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

The moon in the sky had a faint purplish-black halo.

Zhou Lan floated silently.

Drawing on gravity does not mean sucking the moon dry or going against the grain.

This is a shift in power, a concept of a higher level of rules.

"It's over. In fact, you didn't have a choice from the very beginning!"

Zhou Lan said calmly.

He waved his hand from the half-ruined castle, and demonic energy immediately surged in.

A moment later, a magnificent golden chalice slowly floated toward him.

The Lesser Grail.

This is the key to unlocking the Greater Grail.

It hung silently in the air, its appearance signifying both the demise of Irisviel's body and the end of this game.

Zhou Lan whispered to the person beside her, "Holy Lord!"

"I'm here, brother!"

The Holy Lord responded, extending his dragon claw and plunging it fiercely into his own chest.

He suddenly burst into wild, unrestrained laughter, wicked and wanton.

Like some kind of bizarre sacrificial ritual, his hand churned within his chest, yet he seemed to feel no pain whatsoever.

It's a different kind of excitement.

He is destroying everything in this Servant's body.

"Your soul will return to that place!"

Zhou Lan said.

"I understand, that's good. At least you are my hope, aren't you?" the Holy Lord murmured softly.

Zhou Lan's gaze, however, was sharp as a knife as she looked at Saber.

Even the Sword Rank, one of the three strongest, could not put up any resistance against him.

With a flick of his finger, a surge of demonic energy rushed toward Saber, who was already bound and unable to move.

Her beautiful face was filled with unspeakable emotions.

Just then, Kiritsugu Emiya raised his arm, and the Command Seals disappeared one after another. He said in a deep voice, "Saber... I command you... to commit suicide..." Only then did the magic that Zhou Lan had used to bind her finally come off. She knelt on the ground, her hands gripping her fair neck.

As King Arthur, Saber's magic resistance is rank A. Although it was reduced to rank B due to the summoning contract, she still has strong resistance to Command Seals.

At the same time, her willpower was unwavering.

However, Kiritsugu Emiya used three Command Seals at once.

Saber knelt on the ground, her face contorted in pain and struggle. Her exceptional magical abilities and powerful willpower slowed the process down.

In the air, Zhou Lan sighed.

He stretched out his palm, and gravity obeyed the command, then closed it.

In an instant, King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon, vanished from his palm.

"At least this way it won't be too painful, right?"

Zhou Lan said calmly, he had no interest in watching meaningless torture.

Admittedly, he possesses memories of his past life; King Arthur, Artoria, was a resilient and beautiful woman.

But he is the demon of the moon, the cursed blue.

His heart and his will are unbreakable.

Nothing could stop him.

He gazed calmly at the moonlit sky, fully aware of the demon's long lifespan after merging with the original body's memories.

They are nothing more than replicas of the heroic spirits who have long since died, buried in the tombs of history, just withered bones.

Even he, or his seven brothers and sisters, could potentially follow this path.

When a Servant dies, their memories and experiences simply return to the Throne of Heroes.

When it comes to pain and torment...

That hell, where nothing but blood-red expanse exists, is the true prison of suffering.

Kiritsugu Emiya watched all of this quietly.

Zhou Lan slightly raised her hand. The small Holy Grail in front of her could be called Irisviel without any problem.

"Using this as the key, I summon... the Third Magic, the Heaven's Cup!"

he whispered.

Dark red, almost black clouds suddenly enveloped the sky, hanging over the entire city of Fuyuki, looking incredibly terrifying.

“This is…” Kiritsugu Emiya’s eyes trembled, “A miracle…” “Not a miracle, but destruction!”

Zhou Lan said.

The sky cracked open, and filthy black mud poured out, just as Zhou Lan said, this was the destruction that carried all the evil of this world.

What he summoned was not the true third magic, the Heaven's Cup, but the corrupted Black Grail.

"We can't let those things come down!" Kiritsugu Emiya shuddered.

"Of course!"

Zhou Lan smiled and said.

He slightly raised his palm upwards, and the black mud pouring down from the sky instantly froze.

Immediately afterwards, green light rose from below into the sky.

A magnificent beam of magical energy pierced straight into the clouds.

The curse, known as the Curse of All Evil in This World, gradually dissipated under the influence of Qi magic.

Kiritsugu Emiya kept his gaze fixed on the sky above him.

His gaze gradually hardened.

Zhou Lan had not lied to him; that filthy black mud was something that could destroy Fuyuki City.

Zhou Lan is dispelling it.

He possesses such power, magic, or perhaps miracles.

"Holy Lord!"

Zhou Lan said.

The Holy Lord nodded silently. His body had finally completed its self-destruction. He closed his eyes, and his life force gradually dissipated.

In this way, the Holy Grail, purified and born after gathering all seven Servants, is the power that Zhou Lan truly needs! Magic surged, blowing his Taoist robe.

Zhou Lan's figure instantly vanished into the shadows, and a black full moon took his place.

The demon's true form emerged from the full moon in an instant.

Emiya Kiritsugu stared silently at Zhou Lan.

The power emanating from this demon's body was far greater than the black mud above its head.

A tremendous force condensed in the air, and a wealth of magical power gathered in Zhou Lan's palm, creating a chaotic and incomprehensible atmosphere.

Zhou Lan withdrew her hand, and in an instant, the world returned to silence.

"Go back, Holy Lord, my brother!"

he whispered.

The soul of the Holy Lord is returning.

His vision went black for a moment, then his consciousness returned.

Before him lay a pitch-black underground palace. He was once again reduced to a statue, unable to move, utterly weak.

“Truly amazing, Cursed Blue!” he exclaimed, as if deeply moved.

The contrast between the magnificent and wondrous experience and the current desolate state of being is stark.

Here, it seems like eternal darkness.

Silently.

Zhou Lan, and even the aura of another world, have vanished.

He was all alone again.

It seems like nothing has changed.

But is that really the case? A long silence followed.

Suddenly, an elegant whisper came from within the Holy Lord's soul; it was Zhou Lan's deep voice.

"wait for me!"

He said.

Chapter Forty-Seven: I've Come to Save You, Holy Lord!

Just two short words.

Only two words.

But to the Holy Lord, it was more reassuring than anything else.

This is the promise of the elders.

This is the promise of the eldest brother among the eight siblings.

He will definitely do it, the Holy Lord has absolute faith.

All he needs to do next is wait quietly.

Waiting for the moon to cast its light upon this old dragon.

In the underground palace, he murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

"I'm so glad I made the best decision of my life!"

On the other side, in Fuyuki City.

The Holy Grail War is over; it was personally ended by Zhou Lan.

Emiya Kiritsugu's expression was neither sad nor happy.

He lost too much.

Wife, assistant... all he got in return was hope.

But that's enough.

A corrupted Holy Grail will only kill more people time and time again.

Zhou Lan truly purified the Holy Grail, and the curse that was called all the evil in this world was stripped away and dissipated.

It will never exist again.

He didn't know how Zhou Lan did it, but the truth doesn't lie.

Under the night sky, Zhou Lan stood quietly.

Purifying the Holy Grail was an extremely simple matter for him.

The world he is in now is different from the world he originally lived in.

The Holy Grail was corrupted by the soul of Angra Newman, a Servant from the Third Holy Grail War, and perhaps no one else could do anything about it.

But in Jackie Chan Adventures, there are countless spells targeting the soul.

Even in my dad's antique shop, you can find quite a few if you just browse around.