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

“Father…” Kirei Kotomine hesitated.

"Keeri, there's an old saying among our neighbors: 'When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits.' The Holy Grail is of utmost importance, and I hope you understand what I mean!"

Kotomine Risuke sighed.

"Send Hassan out to continue acting as the eyes!"

"Yes!"

Kirei Kotomine nodded, and Hassan emerged from the shadows of the church.

"Continue to monitor all other participants, except for Caster and his Master!"

he ordered.

Hassan nodded and reached towards the door.

"If you can observe Caster from a distance, don't miss the opportunity!"

Kirei Kotomine pondered, muttering to himself, "I wonder where Caster is now..." At that moment, Hassan suddenly froze at the doorway.

Seeing Hassan's motionless figure, Kirei Kotomine looked puzzled. Just as he was about to speak, Hassan's face suddenly turned around as if a pointer had been swinging.

He said, "We probably don't need to look for Caster anymore..." "What do you mean?" Kotomine Risuke asked, puzzled.

Hassan pointed to the doorway and exclaimed in horror, "He's right here!"

"How is that possible? There are familiars everywhere outside the church. It's impossible for him to have gone unnoticed by us..." Kirei Kotomine looked out the window, but his next words were choked back by the sight before him.

Outside the church was a forest.

Looking up, the shadowy legion of ninjas filled every inch of space.

On the ground and on the tree trunks, the masked ninjas remained silent, as if they had blended into the air and merged with the dark night.

At a glance, thousands upon thousands of ninjas stood shoulder to shoulder, standing silently like statues.

This scene is chilling.

Kirei Kotomine moved quickly, glancing around.

The shadowy legion formed a black wall, completely surrounding the Holy Church.

"When did this happen... Hassan didn't even realize it..." His pupils dilated in shock.

With a thud, Yan Fengli leaned back and slumped to the ground, his wrinkles trembling.

"No, impossible! There are at least ten thousand of them! I've never heard of any Servant in history having such a summoning ability!" Faced with such a number, even the Hundred Faces, which they were originally proud of, were completely inadequate.

"Can we break through?" Yan Fengli asked, trembling.

Kirei Kotomine shook his head, a bitter look on his face.

He knew this was Caster's ability; Hassan, who was in charge of surveillance that night, was killed in the same way.

But he didn't expect there to be so many.

Such a number, let alone besieging a church, could have been used to wage a large-scale war even in ancient times.

The night wind had stopped.

Blocked by the dark wall, the wind could not enter the church.

Tens of thousands of Shadow Legion ninjas stood silently outside the church, like lifeless pieces of wood, seemingly waiting for a single command.

When did they appear? Nobody knows.

But the only thing that is certain is.

This place is a dead end, with nowhere to go.

"What...are they waiting for...?" A trembling question echoed from inside the church.

The hands of the clock ticked softly, gradually approaching midnight.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Church Waltz

The church was deathly silent.

One Hassan after another, each with a different form, appeared from the spiritual particles, some sitting and some standing.

But there is no doubt that we can't get out of here.

"He actually dared to forcibly break into the Holy Church! This is breaking the rules!" Yan Fengli said angrily as he recovered from his shock.

Kirei Kotomine simply stood quietly in the center of the church, without saying a word.

The so-called rules were broken from the very beginning.

Isn't that right? Their alliance with Tokiomi Tohsaka was handled from the very beginning by Risei Kotomine, who acted as the referee.

In the adult world, there are no rules, only force.

Through the window, he gazed at the Shadow Legion with a faint expression, muttering to himself, "Caster, you're really something. Even I can't suppress my curiosity. Just who are you?" He knew that the Holy Lord's Noble Phantasm was a Reality Marble, and he also knew that the Holy Lord had the ability to summon the Shadow Legion.

He saw all of this with his own eyes through Hassan's eyes.

But the situation we face now is completely the opposite.

Summoning so many familiars in the real world is a completely different concept from summoning them within a Reality Marble.

Moreover, while these ninjas may be slightly weaker than Hassan individually in terms of combat strength, their sheer number is simply terrifying.

Just how much magic does this guy have to squander?

Zhou Lan's image suddenly appeared in his mind, and he instantly understood.

It must be that guy.

He had never seen a magician who could reach that level.

Inside and outside the church, there was a deathly silence.

The shadowy legion had already appeared, but remained motionless, creating a tense atmosphere.

This is an unbearable torment.

Kirei Kotomine and Hassan are now like fish on a chopping board, but the butcher's knife has yet to be wielded.

This is undoubtedly a form of torture.

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead; it was a cruel and agonizing wait.

When all else is silent, the other sounds in the church become clear.

Tap, tap... Kirei Kotomine touched his chest.

Is that a heartbeat? Am I afraid? No, looking back, the clock on the wall is ticking softly.

The clock struck 11:59.

A ridiculous possibility suddenly occurred to him.

Kirei Kotomine grinned, took two steps back, and suddenly laughed strangely.

"So that's how it is, hahaha, Caster's Master, you really are an interesting person!" "Kirei?" Kotomine Riku was calling his name.

But Kirei Kotomine was completely absorbed in his own world. He stopped looking at the darkness outside the church and instead turned his gaze to the clock.

The hands moved steadily toward midnight, like a stop-motion animation.

"Is this how you get pleasure..." Kirei Kotomine said in a low voice.

Kotomine Ryougi looked at his son with confusion, then laughed inexplicably and started talking to himself inexplicably.

He's probably gone mad.

Now, in Kotomine Rise's mind, the so-called countermeasures they had just discussed seemed utterly clumsy and laughable compared to the densely packed army of shadowy figures outside.

While they were unknowingly plotting their schemes, the other side's familiars had already completely surrounded the church.

And yet, they are still shamelessly plotting to obtain the Holy Grail.

"Kirei, what are you looking at?" He followed Kirei Kotomine's gaze to the clock, whose hands pointed to midnight at that moment.

Kirei Kotomine opened his arms wide, as if embracing a deity, and exclaimed, "They are waiting!"

"Wait for what?" Yan Fengli was taken aback.

"Now!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the windows in the church wall suddenly burst open with a loud bang, and thousands of black shadows rushed in, shattering the glass into countless fragments.

The Shadow Legion moved.

At that moment, the moonlight that had been blocked by the dark walls of the Shadow Legion finally poured into the church.

Moonlight shone on the countless fragments, reflecting Kirei Kotomine's face.

He closed his eyes and smiled.

In that instant, tens of thousands of Shadow Legion ninjas, following a single will, rushed out and surged into the church.

In the distance, Zhou Lan floated quietly in the air.

He looked up and saw that the night sky after the rain was so clear, and even the moonlight was exceptionally bright.

His eyesight was excellent, and his gaze fell upon the church bathed in moonlight.

The area was almost entirely filled with black.

At this moment, the noise inside the church couldn't reach his ears; only streaks of blood spurted out from within.

At the broken window frame, Hassan, whose face was covered by a white mask, suddenly burst out with half of his body.

Immediately following was a barrage of shurikens that flew out and landed on his forehead, neck, waist, and abdomen.

He died almost instantly.

Half of his body lay supine, dangling from the windowsill, swaying gently in the moonlight.

Kirei Kotomine stood in the center of the church, surrounded by black-clad shadow ninjas who rushed back and forth, slaughtering his Servants.

He did not resist, but simply closed his eyes.

It's very noisy here.

Footsteps, screams, the whistling of blades cutting through the air—all the sounds blended together.

He listened with his eyes closed, like a symphony in a concert hall.

Kirei Kotomine suddenly felt a sense of pleasure.

I opened my eyes, and a pitch-black shadow loomed larger and larger in my field of vision.

In the night sky, Zhou Lan turned around and drifted away into the distance.

ended.

He seemed to be in a good mood, humming a song as he drifted away.

The night after the rain was quiet, which brought a sense of peace.

The Holy Lord's towering figure walked on the ground, following his direction.

One after another, dark shadows flew swiftly back from the direction of the church along the ground, like rivers flowing into the sea, merging with the shadow of the Holy Lord under the moonlight.

He seemed to be in a good mood.

Today's goal was achieved when the clock struck 12:01.

At this point, the third participant was eliminated.

...In a secluded, unassuming room, Weber Velvet stared intently at the television screen.

Beside him, the strong-looking Rider, Iskandar, the Conqueror, sat on the small bed.

The news is being broadcast on television.

Last night, a tragedy occurred at a church in Fuyuki City.

"Assassin is eliminated too, it must have been Caster who did it!"

Weber was certain of it.

Then a look of fear crossed his face as he said with lingering apprehension, "That level of power is definitely not something we can defeat... Perhaps we should join forces with Saber and Berserker, but it seems that even that wouldn't work..." He muttered to himself, his face filled with anxiety.