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

The next second, a scorching flame enveloped his entire body as if he had been baptized, and the true form of the demon descended.

As they faced off under the tranquil night sky, Zhou Lan glanced at the Holy Lord, a sudden sense of absurdity flashing through her mind.

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, thinking that with his skill level, he should be considered a Pokémon training master.

That is, if Shendu can be considered a "Pokémon".

"Rider, go and fulfill your wish!"

Weber said in a low voice.

He used three Command Seals at once.

Although he didn't believe his Servant could win, as Master, he respected all of Iskandar's choices.

"Hahaha! I can feel your determination!" Iskandar patted Webber's shoulder gently.

This time he didn't use force.

Zhou Lan: "Holy Lord!"

The Holy Lord hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and said, "Roar—" Although he did not understand why Zhou Lan wanted him to do this.

But the Holy Lord guessed that this was probably just his perverse sense of humor.

After all, he's the older brother, so it's not a big deal to indulge his nonsense.

He took a step, his dragon-shaped feet leaving cracks in the ground.

Iskandar raised his sword, and almost simultaneously, they both let out a low growl.

The sky changed color in an instant.

The blood-red sky swept across the land, and the yellow desert stretched as far as the eye could see.

"The Glory of the Ancient Demons" and "The Army of the King" descended simultaneously.

Both being Noble Phantasms with inherent barriers, they are locked in a fierce battle.

The world suddenly changed.

The magnificent palace, paved with floor tiles, suddenly stood tall, while in the distance, a cloud of yellow sand swept in, billowing with dust and smoke.

Iskandar has unleashed his Noble Phantasm.

"King's Army" Rank: EX (Anti-Army Noble Phantasm) Type: Realistic Marble Effect: Creates a Realistic Marble called "Infinitely Vast Scorching Desert" and summons soldiers who were once under the command of the King.

Zhou Lan calmly gazed at the battlefield.

With their respective Noble Phantasms activated simultaneously, the Holy Lord and Iskandar are evenly matched.

The blood-red sky and the endless yellow sand formed a bright dividing line in the center of the world, like the Chu-Han border.

The Holy Lord sat atop the dragon chariot, his arm raised high, and the dragon legion roared forth.

And the other side.

In the scorching desert.

Tens of thousands of heroic warriors formed an indestructible army, led by Iskandar, the Conqueror King, and the army of the former kings reappeared.

Their morale was high, and their killing intent soared into the sky.

This is a rare scene, just like one depicted in an epic poem.

It was not just a confrontation between kings, but also a contest between the legions they once led.

The tens of thousands of heroic warriors summoned by Iskandar undoubtedly had the numerical advantage.

During their lifetimes, they closely followed Iskandar, the conqueror king, conquering east and west, and traversing the Eurasian continent.

These warriors are all independent Heroic Spirits, possessing complete self-awareness and combat power, and even including some generals who possess Noble Phantasms.

Completely different arrogance confronts each other at the dividing line of the world.

Iskandar drove his chariot, raised his sword high, and issued his commands as king.

He roared, "Conquer!!!" His voice was like thunder, echoing through the sky.

The hoarse voice of the Holy Lord pierced through, declaring, "My soldiers—" The dragon legion surged down from above, heading towards the dividing line of the world, while the formation of heroic warriors also stirred up dust to meet the enemy.

The minions of the fire demon occupied the sky, flapping their wings, splitting their dragon jaws, and spewing forth a vast expanse of flames from the heavens.

On the ground, the Legion of Heroes advanced against the raging flames.

Despite being engulfed in flames, he remained fearless.

The battle was extremely fierce from the very first contact.

A rain of arrows, fired by the heroic warriors, covered the sky, and one dragon after another fell with mournful cries.

As they approached the ground, soldiers on horseback intercepted them.

They cooperated seamlessly with each other, just as they had in life.

The horseshoes kicked up flames, burning hot under the scorching heat of the desert.

One after another, figures collapsed in the flames.

In a very short time, the dividing line of the world was filled with corpses.

The crimson sky, reflecting the flames, took on a golden-red hue, carrying the oppressive aura of an ancient beast, colliding and contrasting with the rolling yellow sand.

This is a war between nations! The contest is not just about soldiers, but also about the clash of their soaring spirits.

The sound of horns mingled with the roars of dragons, like the army of a kingdom from another world battling a monstrous dragon.

Brilliant lightning rose from the ground, and chariots pulled by several flying-hoofed thunder oxen charged out from the rolling yellow sand.

Iskandar, sword in hand, fought amidst a multitude of dragons.

His entire body was surrounded by lightning, a power derived from the legendary Zeus, which possessed immense destructive force against armies and buildings.

He led the battlefield as he had in life, and the rolling lightning killed the dragon.

This is a king, a true king! In the distance, the Holy Lord snorted and his figure flashed instantly.

He drew a perfect line in space and instantly stood in the center of the battlefield, blocking Iskandar's chariot.

The Thunder Bull with Flying Hooves leaped high and then stomped down heavily, aiming to crush the bull with overwhelming force.

The dazzling lightning struck the Holy Lord, relentlessly destroying his body.

However, the Noble Phantasm-level Horse Talisman instantly wiped away these injuries, and his figure swelled up, standing on the ground with his eyes level with Iskandar.

"Hahaha, that's exhilarating! Let the king conquer!" Iskandar roared, swinging his sword down with a thunderous roar.

Chapter Forty: The world is vast, yet also very small, isn't it, Zhou Lan?

Thunderous might—this is the divine power said to originate from Zeus, the king of the gods.

The Holy Lord raised his hand to block the sword's edge, while the relentless thunder tried to extinguish his life force.

"Is that all? Not enough, not nearly enough!" he roared, and the Noble Phantasm-level horse talisman flashed, instantly restoring his body to its full strength. He forcefully pushed the chariot aside against the flying hoofed thunder bull.

Looking around, the dragon legion finally suffered from being outnumbered, with only a few dragons circling in the rain of arrows.

Behind them, in the sky above the palace, one after another, giant dragons were born.

However, the speed of regeneration could not keep up with the speed at which the heroic warriors were slaying.

These heroic warriors were warriors who served under the King of Conquerors in their lifetimes, conquering the world and becoming renowned for their prowess.

In terms of legion warfare alone, it is an extremely powerful force.

Without a Noble Phantasm like Gilgamesh's that can counter all enchanted barriers, it would be extremely difficult to confront them head-on.

Many heroic warriors now have their hands free, galloping across the yellow sands, howling as they raise their swords, and hunting around the Holy Lord.

Iskandar drove his chariot, circled the desert, and returned to fight once more.

Lightning flashed and countless killing intents appeared, ready to cut down the king who dared to charge into the center of the battlefield.

The figures were numerous, densely packed like insects drawn to a flame.

The Holy Lord stood motionless, and the next second, an aura of power comparable to a city-wide treasure surged forth. He grinned, and a mighty pillar of flame pierced through the desert.

A corridor-like passage was carved out amidst the endless yellow sand.

In just a moment, a thousand warriors perished under the Noble Phantasm-level Dragon Talisman.

But soon, the empty battlefield was filled with yellow sand and soldiers again.

One after another, fearless and undaunted, each person embodies the essence of conquest.

Next came the Noble Phantasm-level Pig Talisman, a golden beam of light with powerful penetrating force that swept across the battlefield.

The Holy Lord was like a boss in a dungeon being besieged, standing firm against a thousand attacks amidst the swirling yellow sand.

"Annoying bugs!"

He spoke in a hoarse voice.

Several general-level heroic warriors finally rushed forward, raised their swords high, and slashed through the yellow sand, drawing blood. They then retreated after a single touch.

The Holy Lord snorted coldly, and his injuries were completely healed.

Although his two killing moves wiped out many warriors, it was still not enough.

The dragon legion teetered precariously in the sky, its replenishment process far too slow! This was precisely where the Holy Lord was at a disadvantage, despite both being legions.

When he was king, he single-handedly suppressed Asia, with almost no one daring to resist him. Whenever the dragon legion swept across the sky, all who resisted knelt down.

These heroic warriors, their experience and patience are forged in countless battles.

There is a difference in essence.

Even Hassan would find it difficult to fight them one-on-one, let alone the fact that many of them were general-level warriors with Noble Phantasms among them.

The Holy Lord shook off the surging crowd and used the momentum to jump backward.

He lowered his eyes slightly.

The Shadow Legion is not effective on this battlefield.

But it doesn't matter, he has a simpler and more direct way.

He clasped his hands together, and the earth trembled beneath his feet.

In front of the magnificent palace, along the path for audiences with the emperor, nine towering statues rise from the ground.

These nine statues are several tens of feet tall, each with a different shape and a ferocious, inhuman face. Some hold swords, some wear knives, and some wield spears.

Donning armor and wielding sharp weapons! As the nine statues rose, a magnificent aura of iron and blood was unleashed.

The Holy Lord roared, "Awaken, my commanders!" He suddenly spread his arms, and nine beams of light shot from his body into the nine statues.

Noble Phantasm Rank: Rat Talisman! Possesses the power to transform stillness into movement.

The ground trembled incessantly, and the statue slowly came back to life, as if breaking free from the shackles of time, with large amounts of stone cascading down.

In an instant, the sacred sound rose again! The nine commanders gazed intently at the yellow sand.

"How dare you disturb my lord!" The nine voices merged into one, breaking through the brick wall and heading towards the dividing line of the battlefield.

Zhou Lan's eyes flickered slightly.

If it weren't for the Holy Lord's power, he would have almost forgotten that the other party had this ability.

He murmured, "Gather the armies of the world to cast nine golden statues, and place them before the palace. This is the spirit of the ruler of the world..." In his eyes, nine commanders, resurrected from the river of time, stepped on the yellow sand and stood under the sky, charging into the battlefield.

His armor, shimmering with crimson light, charged straight in.

Even though the enemy outnumbered us, we still pressed forward relentlessly.

The Conqueror King's heroic warriors could only gallop beneath their feet, each step stirring up hundreds of feet of yellow sand.

A commander wielded his sword and struck down, instantly splitting the earth into ravines.

Then a commander swept across with his spear, cutting through the yellow sand as if entering an empty field.

Iskandar stared in utter shock at the scene before him.

He let out a long roar and fearlessly spurred his chariot forward, shouting wildly, "What majesty, what spirit! My opponent!" A surge of heroic courage welled up in his chest, and lightning crackled as he charged toward a commander.

Within his army of heroic spirits, the light of sacred artifacts shimmered.