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

It wasn't until he finished speaking that Kiritsugu Emiya recovered from his shock.

Arrogant and domineering! He gained a deeper understanding of this nameless being before him.

He casually constructed a throne in someone else's castle, as if it were his own home.

This kind of magic trick is simply unheard of.

Saber stared warily at Zhou Lan, her hands clenching, her palms empty.

Her gaze passed over the throne; her sword remained fixed in mid-air, as if to be eternally etched there.

She lowered her brows slightly, having never encountered such a strange opponent before.

As a Saber-class servant, being disarmed in the very first moment of battle was a disgrace to her.

"You came up here and started touching me inappropriately. Anyone who didn't know better would think I was some kind of terrible demon!"

Zhou Lan pursed her lips and gave a kind smile.

Footsteps sounded as Kiritsugu Emiya descended the steps.

He stood beside Saber, facing the throne.

Even though the other party barged in without explanation, standing here now, it feels as if I am paying homage to him.

This feeling is truly awful.

"You seem to hate me?" Zhou Lan asked.

Kiritsugu Emiya nodded, making no attempt to hide his feelings, and said, "Perhaps it was out of fear, fear of immense power, that it turned into disgust!"

Zhou Lan said, "You're quite sincere!"

"Losing to an opponent like you, neither I nor the Einzbern family have any resentment!"

"Imiya Kiritsugu asked."

The situation is crystal clear now.

His bullets missed, Saber lost her sword, and the opponent's identity remained unknown.

Continue fighting? Ha, there's absolutely no hope.

He felt a slight tremor in his heart; the game had already ended the moment they met.

Disappointed? Perhaps.

The feeling that came from my heart was the sound of shattered ideals.

Zhou Lan nodded slightly and said, "I'm here to collect the Lesser Holy Grail!"

"Or to put it another way, I'm here to see Irisviel!"

“Madam!” Saber suddenly looked up.

Chapter 45 Zhou Lan: I'm hungry from talking, let me eat something first.

“Irisviel…” Kiritsugu Emiya murmured to himself.

His pupils suddenly widened as he looked at Zhou Lan.

This guy, this guy... he knows everything! "Master!" Saber hurriedly called out to Kiritsugu Emiya. She would rather fight to the death than hand Irisviel over to Zhou Lan! "Saber..." Kiritsugu Emiya said in a low voice.

"I won't allow it..." Without a sword in her hand, Saber charged towards Zhou Lan without hesitation.

But the next second, the space suddenly trembled.

The overwhelming demonic energy transformed into irresistible purplish-black ropes, binding her hands and firmly fixing her in mid-air.

Constrained by the restraints, Saber could only bend over, lower her head, and passively hold her hands in the air.

Kiritsugu Emiya's face was contorted with rage; he had no choice.

Even Caster never appeared from beginning to end.

Zhou Lan alone has completely taken control of everything here.

"I know this is cruel, but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm just going through the motions!"

Zhou Lan helplessly shrugged.

He looked at Kiritsugu Emiya and said, "A partner of justice, Mr. Kiritsugu Emiya!"

Kiritsugu Emiya was startled, his innermost thoughts exposed. He asked incredulously, "You know everything...?" "Yes, and I also know that your wish won't come true!"

“My wish…” “World peace, isn’t it?” Zhou Lan said.

Kiritsugu Emiya is an interesting guy who always adheres to the principle of sacrificing a few for the happiness of the many.

In his eyes, the trolley problem that had plagued everyone was not a problem at all.

He would absolutely choose to let the tram run over the side with fewer people without hesitation.

Similarly, if he were placed in Gotham City, the Joker might not even be a problem.

The dilemma the Joker posed to Batman—which ship to detonate—was practically no problem for Kiritsugu Emiya.

He's a pure guy, with an unwavering inner strength, the kind of guy a clown would dismiss at first glance as utterly uninteresting.

Zhou Lan's eyes flickered slightly, and she said, "I will give you a condition that you cannot refuse!"

Kiritsugu Emiya suddenly raised his head.

“Master!!!” Saber tried to stop him.

Zhou Lan raised her hand, and demonic energy enveloped her mouth, leaving her only able to make muffled sounds.

"The Holy Grail has been corrupted. Even if you obtain it, wishing for world peace will be ineffective. More likely, the Holy Grail will simply kill everyone!"

"Why?" Kiritsugu Emiya asked, puzzled.

"Because there are no people, the world will naturally be at peace. Is that hard to understand?" Zhou Lan said with a smile.

"What a simple yet twisted approach!"

Emiya Kiritsugu gave a wry smile and sighed.

He believed what Zhou Lan said.

Although he found the guy repulsive after their brief two encounters, he also realized there was no need for him to lie.

Zhou Lan disdains lying.

"And what about you?" Kiritsugu Emiya asked. "What wish would you make using the Holy Grail? What use would the corrupted Holy Grail have for you?" As soon as the question was asked, Kiritsugu Emiya suddenly felt nervous.

What is the purpose of someone with such immense power wanting to obtain the Holy Grail? Is it to go to the Root, which all magicians crave in legend? But the problem is, even magicians who have reached the Root may not possess power as great as Zhou Lan's.

"I can purify the Holy Grail!"

Zhou Lan made a surprising statement.

"The soul corruption of Angra Newman during the Third Holy Grail War is a side effect for me. I will not make a wish; I only need the magic power from the Holy Grail!"

"Holy Lord!" Zhou Lan called out.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy Lord's enormous figure appeared beside the throne, standing motionless.

They exchanged a glance, as if they had already reached some kind of agreement.

“Caster…” Kiritsugu Emiya glanced at the Holy Lord.

“I will make Caster commit suicide. Of course, I will send his soul back to another place. As for the magic that created this body, I will channel it into the Holy Grail!”

Kiritsugu Emiya was stunned: "Is Caster a being without wishes?" Everyone who participates in the Holy Grail War, whether Master or Servant, must have their own wishes.

But Zhou Lan's meaning was clear: Caster didn't seem to have any wishes of his own.

The Holy Lord's dragon head shook slightly, and he grinned, saying, "My wish will be fulfilled by my brother in another world!"

His gaze remained fixed solely on Zhou Lan, as if nothing else held any interest for him.

"And Saber!"

Zhou Lan looked at Artoria, who was firmly imprisoned, unable to move or speak, and said, "I hope she can also return to the Holy Grail!"

“Ugh—” Saber made a hurried sound, but it was hard to hear clearly.

"Only when the magical power of the seven Servants is full can the Holy Grail be used!"

Zhou Lan said calmly.

"Only then can it be used..." Emiya Kiritsugu silently pondered the meaning of Zhou Lan's words.

Even the Holy Grail, brimming with the magical power of seven Servants, is merely "useful" in his eyes? What exactly is he planning to do? "For you, this is also a good thing!"

Zhou Lan said slowly, "I only need magic power. After the Holy Grail is purified, you can continue to participate in the Fifth Holy Grail War. The Holy Grail at that time might be able to truly fulfill your wish!"

"Furthermore, your wife, Irisviel, is suffering from the curse in the Holy Grail called all the evil of this world. Her fate-ordained life of torment should not last so long, should it?" This was the condition Zhou Lan proposed, one that Kiritsugu Emiya could not refuse.

silence.

Kiritsugu Emiya's gaze swept back and forth between Zhou Lan, the Holy Lord, and Saber.

He was unaware that the Holy Grail had been corrupted and cursed.

Such a Holy Grail is definitely not what he needs.

Otherwise, he would rather have Saber destroy the Holy Grail.

The conditions proposed by Zhou Lan were something he simply couldn't refuse.

Purify the Holy Grail to make it a true wish-granting machine.

"Emiya Kiritsugu, ally of justice, your time is running out!"

Zhou Lan spoke up to remind him.

"How...how can I trust you..." Kiritsugu Emiya said bitterly.

Zhou Lan chuckled softly, then shook her head.

He slowly rose from the throne, unleashing a terrifying surge of magic that caused the sky and the earth to tremble before him.

The castle roof was ripped off almost instantly, revealing the dark night sky.

A tremendous magical force surged towards the sky like a tsunami.

In an instant, Kiritsugu Emiya and Saber felt like a small boat rocking in a giant wave.

A powerful magic enveloped the entire city of Fuyuki, causing everything to rise into the night sky.

Kiritsugu Emiya raised his head, his expression suddenly changing.

Above, in the night sky, the bright full moon suddenly took on a faint dark purple hue, eerie and unsettling.

Gravity materialized into flowing demonic energy, and the full moon resembled the rim of a horizontally placed cup.

The moon's gravity, like spilled wine, slowly flowed down from the sky, heading towards Zhou Lan.

"Perfect timing, I'm hungry too!"

He said.

Chapter Forty-Six: Wait for Me

The moon's gravity was completely unleashed.

The final destination lies with Zhou Lan.

He possesses this power—the power to draw upon the moon's gravity.

The full moon in the night sky is like an overturned wine glass, its gravitational energy leaking and falling like wine.

Feeling the increase in power, Zhou Lan's face showed a satisfied expression.

In terms of strength, among the eight demons, Zhou Lan is undoubtedly the number one in terms of potential for growth.

No one among his siblings could rival him in this regard.

Emiya Kiritsugu stared in shock at Zhou Lan, who was drawing upon the full gravity of the moon.

The night sky returned to silence, seemingly unchanged, yet somehow different.

At least Zhou Lan in front of us seems to be even stronger now.