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

A scorching beam of flame swept across Berserker's entire body, dispersing the black mist that swirled around him.

The jet-black armor shattered in the Holy Lord's mouth, vanishing into countless tiny stars.

After a while.

With a flick of his arm, the Holy Lord sent Berserker flying to the ground.

Having lost the armor to conceal his form, he finally revealed his true appearance.

It must be said that the Holy Lord is indeed a master at healing rampages.

Before him, Berserker's eyes were much clearer. Under the Holy Lord's outburst, he shed his berserk state and knelt on both knees.

"Lancelot, Knight of the Lake, it's a pity your long-cherished wish cannot be fulfilled!"

Zhou Lan clapped her hands gently, and he finally appeared after witnessing everything.

Lancelot really had little chance of winning against the Holy Lord.

As his Master, Kariya Matou lacked magical power and even abandoned him at this moment.

Although he possesses a Noble Phantasm that grants knights immunity to death with their bare hands, he can't think of any way to win unless he can grab the Earth upside down.

Lancelot knelt on both knees, on the verge of annihilation. He trembled as he said, "What a terrifyingly powerful fellow..." He raised his head, gazing faintly at the blood-red sky above, and murmured to himself, "Arthur... Your Majesty..." The next second, his body shattered into ashes.

Zhou Lan turned and whispered, "Another guy yearning for redemption, feeling guilty for his betrayal..." The Knight of the Lake, who had a forbidden love with King Arthur's wife Guinevere, could never reach the reality of being redeemed.

He, who longed for King Arthur's punishment, finally fell here.

"Let's go back!"

Zhou Lan let out a soft cry.

"Let's give that guy, Matou Kariya, a little bit of happiness!"

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Zhou Lan's Wish?

"Your life is like a candle in the wind!"

This was the first thing Zhou Lan said to Matou Kariya when they met again.

"I know!"

Suppressing his pain, Matou Kariya gave a bitter smile.

The infestation by the Markworms caused multiple organ failure in his body, and he had long been prepared to die after the war ended.

He glanced at Matou Sakura, who was staring blankly at him, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

He looked up at the floating figure in the air and pleaded, "You...you promised me...Sakura's body, cough cough—" Berserker was dead, and he had lost the chance to continue fighting. He had ordered Berserker to kill Zouken Matou.

This family is on the verge of destruction.

But it was all worth it.

Aoi's daughter is right here; he rescued her! Zouken Matou deserves to die, he deserves to die too, but Sakura is the only innocent one.

Zhou Lan remained silent for a moment, then slowly descended to stand before him, her gaze lowered.

Matou Kariya knelt down and slowly raised his upper body while holding Matou Sakura.

His eyes were hopeful, like those of a poor soul waiting for divine mercy.

At this moment, Zhou Lan was his god! "The marking insects are relentlessly modifying her body..." Zhou Lan slightly beckoned, and a disgusting insect struggled to be pulled out of Matou Sakura's body.

Bound by gravity, it was held in mid-air by Zhou Lan.

It struggled and twisted incessantly, yearning to return to its previous body.

When you close your fingers, the insect bursts into insect pulp under the pull of gravity.

"I must say, your father is much smarter than you!"

Zhou Lan sighed.

"What do you mean?" Matou Kariya's eyes widened in surprise.

"Your agreement was a dead end from the start. That old guy has long since used this body as a vessel!"

"You mean, he still has a backup plan?" Matou Kariya was stunned; he couldn't see it at all.

Although he was a descendant of the Matou family, he knew very little about insect magic.

“Some of Matou Sakura’s nerves have been modified to withstand Matou Zouken’s will. Indeed, even if you kill Matou Zouken, his consciousness will not dissipate!”

With just one glance, Zhou Lan saw through Matou Sakura's true nature.

She was modified as a vessel.

Nothing about her could escape the eyes of the evil wizard.

Upon hearing this, Matou Kariya's face contorted in pain.

He clenched his teeth, his hatred almost palpable.

In Zouken Matou's eyes, there was no trace of kinship or humanity.

Everything was merely a means for him to achieve immortality.

"My powers are not good at support and healing!"

Zhou Lan said calmly.

Matou Kariya bowed his head heavily and said in a deep voice, "You must have a way, right? I have already fulfilled your request..." "Of course!"

Zhou Lan interrupted him, laughing, "After all, I'm a demon wizard too!"

Like the famous painting "The Creation of Adam," he lightly tapped his finger downwards, and a faint green light fell down, penetrating Matou Sakura's curled-up body.

A curse.

A power completely different from the magic of this world.

Zhou Lan was very fortunate that on the first day she escaped from hell in her soul form, she went to her father's antique shop to browse through the collection of books.

His words to the Holy Lord were not empty promises.

Reading books is not only about learning magic in this world, but also about recalling the wisdom that was once erased by hell.

Although the effect wasn't strong, it was sufficient for the foundation of the ancient demons.

He pointed downwards with one finger and whispered, "Dispel!"

The modern sealing spell, the exorcising spell, and the ancient reconstruction spell in his mind.

A magical power carrying a faint air of immortality slowly spread out.

Sakura Matou frowned, and a mournful insect chirping sound came from her body.

A green light swept by, and Matou Sakura suddenly woke up, struggling to fall from Matou Kariya's arms and bending over to vomit.

Zhou Lan withdrew her magic, casually putting her hands back into her wide sleeves.

He said calmly, "Keeping promises is a compulsory course for devils!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bored Holy Lord suddenly raised an eyebrow.

What do you mean? Are you targeting him? He spread his hands and, mimicking Zhou Lan's calm tone, replied in a low voice, "As everyone knows, that's indeed the case!"

"Sakura! Sakura!" Matou Kariya cried with joy, hugging Sakura and calling out to her repeatedly.

“Kariya… Uncle?” Zhou Lan turned around and slowly floated towards the outside of the Matou family mansion.

The show here has come to an end.

Kariya Matou won't live much longer, and as for what happens to them afterward, it's none of his business.

Although Matou Kariya is not a likable guy, at least he knows how to behave properly.

Even though he knew his days were numbered, he still didn't have the nerve to ask Zhou Lan to solve his mark worm problem.

Looking back, he saw that he had already put Sakura aside and was walking back towards the underground insect warehouse.

Zhou Lan heard his murmurs.

"What magic family... I'm going to end the Matou family's insect magic. Sakura, when Uncle dies, burn me to ashes too, okay?" In the pitch-black night, a huge fire raged in the Matou family mansion.

On the way back, Zhou Lan slowly said, "Rider's Master sent word that his Servant, Iskandar, wants to have a duel between kings with you!"

The Holy Lord raised his head and laughed, "Very good!"

"His Noble Phantasm is the same as yours, it's also a Reality Marble, I think it must be very interesting!"

Zhou Lan said expectantly.

Rider, Iskandar the Conqueror, was Alexander the Great, who conquered the continents of Asia, Europe, and Africa.

Zhou Lan recalled information about him in her mind.

Without a doubt, Rider is not weak.

Although his Master Waver Velvet was young and inexperienced, appearing somewhat timid, he was essentially a young genius of the Clock Tower.

As I recall, in the original storyline, Iskandar was only slightly inferior to Gilgamesh.

The reason for his defeat lies in the divinity he possessed.

If the Holy Lord hadn't been a demon devoid of divinity, he would most likely have been bound by the Chains of Heaven and wouldn't have won so easily.

The Holy Lord counted the remaining opponents on his fingers, and after a moment he smiled and said, "My brother, after you obtain the Holy Grail, I'm curious what wish you will make?" "My wish?" Zhou Lan paused in the moonlight.

The Holy Grail's ability to grant wishes is limited to the magical power of the Servants whose souls it absorbs.

In other words, it is not omnipotent.

Moreover, the Holy Grail has long been corrupted, so even if a wish is made, all wishes will be fulfilled in a distorted way.

The eyes of a demon always point to the essence of things.

Thinking of this, Zhou Lan said firmly, "Brother, what I need has never been the Holy Grail, or the ability to make wishes with the Holy Grail!"

All I need is a vessel brimming with magic, nothing more!

Just like that famous saying.

The spell itself is never important; what matters is the magic within it.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: A War Between Kings!

A fire buried everything.

Everyone in Fuyuki City is living in fear.

Besides the gas explosion, the series of arson and bizarre deaths have made this place seem somewhat dangerous.

News reports indicate that the Matou family's residence was destroyed in the fire, and Shinji Matou, a descendant of the Matou family, was taken into custody.

The fire appears to have been started by a man named Kariya Matou, but he disappeared after setting the fire.

The series of disasters seemed to foreshadow the imminent end of an unknown war.

Fuyuki City is rife with undercurrents, but the one who started it all is simply waiting for time to pass.

"Nighttime is the best time for battle!"

"It's secluded and quiet, and the moon is beautiful; it will at least add a touch of subtle pathos to the heroes' deadly battle!"

"What do you think?" Zhou Lan sighed softly, gazing at the distant night sky.

A thunderclap resounded, and a steed called the Distant Devastation and Domination descended from the night sky.

The tall and strong servant Rider finally arrived at the appointed time.

The oxcart circled once in the night sky before slowly landing on the ground.

"Caster! I am the Conqueror King, and with the Holy Grail as my wager, I challenge you to the throne!" he shouted passionately, pointing his sword at the night sky.

Inside the car, Webber shrank back and covered his face with his hands.

Rider's domineering aura is indeed very strong, but it also makes him feel a bit like a teenager.

In the air, Zhou Lan clapped her hands gently.

With his applause, the Holy Lord emerged from the spiritual form, still in human form.