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

Even with the authority of the Magic Council, they couldn't find a single clue or detail about Zhou Lan's background.

The only thing they knew was that the other party was not a member of the Fairy Tail guild, but frequently visited the guild.

The other party's identity is also shrouded in mystery, which makes it impossible not to be wary.

“Interesting.” Zhou Lan nodded. “I did kill the Ghost Ruler, but as for the sin you mentioned… unfortunately, I didn’t see it.”

Zhou Lan spread her hands, looking completely at ease.

"This guy... is so arrogant." A whisper came from the jury.

“Destroying a registered guild, isn’t that a crime?” Gerald slammed his fist on the table.

“No.” Zhou Lan shook his head, then looked at Gerald with interest and asked softly:

"If an ant raises its weapon to attack you, and you step on it and kill it, can that be considered a crime?"

After Zhou Lan finished speaking, the courtroom fell silent.

They suddenly realized that what Zhou Lan was saying was actually beyond their understanding.

The other person seems to have a unique thought process.

Interrogation is a form of rebuttal, but at this moment, they were somewhat at a loss as to how to refute Zhou Lan's words.

After a long pause, Gerald pondered for a moment before continuing, "How can you be so sure that the Phantom Lord is the ant you describe?"

“That’s right. Although I hate Joseph, he is a living, breathing person and a mage. The Phantom Lords have their own bases and members.”

Gerald's direct gaze met Zhou Lan's, and for some reason, he felt a sense of disgust towards Zhou Lan's gentle eyes.

Like a rock that has remained unchanged for millions of years, it has never changed.

From the moment the other party entered the courtroom, he had been observing and sizing up Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan's demeanor and bearing have remained unchanged to this day.

Gerald examined his own heart and suddenly realized that he didn't truly hate her, but rather that Zhou Lan's gaze had made him feel a little insecure.

“Good question.” Zhou Lan chuckled, her voice light and airy, reaching the ears of everyone in the courtroom.

"If I say he is, then he is; no one else needs to confirm it."

The courtroom fell silent once again.

Everyone was shocked by the arrogance of the guy in front of them.

No matter how unlikable Joseph may be, he is still one of the Ten Archmages. Even if there is a power gap among the Ten Archmages, he shouldn't have become an ant as Zhou Lan described.

If that's the case, then what are they?

“They’re just ants too,” Zhou Lan smiled.

He seemed to hear the thoughts of everyone in the courtroom, and his words pierced their hearts.

"I can't take it anymore, this guy..." One hot-tempered person immediately spoke angrily, but was stopped by the others.

"Don't be impulsive, this is an interrogation, not a fight."

Some clever people have already realized that Gerald and Zhou Lan have taken over the interrogation.

Especially Gerald.

Although the other side did eliminate the Spectre Ruler, they are not enemies yet, so there is no need to go to such extremes.

On the other side, Gerald was speechless for a moment.

He found himself unable to out-argue Zhou Lan; his meticulously planned interrogation was swayed from the very first sentence she uttered.

Zhou Lan's gaze seemed to have seen through his thoughts long ago.

Zhou Lan indeed saw through Gerald's thoughts.

Unlike the others, he had read the script.

Influenced by dark forces, Jellal desires to resurrect Zeref, the progenitor of dark magic, and has created the Tower of Paradise for this purpose, which is now nearing completion.

Zhou Lan was fully aware of all of this.

But there is one major problem that Gerald has not yet figured out.

That is, Zeref never died, so how could he be resurrected?

The person isn't dead, so why are you trying to revive them?

Zhou Lan raised the corners of her mouth, her lips moved slightly, and a faint, ethereal voice rang in Gerald's ear.

"Child, does Zeref know that you so desperately want to resurrect him?"

In an instant, Gerald's expression changed drastically.

He quickly looked around. It seemed that only he could hear the voice; it was Zhou Lan's voice.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

How did Zhou Lan find out?

Who is he?

We have to cover his mouth, no, we have to kill him!

In an instant, Gerald's magic surged, piercing the entire courtroom with light.

Before the members of the Magic Council could even react, Jellal made his move.

Completely bewildered, they quickly retreated.

"Geralt, what are you doing!?"

"Young man, there's no need for such temperament."

Despite the questioning and persuasion, Gerald ignored them. A magic circle shone above the courtroom, and a murderous intent surged toward Zhou Lan.

"I don't know what you're talking about, anyway..."

Gerald's eyes flashed with a blood-red killing intent as he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll kill you first!"

Chapter 327 Celestial Magic

His plot was exposed, and a surge of heat rushed straight to Gerald's head.

He didn't have time to think about all that.

His only thought was that he had to kill this strange archmage in front of him.

The Tower of Paradise and Zeref must never be known to the Magic Council. He didn't know how Zhou Lan knew, but there was one thing.

Dead people can't talk.

A magic circle unfolded above the courtroom, causing magical energy to surge and collide in all directions.

"Are you crazy, Gerald!" Makarov roared, preparing to step forward.

The other members of the Magic Council retreated, except for the woman who had spoken up for Jellal at the beginning.

Gerald did not answer, but simply unleashed his magic to his heart's content.

He controls celestial magic.

Forbidden magic created by ancient mages utilizes the laws of celestial motion to trigger magical resonance, resulting in extremely high destructive power and strength.

"Seven Star Sword!" Gerald roared.

In an instant, magic power erupted from the magic circle.

Seven thick beams of light, shaped like the Big Dipper, instantly descended, obscuring Zhou Lan's figure.

Inside the pillar of light, immense magical power destroyed everything; this power was enough to obliterate everything.

Gerald curled the corners of his mouth and finally smiled.

The details about celestial magic and his intervention can be explained later; compared to the Tower of Paradise that resurrected Zeref, it's nothing.

Just as Makarov's mistakes could be forgiven, so too could Zeref's.

The key is that Zhou Lan cannot be allowed to reveal any information, not even the slightest bit, about the Tower of Paradise; that place cannot withstand investigation.

Otherwise, he would surely perish.

A voice suddenly rang out from within the dazzling pillar of light of the Celestial Magic Seven Star Sword.

Gerald's lips immediately curled into a smile.

"So this is how local gangs operate." Zhou Lan's voice drifted in through the curtain of the Seven Star Sword's beam of light.

"How is this possible!" Gerald's expression changed, and the other beams of light hurriedly rushed towards the source of the sound.

But his celestial magic didn't seem to work; Zhou Lan's voice continued to ring out calmly, seemingly unaffected.

"Now I'm going to do things my way."

This statement sounds like a decision.

The moment the words fell, the seven beams of the Seven Star Sword merged into one, replacing the magic spotlight and illuminating the center of the entire courtroom.

For Zhou Lan, this was nothing more than a brighter spotlight.

In an instant, a dark gash appeared in the curtain of light from the Seven Star Sword.

It felt like being torn apart by an unseen hand.

A faint figure slowly emerged from the opening.

Zhou Lan seemed to be walking on clouds as she stepped out from behind the curtain onto the stage.

He was not in the slightest bit disheveled; Gerald's celestial magic had not left even the slightest trace on him.

Even the robe he was wearing was completely free of dirt and burn marks.

This scene left the other magic council mages completely stunned.

Especially Makarov, who stared wide-eyed at Zhou Lan's back.

He knew that Zhou Lan had killed the Spectre, but trapped by the magic of the wind elemental Aria, he was unable to witness the whole process.

Now, this is the first time he has personally witnessed Zhou Lan take action.

"So strong."

The same thought flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.

Gerald's celestial magic was incredibly powerful. If they had been hit by that Seven Star Sword, they would not have died so easily, even if they hadn't.

The magic seemed to have missed him entirely.

"Celestial magic, it's not very useful to me, but it's not bad either."

Zhou Lan gave a brief evaluation.

He reached out and pinched it.

The light of the Seven Star Sword completely dissipated.

The wrecked ground remained, telling the story of what had just happened.

The celestial magic released by Gerald was held between his two fingers, transforming into a tiny, translucent ball of light.

Zhou Lan smiled nonchalantly and casually stuffed the ball of light into her wide sleeve.

And so the earth-shaking magic abruptly ended.

"What kind of magic is this?!" A gasp of surprise echoed through the ruined courtroom.

This power was far beyond the limits of a mage's imagination.

He condensed the immense magical power in an instant, then gathered it up and tucked it into his sleeve.

It felt as relaxed and natural as picking up a dish from a dining table.

Many judges were stunned by Zhou Lan's effortless and charming demeanor.

Gerald, as the person involved, couldn't help but feel a jolt of unease.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have met his match.

Looking across the entire Kingdom of Fiore, there are probably only a handful of people who can achieve this level of skill.