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

Her human form is about to collapse and she is on the verge of losing control.

From the very beginning, she existed as a tool created through alchemy, the Lesser Grail used to collect the souls of eliminated Servants.

This is destiny's ordained order, and there is no way to resist it.

A curse called "All the Evil of This World" corrupted the Holy Grail during the Third Holy Grail War, and this pain and corruption gradually descended upon her.

The world is cruel.

This is especially evident in Irisviel.

the other side.

The inherent barrier dissipated.

The being known as Iskandar the Conqueror vanished from this world.

He, who had to exert all his strength even when facing a single Holy Lord, was completely unable to resist a Holy Lord projection with the same strength.

This war between kings has finally come to an end.

The Fourth Holy Grail War, Rider, eliminated! Two Holy Lords with identical appearances stood silently on the ground.

The Holy Lord curiously examined his own projection.

It can be confirmed that this guy cannot speak and does not possess a true soul.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the projection's capabilities are absolutely genuine.

This can be seen from the battle just now.

"What amazing power!"

The Holy Lord looked at Zhou Lan and praised her.

His brother's current abilities have far exceeded his expectations.

Without a doubt, Zhou Lan is now the strongest among the eight brothers and sisters.

The treasure known as the Pangu Box shone with a completely different brilliance in his hands.

“My brother, what kind of trick is this?” he asked.

Zhou Lan smiled, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Bonds?" He didn't explain directly, but instead answered the Holy Lord in a joking manner.

“A bond, huh…” the Holy Lord murmured to himself.

Zhou Lan gently raised her hand, and the Pangu Treasure Box shone brightly once more, opening the gates of hell.

Of course, this is not a true gateway to the original world, but merely a necessary process for using the Pangu Box.

The projection of the Holy Lord entered the gates of Hell and returned.

Zhou Lan took the Pangu Treasure Box back into her palm, and with a gentle flick of her wrist, the treasure vanished instantly.

Now, besides his own powerful demonic energy as the Moon Demon, the Pangu Box is also a powerful aid to him.

It should be noted that even the Holy Lord projection that was just summoned was only comparable in strength to the current Holy Lord.

But this was not the peak of the Fire Demon's power.

He already had a plan in mind for how to rescue the Holy Lord from his original world.

"Now, all the other Servants have been eliminated, leaving only Kiritsugu Emiya and his Servant Saber!"

Zhou Lan analyzed the current situation.

His thoughts quickly fell on one person.

Irisviel.

She is Kiritsugu Emiya's wife, and also the Lesser Grail, the key to unlocking the Greater Grail.

"We have one last step, Holy Lord!"

Zhou Lan whispered, "At that time, your body will also leave this world, and your soul will return to the statue!"

"I know!"

The Holy Lord's expression was neither sad nor happy.

If he had worried about this before...

Now that they have received the promise from Elder Zhou Lan, they are no longer in a hurry.

The power that Zhou Lan displayed had far exceeded his expectations.

His promise is entirely credible.

"I'm really looking forward to that day!"

He said calmly.

The next day.

This was the last day of the trip, as Zhou Lan had designated.

The only remaining target is Kiritsugu Emiya.

He had no interest in the Masters of the other eliminated individuals.

Kenneth has returned to the Clock Tower, and Waver, Rider's Master who was defeated yesterday, will likely leave soon as well.

Berserker's Master, Kariya Matou, after fulfilling his promise to him, burned down the Matou family home and disappeared with Sakura Matou.

He wouldn't live much longer, and Zhou Lan could roughly guess where he was going.

Without a doubt, that guy hated Tokiomi Tohsaka to the core.

However, he harbors deep feelings for Aoi, Tokiomi Tohsaka's wife.

What an awkward guy.

Zhou Lan didn't want to concern herself with their love, hate, and grudges.

Among these Masters, Kiritsugu Emiya is indeed the most interesting one.

Ignoring the eyes that had been watching him all the way, Zhou Lan pulled herself out of her thoughts, gently knocked on the castle door, and said with a smile, "Mr. Emiya Kiritsugu, I've come to visit you!"

Chapter Forty-Four: A Throne Shaped in the Palm of One's Hand

The door in front of Zhou Lan swung open instantly after he finished speaking.

Then came a piercing whistling sound.

In the darkness, a bullet slicing through the air at incredible speed.

Almost the instant the gunshot rang out, the bullet landed in front of Zhou Lan, stopping three inches in front of his forehead, slowly spinning, unable to advance any further.

These are bullets for a large-caliber sniper rifle. Apart from explosives that are unsuitable for use in this area, they are almost the most powerful individual equipment that Kiritsugu Emiya could obtain.

But the attack did not stop.

Gunshots rang out one after another, very quickly, as he reloaded his magazine with great skill.

The second bullet came flying in, with the same trajectory, without the slightest deviation.

It hurtled towards the first bullet hovering in front of Zhou Lan at a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect, and forcefully pushed it forward a short distance.

Zhou Lan stood still.

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, his gaze quietly observing the warhead bound in mid-air by gravity.

The third and fourth shots rang out suddenly.

One bullet after another lined up in front of him.

With each subsequent bullet, the line would advance slightly towards Zhou Lan.

Only when the castle returned to silence did Zhou Lan slowly reach out and lightly touch the tip of the first bullet with her fingertips.

The air rippled, and the imprisoned bullets turned into shimmering iron filings before his eyes.

Beautiful, yet despairing.

He spoke loudly, "Mr. Kiritsugu Emiya, have you had enough fun?" There was no response.

Yu Guangzhong, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly rang out.

With a low growl from Saber, the invisible sword, enveloped in the Wind King's barrier, stirred the wind and attacked Zhou Lan.

She was very fast, extremely fast.

The voice rang almost right next to Zhou Lan's ear, and the next second, Saber Artoria Pendragon's beautiful face appeared before him.

This was a battle that had been planned for a long time.

As Zhou Lan approached, the numerous surveillance cameras surrounding the castle had already spotted him.

"Is this... a greeting gift?" Zhou Lan smiled.

The beautiful sword in Saber's hand was crystal clear to him.

The Wind King's Barrier, formed with magic, could not escape the eyes of the demon.

The turbulent wind ruffled Zhou Lan's long hair, stopping before his indifferent face.

They were so close, it seemed like they were just one step away from decapitating him.

But the air seemed to freeze, and that slight distance felt like eternity.

Saber, clad in a battle skirt and wielding a sword in both hands, unleashed all her strength in an attempt to break through this invisible wall.

As she exerted her force, the wind suddenly picked up and burst forth over a very short distance.

But the sword remained frozen in place.

Only their long hair was flying.

Only then did Zhou Lan slightly turn her head to look at Saber.

Stared at by those unchanging eyes, Saber suddenly felt a sense of panic and danger. She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, trying to break free.

But the sword in his hand seemed to be welded to the air by some kind of rule.

The sword seemed to embody the power of the entire world.

She tried, but it wouldn't budge.

Her pupils trembled, and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it with determination.

Zhou Lan glanced around and smiled, saying, "It seems the local gangs aren't very polite!"

The demonic energy surged forth, instantly pushing Saber away and carving deep trenches in the ground until she finally stopped several meters away.

The sword remained suspended in mid-air.

From the moment she entered, Zhou Lan had already sensed everyone's location.

The moment the bullet flew from the muzzle, it disturbed the gravity in the air. The magical fluctuations on Saber's battle dress, the natural gravity she broke free from as she stepped forward... every move she made was as bright as a candle flame in the dark.

This is his authority.

The Moon Demon stands where the gravity of the surrounding area is controlled by him.

Even the slightest change, as subtle as an ant taking a step or a firefly flapping its wings, cannot escape his perception.

Demons see without the human eye.

The air fell silent for a moment, then the castle instantly brightened.

From his vantage point, Kiritsugu Emiya stood up, his gaze fixed forlornly on Zhou Lan at the entrance.

He couldn't understand someone like Zhou Lan, her actions, and her consistently relaxed and carefree demeanor.

It even disgusted him somewhat.

Zhou Lan slowly floated to the center of the hall and raised her hand.

The ground and walls trembled, and irregular stones detached from the tightly sealed building, twisting under Zhou Lan's grasp.

The hard stone was like soft clay, allowing him to knead and shape it at will under the combined forces of attraction and repulsion.

Soon, a hideous throne rose up and landed at his feet, in the very center of the hall.

Zhou Lan then slowly took her seat, shrugged, and said helplessly, "The host is impolite and didn't know to prepare seats, so the guests can only do as they please!"