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

Who will appear?

Chapter 42 "Holy Lord" Projection!

Those who emerge from this gate of hell must undoubtedly be demons.

Waver and Iskandar could not comprehend the meaning of this power; it was a treasure and authority that did not belong to this world.

But the Holy Lord knew perfectly well what was going on.

He never expected that Zhou Lan would possess the power to open the gates of hell in other worlds.

Faced with Zhou Lan's guess, he pondered deeply.

There are eight siblings, seven of whom are Zhou Lan herself.

But he's here too, so perhaps we should remove him as well, leaving only six.

The Thunder Demon Zhongsu, the Mountain Demon Bogang, the Water Demon Basha, the Earth Demon Dikui, the Wind Demon Xiaofeng, and the Sky Demon Ximu.

Judging from Zhou Lan's expression, any of her six siblings could appear.

The Holy Lord stared curiously at the Gates of Hell with his dragon eyes, a playful look on his face.

After a long silence, he shook his head helplessly.

He couldn't have guessed the answer to the six choices.

It could be any of the six siblings.

He shrugged and laughed, "Anyway, it won't be you, and it certainly won't be me!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Lan's lips curled up slightly.

In his eyes, seven demonic projections flickered before him.

That's right, the Pangu Box has changed from being able to summon six demon projections to seven.

Zhou Lan looked at the extra projection and chuckled softly.

He said softly, "Unfortunately, you're wrong, my brother!"

"You guessed wrong?" The Holy Lord was taken aback. "Could it be you? It can't be me... right?" He was standing right here. Could Zhou Lan really summon him? Zhou Lan laughed heartily, finding it quite amusing.

"Come out!"

he laughed.

Within the inherent barrier, an invisible wind suddenly arose, instantly suppressing the yellow sand and the stench of blood.

A green, dragon-shaped hand suddenly emerged from the gates of hell and gripped the scroll firmly.

The Holy Lord shuddered as he gazed at the palm.

He looked at Zhou Lan in disbelief.

"Impossible!" he exclaimed in shock.

Immediately following, a dragon-shaped foot stepped out from the gates of hell, landing steadily in the void.

"What is this???" Weber stood there dumbfounded, his gaze shifting back and forth between the Holy Lord and the Gates of Hell.

The answer is ready to come out.

The fiery demon—the projection of "Holy Lord"—is about to appear.

He stepped his hideous and terrifying body out the door! Flames billowed, overflowing with power.

The gates of hell instantly closed into a scroll and vanished into thin air.

The Pangu Box trembled slightly, and Zhou Lan took it into his palm, where it floated quietly.

“The second one…Caster!!!” Iskandar murmured in disbelief, as if struck by lightning.

The Holy Lord's pupils suddenly widened, his gaze fixed firmly on Zhou Lan.

He could sense that it wasn't the real him, but a projection.

But this projection possesses power equal to his current strength.

"How did you do that, my brother!?" the Holy Lord asked, his expression bewildered.

He could no longer see through his brother at all.

Zhou Lan quietly examined the projection of the Holy Lord emerging from the Gates of Hell, his heart almost filled with joy.

Who could have guessed? Nobody could have guessed! Even he himself only found out the moment before releasing the Pangu Box.

The "Pangu Box" is different from the original one, which only had the function of opening the gates of hell and bridging the gap between hell and the present world.

The Pangu Box in his hand is a true divine artifact.

Its sole function is to summon projections of its other siblings besides itself.

There is only one requirement.

The summoned demon projection cannot die, and its strength is consistent with its current demon state! When Zhou Lan first obtained this treasure, he could only choose six demon projections.

This does not include the Holy Lord.

Because at that time, the Holy Lord was just a sealed statue and did not possess any power.

The Pangu Box cannot summon a statue that possesses no power.

But at this moment, the Holy Lord's soul has been reshaped into a servant's body in this world.

Even though the main body is still just a statue, it doesn't affect the judgment of the Pangu Treasure Box! Therefore, among the demon projections that Zhou Lan can choose from, there is now an additional fire demon, "Caster"! "How delightful!" Zhou Lan laughed heartily.

This was an off-the-books move; he believed everyone would be wrong.

The projection of the Holy Lord slowly descended, landing in the center of the battlefield.

This projection possesses everything the Holy Lord currently has! Caster class, Noble Phantasm's unique barrier, and even magical attribute are completely identical! Except for the soul, it is an absolute copy without any difference! Zhou Lan lightly tapped her finger and commanded, "Let's begin the real game!"

The projection of the Holy Lord, standing in the center of the battlefield, let out a triumphant roar, and the Noble Phantasm "Glory of the Ancient Demon" was released in an instant.

The blood-red sky swept in in an instant, crushing Iskandar's Noble Phantasm "King's Army" in the blink of an eye.

The second palace stands tall in the scorching desert.

The twelve Noble Phantasm-level spells erupted in an instant.

At this critical juncture when everyone is at their limit, the emergence of another Caster with equal power has an obvious outcome.

A dazzling beam of blazing flame swept across the battlefield, and the remaining heroic warriors fell one after another in this attack.

Iskandar looked around at the barrier, his face still showing shock.

But he was already all alone.

From east to west, two imposing holy lords strode toward him, and an invisible pressure suddenly surged.

"Such incomprehensible power, Caster's Master, I would call you the strongest!" He sighed and spurred his chariot down, unleashing a thunderous roar as he charged headlong into one of the Holy Lords.

In the distance, Webber Velvet leaned back and slumped to the ground.

He couldn't understand! In his eyes, the two Casters were indistinguishable.

The same appearance, the same abilities, the same aura! But how could two identical beings appear at the same time? Ever since Zhou Lan released the Pangu Box in the sky, everything had gone beyond his comprehension, shattering his shallow magician theories! But, it just happened, right before his eyes.

His gaze slowly drifted to the distance, to Zhou Lan, who still appeared calm and composed.

A sense of fear suddenly washed over me.

What kind of being was he fighting? Time and again, the opponent was constantly redefining his understanding of existence.

at last.

Silver-white lightning engulfed everything remaining on the battlefield, and the Holy Lord and his projection simultaneously let out a low roar.

A tremendous force shot straight into the sky, causing the inherent barrier to tremble and disperse.

A sudden, overwhelming sense of panic welled up inside Weber.

It felt like something had been lost.

With tears in his eyes, he looked in the direction Iskandar had originally been.

He did indeed lose something.

Chapter 43 The Fate of the Lesser Grail

White smoke rose and swirled, brushing past the man's weathered face.

The room was dark and gloomy.

Kiritsugu Emiya sat on the bed, the floor littered with stubbed-out cigarette butts.

Firearms and equipment were scattered to one side.

His brows were furrowed, and his stubble grew rapidly in just two days, but he had no interest in managing it.

Representing the Einzbern family in the Holy Grail War as a foreign aid player, he now sees no hope whatsoever.

Maiya is dead.

His wife, Irisviel, was in extremely poor condition.

Although she didn't want to get involved, Saber had mentioned to him several times about Irisviel's health condition.

News of contestants being eliminated came one after another.

Even the Holy Church has collapsed.

The latest news also indicates that Caster is already engaged in battle with Rider.

The outcome of this battle is not hard to predict.

With Caster's Master present, Rider has no chance of winning.

So from now on, they'll only have one target left.

Is it finally my turn?

He exhaled a long puff of smoke.

To uphold the justice in his heart, he is willing to do anything by any means necessary.

Assassination is the most common tactic.

Even the most powerful magician cannot defend against bullets that strike from the shadows.

However, Caster's Master is an exception.

He witnessed firsthand how the bullet was frozen in mid-air and scattered into harmless metal fragments.

Modern firearms lose all meaning in the face of that being.

He was suspended in mid-air.

It's like a wall hanging in my heart.

Boundless and endless, stretching across the top, bottom, left, and right, it constantly proclaims that this road is impassable.

Kiritsugu Emiya stubbed out his cigarette with his foot, then gently brushed his hand across the barrel of a sniper rifle.

The partners who were once invincible have now lost all their strength and means.

With that guy's power, he'll definitely be able to see Irisviel's difference.

So he deliberately eliminated the other participants, leaving them until the end.

It must be like this.

He suddenly stood up; perhaps tomorrow would be the moment to make a decision.

Inside the castle that the Einzbern family had prepared as their stronghold, Saber stood guard beside Irisviel with a deep gaze.

Lancer has recovered from her injuries since being eliminated.

But Irisviel's condition was getting worse and worse.

“Madam…” she murmured.

The souls of the eliminated Servants are eroding the body of Irisviel, the homunculus of the Einzbern family.