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

The warriors, who had been resurrected from the dead, fought against the colossal creatures in a magnificent and awe-inspiring battle that shook the heavens and earth.

"Truly an epic!" Zhou Lan clapped softly.

On the other side, Weber's eyes were filled with shock.

With his limited experience, such a grand scene was enough to awe people.

The battle for supremacy has always been this way.

Either fight until the last enemy falls, or cut off the enemy king's head.

Only in this way can the turmoil of this war be quelled.

Zhou Lan's eyes flickered slightly.

He shares some similarities with the Holy Lord, yet also differs from him.

What they have in common is that they are all demons, and are essentially the same; it would not be unreasonable to call them the rulers of fire and moon.

However, the difference is that the Holy Lord ruled ancient Asia, while Zhou Lan ruled the moon alone.

The Holy Lord can be called a king, because apart from his demonic nature, he is a king by nature.

This is a fact that both Gilgamesh and Iskandar acknowledged as his rival.

Zhou Lan, however, is different.

The moon does not have soil suitable for human habitation.

The only things that accompanied him were the stars.

This is why these two demons have such different personalities.

Identity determines one's way of thinking.

The Holy Lord of the past was accustomed to betrayal, even betraying his own brothers and sisters who were also demons. That was his way of survival as the ruler of billions of miles of mountains and rivers.

And the cursed blue.

All he possessed, apart from the stars in the universe, was this.

There were only seven brothers and sisters, each holding different elements, on that azure planet far beneath their feet.

This was a secret thought unique to Zhou Lan, one that she wouldn't share with outsiders. Zhou Lan knew this the moment she merged with this soul.

As an elder who lives a secluded life, Zhou Lan cherishes this friendship deeply.

Beyond the magnificent battlefield, he looked up at the sky.

The so-called lonely moon is nothing more than this.

The world that the Moon Demon possesses is vast, so vast that it encompasses an entire universe that no one cares about.

However, the world that the Moon Demon possesses is very small, so small that it only has seven brothers and sisters.

Hell has annihilated too much, not just wisdom.

Even such a faint thought cannot escape the test of time.

Hell is like a blood-red millstone, where all the so-called demonic wisdom and the so-called brotherly and sisterly affection... vanish into nothingness in the unchanging silence of millennia.

But, fortunately.

An elder gradually recalled everything.

Chapter 41 The Pangu Box is Released, Opening the Gates of Hell

As Zhou Lan's understanding deepened.

More and more memories are returning.

He is a brand new soul, untouched by hell.

At this moment, he looked at the Holy Lord who was commanding the battlefield.

That was the sixth of eight brothers and sisters.

When did it begin? He suddenly recalled the glory of ancient times.

At that time, their relationship wasn't so strained.

It makes sense. How could brothers and sisters who are truly at odds possibly share the world equally and live peacefully together in ancient times? It's impossible.

There is only one reason.

hell.

Wisdom, soul, emotion—everything was consumed in that place of great terror.

It's not just about strength.

The full extent of the power of the eight immortal gods was finally revealed at this moment.

Weakening strength and eroding friendship.

They alienated each other from the eight brothers and sisters who were once closely connected.

After this, how could the demon possibly rise again? He would never rise again! What a brilliant tactic! Zhou Lan couldn't help but sigh.

The reason he looked at the Holy Lord was simply because, in the past few days, he had briefly seen a trace of the ancient past in the Holy Lord.

Neither a king nor a demon.

He's just a brother, nothing more.

All demons have changed; it's pointless to discuss what once was.

There is only one way: to rescue all our brothers and sisters from hell as quickly as possible.

Only by being showered with glory can one be deterred from all other means.

Zhou Lan, as an elder, had already seen through all of this.

This is luck.

Standing in the air, his gaze fell with a deep intensity as he silently surveyed the battlefield.

The Pangu Box emitted a pale blue halo, which undulated in his palm.

The war has reached its climax.

the other side.

Weber's eyes widened, his heart filled with excitement.

He witnessed firsthand the dramatic reversals in the battle.

He saw how Caster Lord tore apart the army formation, and how Rider led his legions to annihilate the dragon.

With nine commanders arriving on the battlefield, he felt depressed.

Rider drives his chariot through lightning, personally confronting the commander and forcefully destroying these seemingly invincible behemoths.

A surge of excitement welled up within him.

Weber's hands trembled uncontrollably; he even felt that Rider was about to win.

"Will we win? Will we win? Will we win...?" His heart trembled. Caster possessed magical power and was undoubtedly a hexagonal warrior.

But at this moment, his extreme speed has been gone, and the powerful Noble Phantasm has been used up. Only his immortal and indestructible power remains to sustain him.

On the battlefield, the remaining commander was still struggling to hold on, and the legion composed of heroic warriors was almost wiped out.

But Rider, though covered in blood, was incredibly powerful! He continued his charge, and wherever the Thunder Bull trotters passed, the thunder fell silent.

This ancient king, who conquered everything, never stopped and continued his path of conquest.

In a daze, Weber caught a glimpse of a slowly moving figure out of the corner of his eye.

Looking at it, his expression froze, and his heart instantly turned to ashes.

Such an epic war stirred his soul, but it also made him forget something.

Zhou Lan, Caster's Master.

This man—no, this monster, this demon, disguised in human skin—possesses unparalleled power.

At this very moment, he was slowly floating in the sky, unhurriedly approaching the very center of the battlefield.

The Holy Lord sighed wearily, and Rider Iskandar looked around the desert.

There are only a few hundred heroic warriors still charging closely behind him.

But he still exuded great energy.

Corpses lay strewn across the ground: heroic warriors, dragons, and even broken stones that had been returned to their original forms.

Zhou Lan glanced at it indifferently, without any joy or sorrow.

He gently raised his hand, and the Pangu Box slowly rose.

Iskandar gripped the reins tightly, his gaze fixed intently on the figure in the Taoist robe above him.

"My brother!"

Zhou Lan said in a low voice.

"I'm here!"

The Holy Lord's Way.

Zhou Lan said, "You are about to witness some of my power!"

The Holy Lord raised an eyebrow slightly. He had to admit that Iskandar was a formidable opponent, almost as troublesome as Gilgamesh, who had caused him so much trouble.

He didn't feel anything was wrong with Zhou Lan making a move at this moment; on the contrary, he felt a sense of pleasure.

As the younger brother, isn't it only natural for him to accept help from his older brother?

A sudden warmth welled up in his weary and worn-out heart.

This was a feeling he hadn't had in a long time, a feeling completely opposite to his weathered and cold-blooded nature.

Surprisingly, he didn't dislike it.

The Holy Lord said, "The Pangu Box? I already knew it was in your hands!"

Zhou Lan nodded slightly and asked, "Do you know what its wonderful uses are?" "To open the gates of hell?" The Holy Lord shrugged.

"That's right!"

Zhou Lan smiled.

He released gravity to lift the Pangu Box, causing it to slowly rise to the highest point of the sky.

This peerless treasure emitted a faint blue halo, which was indescribable.

"Open the gates of hell, and then what?" Zhou Lan smiled subtly.

"Then..." The Holy Lord pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized.

“Open the gates of hell, open the gates of hell… Only demons can pass through the gates of hell! Could it be…” he murmured in disbelief.

"That's right, my brother, congratulations on guessing correctly!"

Zhou Lan laughed loudly and tapped lightly with her finger.

moment.

The Pangu Box slowly rotated and opened.

A blue beam of light shot out, and then a turquoise scroll appeared in mid-air.

This is the gates of hell.

The bottom of the scroll slowly drooped down, revealing a deep red vortex inside.

From the inside of the door, a powerful demonic aura poured out.

Everyone, including the Holy Lord, was stunned, their eyes fixed blankly on the scroll and the Gates of Hell.

Zhou Lan slightly raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "A prize quiz: who will walk out of here?" His voice echoed within the enigmatic barrier.

Whether it was the Holy Lord, or Weber and Iskandar, they were all pondering his question.

Pass through this portal known as the Gates of Hell.