" His voice suddenly became solemn.

Besides the boy's voice, there seemed to be another tone mixed in, ancient and old.

Suddenly, Ericoer felt a tremendous force pulling him down to the ground.

He quickly activated his protective shield, his body enveloped in a sphere of wind, but it still couldn't withstand the force, and he crashed to the ground with a thud.

As the dust settled, he coughed twice, revealing his figure.

“Gravity… magic…” He was hunched over, the gravity still acting on him, preventing him from straightening up.

Fortunately, thanks to the protection of the storm barrier, the main body was not injured in the impact.

But now, even low-altitude airspace is no longer his domain.

"Is this your magic, kid?" Eligoll squinted and looked up at the top of his head.

"Of course not, Lord Ximu knows a lot of magic, and soon even yours will be mine."

"Outrageous!" Eric Gor shouted angrily, his eyes darting around as if he were thinking about something.

It was obvious that Ximu was somewhat restraining him.

His wind magic, which he was good at, couldn't keep up with Ximu's speed, and his protective magic, Storm Wall, while able to isolate external damage, was of little use against gravity magic.

He glanced at the brightly lit houses in the distance, where a meeting was being held, and which was also his target.

He didn't have time to wage a protracted battle of magic against the boy in front of him.

“In that case…” Eligor still chose to cast a Storm Wall around himself for protection.

He then reached for his waist and obtained a withered magic flute.

"Then I'll have to use another method." He grinned, a wicked grin.

Cursed Flute, Lala Bay.

It contains a dark magic capable of cursing the listener, a melody of curse.

Seeing that his magic was ineffective against Westwood, Eligor came up with another idea.

“Oh, a flute?” Ximu looked at the magic flute Larabai in Eric’s hand. “I don’t have a good impression of this thing.”

"Listen to the song of death!" Erigor roared, channeling his magic into it.

Suddenly, an ancient melody arose from the magic flute. The sound was not particularly jarring, but it made one's head buzz.

"Hahaha, how about that! Feeling like your head is about to split open and you're about to die?"

Eligoll laughed loudly, "The Lala Bay is rumored to be a cursed flute that kills anyone who hears it, but as the caster, I am completely unaffected!"

The melody rippled outwards in all directions, Lucy covered her head, and even Natsu shook his head in annoyance.

Zhou Lan reached out, and an invisible barrier formed, silencing the flute melody that had reached beyond the battlefield.

The most agitated part of the flute music is where Ximu is located.

Eric Gor's laughter suddenly stopped.

He looked at his opponent.

Ximu remained steadily suspended in the air, looking at the magic flute with a puzzled expression.

"The skill level is average."

He listened for a while and then gave his evaluation.

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"How is that possible!"

Eligoll's eyes widened, and he grabbed the magic flute and shook it vigorously.

"How could you possibly not be affected!"

He suddenly became a little impatient.

In my imagination, Ximu should be falling from the sky right now, landing on the ground clutching his head and screaming in agony.

But the other person seemed to be in unusually good condition.

They even have the leisure to appreciate the music.

"This is impossible!" Erigor slammed the magic flute to the ground. "I've been tricked? The rumors are false?"

That's all he could think.

Could the cursed melody that promises certain death be a lie?

“No, that’s not right.” Erigor picked up the magic flute again. He clearly saw that Lucy and Natsu looked strange the moment the melody started.

The melody is real, so the problem lies in the fact that it is the enemy himself.

It's Ximu's problem.

He glared fiercely at Ximu.

"Oh? You finally figured it out?" Ximu met his gaze leisurely, a contemptuous smile on his face.

"How did you do that?" Eric Gor asked through gritted teeth.

"Is there really anyone who's afraid of a song?" Ximu shrugged, looking helpless. "As for the answer, I can tell you."

He looked at the magic flute and said disdainfully, "A demon is sealed inside. What melody? It's just the power of that demon."

"With power at this level, you think you can curse and kill Lord Ximu? You're far from it." He put his index finger and thumb together, his expression contemptuous.

With his insightful understanding, he had long since seen through the true nature of this magic flute, Lalabai.

This level of power is nothing more than a local demon, far from being able to shake this demon from another world.

The difference between these two is something Erico will never understand.

“Demon…” But Erigor seemed to grasp at a straw and murmured softly.

He suddenly remembered another rumor.

The demon created by the legendary dark mage, Zeref, was sealed inside a flute.

That demon was incredibly powerful, possessing the ability to destroy a city with ease.

“That must be it, that must be it!” Eric Gor suddenly became excited. “Since it’s a demon, let’s summon it.”

He made a bold decision.

"O demon, created by the legendary dark mage Serev, if you can hear me, please cease to be subservient to the magic flute and descend upon this world!"

"I am willing to offer my magic, just to destroy all the enemies before me..."

Suddenly, Erigor began chanting a prayer, and his magic flowed into the magic flute as if it were free.

After a moment of silence, the magic flute suddenly began to tremble.

A look of joy immediately spread across Eric's face.