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

Xia Mi didn't seem to be in a good mood, after all, she had just escaped death. Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, felt much better after vomiting, it seems that his mission in Bronze City had tempered his mind quite a bit.

These two were his juniors, one one year younger and the other two years younger.

That's why Chu Zihang wasn't as oblivious as them.

He is the president of the Lionheart Society, one of the two major clubs in the academy, and also an experienced mixed-race individual.

He keenly sensed something was wrong and secretly stepped closer to Zhou Lan.

"What exactly are you?" His voice carried a hint of barely perceptible fear, an emotion he rarely displayed.

But at this moment, facing Zhou Lan, even he could only lower his voice and ask.

Hybrids do not possess that kind of power to easily lift rails weighing thousands of tons and repair them perfectly.

Among the higher-level Word of Power sequences, there are indeed some high-risk Word of Power with great power, but that is only destructive power.

For hybrids, the more powerful the Word of Power, the more difficult it is to control; this is an irrefutable truth.

Unless there's one possibility: the seemingly nonchalant guy standing in front of them is actually a dragon king in human skin.

So he can raise his hand with effortless grace, and the world changes in the palm of his hand like a stage.

His hands, hidden in his sleeves, clenched tightly, his knuckles turning blue.

"Interesting, you asked the same question as Angers!"

Zhou Lan glanced at Chu Zihang.

He raised his voice slightly so that Xia Mi, no, the Dragon King Jormungandr, who was listening intently, could hear him clearly.

He said calmly, "If you can break free from a single-world mindset, perhaps many problems will no longer be problems!"

Chu Zihang shook his head, not understanding.

Xia Mi was stunned for a moment, her eyes trembling as she looked at Zhou Lan.

In this world, there is no one who can use superpowers without having dragon blood.

Eliminate one possibility.

Possibilities that ordinary people dare not even imagine.

What if the other party isn't from this world? Admittedly, in this world, the Dragon King is practically invincible, like a top master in a martial arts novel, sweeping across the martial arts world.

But what about the sky? Xia Mi looked up, and before she knew it, it was getting late.

A phantom white moon hung high above everyone's heads, and in their eyes, the moon seemed to dim for a moment.

The moon has been appearing unusually early these past few days.

It's like a product that's been pre-ordered in a store, eagerly showing itself off to a big customer.

Chapter Sixty-Three: Lingering Charm

The next few days passed peacefully.

The usually lively Xia Mi suddenly became quiet, and Lu Mingfei, who was used to having someone to talk nonsense with, was a little unaccustomed to it.

Seven days later, the CC1000 branch line express train finally arrived at the train station and set off for the Dragon Slayer Academy, hidden away in a secret place.

Kassel Academy.

This is a Western-style campus with an antique feel, featuring castles, white doves, and paths paved with crimson pebbles lying among lush green lawns.

The accident of the snake falling from the courtyard has been reported to the school, and Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, who experienced everything, will report it in detail.

This includes Zhou Lan's involvement.

This should have been a very serious topic, as a powerful being suddenly entered the campus.

However, this important message in the report was erased by a hand as it passed the principal's office, leaving the board of directors stunned as they stared at the simple, straightforward report summary.

"You mean, three students straightened a track weighing at least a thousand tons all by themselves? Does Angers think I'm stupid?" In Rome, Italy, Franz Gattuso sat behind his luxurious desk and sneered at his assistant, Passy Gattuso.

The Gattuso family, as one of the largest investors in the Kassel College Board of Trustees and core members of a mixed-race organization called the Secret Party, possesses immense power and wealth.

He is also one of the school board members who gives Angers the biggest headache.

“We should have replaced Angers long ago. As for the Dragon King’s bones, they shouldn’t be kept in the academy’s underground; they belong to us!”

Legend has it that dragon bones are the vessel of power and authority; if one can successfully decipher the power within them, even immortality is not out of the question.

On the other side, in the college's principal's office.

"So you mean that the Gattuso family's opinion should be taken into consideration when it comes to the Dragonbone Cross of the King of Bronze and Fire?" Zhou Lan looked at Angers behind the desk.

Ang nodded and looked at Zhou Lan.

This is a terrifying man; he makes no attempt to conceal his origins.

He does not exist in this world.

No wonder Norma's search yielded no information about this person whatsoever.

However, Zhou Lan does indeed possess immense power, enough to destroy the Dragon King.

Dealing with such a person is extremely risky, but Angers doesn't care.

He reached a cooperation agreement with Zhou Lan on their very first meeting.

No matter what kind of power it is, as long as it can kill dragons, even demons, Angers is happy to sweep away the dust and open the door to welcome them.

"The resistance from the Board of Trustees is immense; they covet the dragon bone like dogs eye a bone. Of course, there are also many external forces involved!"

Angers lit the cigar with a flame-glow lighter.

He is an older man who embodies elegance to the fullest.

His clothing, behavior, and style all exuded the air of a true gentleman. He drank the finest red wine, smoked the most expensive cigars, drove the most cutting-edge sports cars, and wore the most valuable watches.

Even when wearing a suit, a bright red rose is always tucked into the lapels.

All luxury items suit him perfectly; clothes make the man, and anyone who sees him for the first time must admit that he is an elegant older man.

But when facing Zhou Lan, even someone as flamboyant as him had to admit that he was inferior.

Some elegance is built upon wealth and status.

But some are different.

He was familiar with all the luxury goods in the world that were appropriate for men, but he couldn't recognize the brand of the suit Zhou Lan was wearing.

It was as if it appeared out of thin air.

This man wore no accessories to enhance his appearance; apart from his clothes, everything about him was extremely simple.

Even so, Zhou Lan's temperament remained undiminished; it was something natural, born from her very heart.

A word suddenly popped into Angers' head.

Classical charm.

Like a treasure unearthed from thousands of years of history, it naturally reveals its charm through the refinement of time.

Standing in front of Zhou Lan, he felt a sense of detachment, like looking directly at an antique in a museum.

Angers is an old collector; he has been to China, an ancient country with a long history.

He had visited a museum there once, where he saw a bronze mask that had been unearthed over a thousand years ago.

He stared at the mask through the glass.

The sense of history and vicissitude is palpable; artists from ancient times have inscribed the rustic charm of that era into every line of the mask.

Separated by the glass of the museum, two eras are thus divided.

Just like his feelings when facing Zhou Lan at this moment.

Angers felt that Zhou Lan was somewhat like that bronze mask, with the same clear and strong lines on his face, and his expression remained calm and serene from the first time he met him until now.

It's as if they have a consistent indifference towards everything.

Standing in front of me, he seemed unable to smile, nor did he seem to possess any excitement or other emotions.

"That's about it. If you can solve these problems, I'll even give you the dragon bone!"

Angers, with a cigar in his mouth, spread his hands.

The "Bronze Mask" opened its mouth and said to him, "Is it that simple?" Angers' lips twitched. He picked up a cigar with his fingers, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "The families in the Board of Trustees are almost all core members of the Secret Society. The power they wield is astonishing. Nearly half of the world's wealth belongs to them!"

He had something to say but didn't say it.

In his mind, Zhou Lan was almost synonymous with a Dragon King, but even the Dragon King was not omnipotent.

This is the modern world, where all sorts of high-tech weapons are constantly emerging. Even the most powerful carbon-based life forms would have to bow down to the mushroom cloud of a nuclear bomb.

The Secret Service has this authority.

Zhou Lan's gaze slowly shifted, looking down at the floor below, as if seeing through an obstacle to a distance of nearly a hundred meters, landing on the core of an alchemical matrix beneath the academy.

The skeleton, resembling a cross, called the Dragon Bone Cross, stood there peacefully.

I think you're mistaken!

Zhou Lan said, "Dragon bones are nothing precious to me!"

“Is that so?” Angers narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I'm just a scholar, taking this opportunity to do some research!"

Zhou Lan said.

"Everyone wants to study it!"

Angers was somewhat puzzled; the other person's gaze seemed to indicate that they had known from the beginning that the dragon bones were hidden at the very bottom of the academy.

The bottom of the ice cellar is called the Well of Oblivion. It is the safest place in the entire academy and the most suitable place to hide things.

Perhaps the other party doesn't understand the Secret Party, but he has already explained it very clearly, and he thinks Zhou Lan should give up.

"night!"

Zhou Lan said, "I will go and get it myself!"

Angers' lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he remained seated in the specially customized comfortable chair until Zhou Lan left.

Until the cigarette butt burned his lips.

Chapter Sixty-Four: A Lively Gathering at the Bottom of the Ice Cellar

The Dragon Bone Cross is an incredibly precious thing in this world, both in substance and in meaning.

It can be used to study the Dragon King's authority, or it can be used to create the Philosopher's Stone, a powerful weapon known as the Fifth Element.

Zhou Lan's purpose in wanting this thing was very simple.

The authority of the King of Bronze and Fire was of little use to him, since the Holy Lord had already left Hell and had no need for anything of the same kind to replace him.

But this is a good opportunity to get a sneak peek at whether the authority in this world matches what he desires, and whether the substitute for the replacement spell is up to standard.

He was not inquiring about Angers, but rather informing him.

Anything targeted by the Moon Demon cannot escape, even if it can fly.

That night, in the ice cellar beneath the academy.

The Bronze and Fire King's Dragon Bone Cross is stored here, heavily protected, making it almost as safe as District 13.

Zhou Lan didn't go through the main entrance. Instead, he chose a spot and opened an opening, or rather, a passageway, directly from the ground.

With a thunderous roar like an earthquake, he forcefully opened a pitch-black passage beneath his feet, like a deep well.

Gravity lifted his body, suspending him in the tunnel. The soil beneath his feet kept parting to the sides, as if a super tunnel boring machine was clearing a path for him, but at a much faster speed.

He fell into the water, where stainless steel pipes supply circulating water to the ice cellar.

Silently, the repulsive force pushed the water in the pipes in all directions, surging upwards along the channels he had created, as if in fear of his presence.

He suddenly caught a whiff of something.

"Looks like someone beat me to it!"

Zhou Lan muttered to himself, pushing aside the water with his repulsive force, and calmly drifted toward the Annihilation Well where the dragon bones were stored.