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

The Holy Lord stood up and naturally put the comic book into his suit jacket.

Standing at the door, he laughed and said, "I thought at least someone would come after me and say something stupid like I have to pay!"

Zhou Lan said, "Tokiomi Tohsaka has already paid for us!"

"Really?" The Holy Lord paused for a moment, then said with a hint of boredom, "Looks like we're missing something fun!"

The two stepped into the rain.

On the street, a girl waiting for the tram quickly patted her companion and exclaimed in surprise, "Did you see that just now? Those two people weren't using umbrellas!"

Her companion asked curiously, "Why didn't you use an umbrella?" "But..." the girl hesitated, "it's like the rain is avoiding them, it's amazing!"

"Perhaps you're mistaken!"

"How is that possible! There was someone floating in the air, I saw it with my own eyes!"... Today is the third day of the Holy Grail War.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street, especially when Zhou Lan arrived at the street corner, the road was already deserted.

He stopped and stretched out his hand.

An invisible magic spread out, and instantly, a sound like shattering glass rang in my ears.

"Come out!"

He said.

At the corner, Kenneth appeared before Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord, holding an umbrella.

His expression was strange, and he was about to speak subconsciously.

However, Zhou Lan interrupted him, saying, "Never seen it before!"

Kenneth's expression froze instantly, and he stood there stunned.

His intended words were anticipated.

Zhou Lan felt somewhat helpless.

These magicians, each and every one of them, have their minds filled with the root of things.

But it’s not incomprehensible.

After all, people always yearn for higher levels of power and fantasize about an existence that knows everything and can explain the ultimate truth of everything.

Almost everyone with goals and aspirations is bound to have this belief.

Unfortunately, Zhou Lan did not believe in this principle.

At the same time, his existence and that of the Holy Lord plunged many Masters into doubt and despair.

They see no hope in this Holy Grail War.

Kenneth was one of them.

As one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower, he couldn't see through the magician in front of him at all.

Undeniably, he was also a genius.

At a young age, he became one of the twelve monarchs, a powerful magician, and even qualified to teach at the Clock Tower.

But it wasn't enough against Zhou Lan.

The barrier that had been prepared for so long shattered with a simple wave of the other party's hand.

Has the so-called genius in the mundane sense reached the threshold to be able to meet the man before him? Kenneth didn't know.

The only thing he was certain of was that the opponent's power was so great that it could destroy everyone as easily as crushing insects.

This level of power shouldn't exist in a magician.

But the reality is that he witnessed it all firsthand.

Kenneth clenched his fist slightly and called out, "Lancer!"

Diarmuid appeared beside him, spear in hand, and bowed, saying, "My lord!"

"Lancer!"

Kenneth whispered, raising his hand as the two Command Seals slowly vanished. "I grant you a fair duel. As a knight, challenge the Caster before you to a duel!"

"My lord!" Diarmuid's pupils trembled slightly.

Caster's strength is now widely known.

At this moment, he is no match for them.

But the next second, he suddenly realized something, and a knowing smile appeared on his handsome face.

Diarmuid bowed slightly to Kenneth and said, "I understand. Thank you for giving me a graceful exit!"

His Master, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, set aside his pride.

At the same time, it also respected Diarmuid as a knight and his knightly will.

With a graceful flourish of his spear, Diarmuid, full of vigor, declared in a resounding voice, "Caster, in the name of Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, a warrior of the Fiona Knights, I challenge you to a glorious knightly duel!" Zhou Lan slowly drifted away, leaving the space to the Holy Lord.

He understood what Kenneth was doing.

The other person had already given up hope.

They tried to unite, but in the end, even someone as powerful as Archer was dead.

When faced with an opponent you cannot defeat, since the outcome cannot be changed, it's better to lose gracefully.

At this very moment, the Holy Lord stood with his hands in his pockets, his human form seemingly exuding a touch of languor, yet his evil aura remained ever-present.

He scoffed, "You're no match for me!"

Diarmuid smiled and said, "I understand, but it would be my honor to fight to the death against an opponent like you!"

The Holy Lord shrugged: "It seems you're prepared to die!"

"Of course! Unleash your Noble Phantasm, Caster!" Diarmuid's voice boomed like thunder.

He knew, of course, that the Holy Lord was not at his peak in his current state, and that if he made a move now, he might gain a slight advantage.

But as a knight, his honor forbade him to act.

A duel between knights should, of course, be a fair display of their full strength.

This is the chivalrous spirit that has always been ingrained in his bones and has remained consistent with him.

Diarmuid Audie was such a person.

Of course, more importantly, that powerful Master was willing to give him such an opportunity.

Otherwise, given his strength, he wouldn't even have a chance to stand up right now.

His gaze shifted slightly, and he silently bowed deeply to Zhou Lan.

"very good!"

The Holy Lord stretched slightly, "It seems we've found the person for today!"

He stretched out his arms, and "Glory of the Ancient Demon" unfolded in an instant.

The world changed color in an instant, then returned to normal.

This was a battle with no suspense whatsoever.

He was nothing more than a knight charging toward an opponent he could never defeat.

And so he went to his death contentedly.

Chapter Thirty-Three: No need to look anymore, they've already arrived.

No force is without roots or floating.

Holy Grail.

This legendary all-powerful wish-granting machine's ability to fulfill wishes doesn't come from nowhere.

When a Servant who is a Heroic Spirit dies, their soul returns to the Holy Grail.

Only a Holy Grail that has absorbed all the magic power can be called a wish-granting machine.

Now, two Servants have already left the game.

Their magic watered the Holy Grail.

But that's still not enough.

That night.

In the cathedral church.

Kotomine Riki was pacing back and forth anxiously.

As the referee, he certainly understood what was happening.

But since last night, his ally Tokiomi Tohsaka has almost completely cut off all contact.

His son, Kirei Kotomine, originally studied under Tokiomi Tohsaka, and moved to the Tokiomi family home during the Holy Grail War to discuss countermeasures together.

Now they've been invited back.

The once unbreakable alliance suddenly fell apart after the death of Archer, Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant.

"Kirei!"

He called out.

Kirei Kotomine emerged from the shadows of the church and said in a deep voice, "I'm here!"

"What do you think of the current situation?" Yan Fengli asked his son.

"Hmm..." Kirei Kotomine pondered for a moment.

His eyes, one of the followers of Hassan, had already been crushed by the Holy Lord when he pulled them into the Realm of Limits from the very beginning.

However, the teacher, Tokiomi Tohsaka, refused to say a word.

The alliance was sadly severed, and the only information that could be gleaned from him was that Caster was very strong, and Caster's Master was even stronger.

Like Kotomine Risei, he now only knows the result, not the process.

"Tokiomi betrayed our alliance, but don't forget, Kirei, you were also a participant!"

Yan Fengli is right.

Kirei Kotomine quickly understood the meaning behind his father's words. He said with great fear, "Hassan is not good at direct combat, and although I didn't see that Master make a move, Caster is very strong..." "Kirei, the Holy Grail War is not a one-on-one game. Neither the magic families nor our Holy Church will allow the Holy Grail to fall into the hands of an outsider who doesn't know where he came from!"

He murmured, "Saber and Rider haven't been eliminated yet, Berserker is still here, the war isn't over. You should know more about those Masters than I do!"

Kirei Kotomine nodded and analyzed one by one: "Kiritsugu Emiya is a powerful man who is ruthless and meticulous. His Servant Saber is even more powerful."

Rider is Alexander the Great, who conquered the continents of Asia, Europe and Africa in history. He also possesses great power. As for his Master Waver, he is still an inexperienced student.

But Berserker, I know very little about him!

Kotomine Ryomasa glanced at his son with satisfaction and waved his hand, saying, "Berserker's Master is that Matou kid. His magical power was already inadequate before the Holy Grail War started, but he forcibly increased it with Crest Worms. Just keep an eye on Berserker!"

"Oh, right!" he suddenly said, "Lancer has also been eliminated, and his Master Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald is preparing to leave Fuyuki!"

"He gave up quite decisively!"

Kotomine Ryougi said in a deep thought.

Having not witnessed the fight between the other party and Lancer firsthand, he was unable to ascertain the true extent of the other party's strength.

"Any news from Hassan?" he asked.

Kirei Kotomine shook his head helplessly.

He had no way of explaining this to himself.

His follower Hassan possessed exceptional stealth and infiltration abilities, yet he was completely out of Zhou Lan's sight.

Many times, Hassan had barely touched him before he was crushed to death from a great distance.

If he keeps probing like this, he'll kill almost all of Bai Mao by himself.

"Perhaps we could try having Saber and Rider fight Caster first, and then you could take the Holy Grail!"

Kotomine Risei's words were startling and definitive.