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

She has to give it a try.

Abba Grin manipulated her petrifying magic and lunged at Zhou Lan and west Mu.

"Enemy attack!" A loud shout rang out, and a figure engulfed in flames rushed out from the side.

It was Natsu, his eyes red, rushing towards Abram.

In that instant on stage, Lucy pushed him away, only to be petrified herself.

Natsu was furious.

“Release their petrification, or I’ll have to take action,” Natsu threatened.

He didn't understand. Although they weren't very familiar with each other, they were still members of the same guild and bore the same emblem.

"Why would you attack your own people?" he shouted angrily.

"Who says you're one of us?" Abba Green looked at her fingers and proudly raised her head.

She dodged Natsu's flames, her magic instantly sweeping across his right arm, turning it into a charred wasteland.

"You're no match for me, so get out of my way," Abbagrin said dismissively.

"By the way, while I was making my move, my other companions also made theirs. They might have already wiped out the entire guild by now, hahaha!"

Hearing Abrams's arrogant laughter, Natsu was almost consumed by rage.

This was a premeditated attack.

The enemy probably planned all of this a long time ago.

He held his right arm, which had been affected by Abbagrim's petrification magic and had lost sensation, severely impacting his performance.

He clenched his left fist, and the Fire Dragon Slayer magic swirled around his left arm, the intense light illuminating his profile.

He leaped into the air, his fist, imbued with the power of dragon-slaying magic, descending from the sky.

Dragon Slayer Mages are known for their wide-ranging and aggressive fighting style.

His strike shattered half of the stage.

Abba Green narrowly dodged, but still relentlessly mocked, "If you keep fighting like that, your companion might be the first to break, kid."

With a victor's smile on her face, she pointed to the stone statue on the stage.

Natsu's aggressive fighting style makes it highly likely that he will destroy his teammate, who has already turned to stone, before he can defeat Abram.

The space inside the building did not allow him to fully express himself.

"Damn it!" A surge of anger rose within Natsu, who was furious.

With a crash, a stone statue wobbled and fell to the ground, and Natsu quickly flew over to catch it.

It was Lucy; the shockwaves from the battle had made her statue unstable.

Just then, a petrifying magic struck his back, causing him to turn away.

His body began to petrify from his back, and Natsu quickly activated his flames to fight back.

He looked troubled.

“There’s nothing I can do.” Suddenly, Natsu shook his head, full of helplessness.

"Oh? It seems you have a backup plan?" Abba Green asked, puzzled.

While resisting Abrams's magic, Natsu slowly retreated while holding Lucy's statue.

At the same time, the figure standing behind him was also revealed.

"Trust in the power of your comrades; this is a truth that the guild master taught us." Natsu revealed a rare sly smile.

west Mu slowly walked onto the stage.

“He’s right.” The first thing Ximu said upon stepping onto the stage was, pointing to Natsu in agreement.

He then turned his head and looked at Abbagrin expressionlessly: "Who gave you permission to turn my general into a stone statue?"

"The Great General?" Abba Green was a little confused.

“You turned them all into stone statues… Oh damn, only Qin Shi Huang would do that. You should be with the Holy Emperor.”

Ximu spoke in a language that Abba Green couldn't understand.

Without further hesitation, the same magic surged towards Ximu.

At the same instant, her field of vision suddenly dropped.

Abba Green opened her mouth, but instead made a squeaking sound.

She was turned into a rat.

Just as she was feeling lost, Ximu was already warming up on the spot.

He bounced around a few times, as if he were stretching.

He then took a running start and launched a flying kick at Abba Green.

Judging from his footwork, he seems to be a fairly skilled athlete.

Abba Green suddenly felt herself fly up, crash through the ceiling, and transform into a tiny star that twinkled for a moment.

Then it completely disappeared from sight.

"Looks like I should become a soccer player," Ximu commented to himself. "I should be able to make a lot of money and have fans."

Meanwhile, the magic left behind by Abbagrim, which was charging towards Ximu, was completely absorbed by the Sky Codex floating beside him.

“It will take me some time to decipher her magic, and I will try to restore these stone golems afterward,” Ximu said, turning to Natsu.

Natsu nodded gratefully.

He knew that what Ximu had said to him when he spoke freely before was true.

This guy was originally incredibly powerful.

Ximu glanced around at the stage and the many stone statues below, then his gaze returned to Natsu.

"But before that, you'll have to be the wax museum curator here for a while."

Natsu paused for a moment before realizing what Shiki meant.

He nodded and helped Lucy's statue stand upright.

west Mu then followed Zhou Lan toward the door, speaking as he went.

"Boss, what did you think of my joke just now?" he asked, eager to take credit. Before Zhou Lan could answer, he excitedly affirmed, "Damn, I thought it was hilarious."

Zhou Lan glanced at him and said indifferently, "You've made some progress..."

“Your progress is faster than yours.” Zhou Lan paused for a moment, then added.

"Oh, damn it!" Ximu shook his head in dissatisfaction.

The next second, he suddenly crashed into an invisible wall.

"What is this?" He raised his head blankly and was met with a barrier made of eerie, deep purple characters.

“Dark text,” Zhou Lan said. “It seems someone wants to trap us here.”

“I can’t understand it.” Ximu squinted at the dark characters in front of him.

"Those over eighty years old cannot pass." Zhou Lan seemed completely unaffected by the alien script, staring at the dark characters and instantly deciphering them.

"Looks like we accidentally went a little over the limit." Ximu scratched his head.

Zhou Lan paused for a moment: "I think this lame joke is better than the one before."

"That's great." Ximu crossed his arms and said seriously, "It looks like I've improved again."

Is Chapter 337 sorted alphabetically?

"Therefore, our top priority is to get out of this door."

Ximu snapped out of his smugness about his lame jokes and carefully examined the barrier in front of him.

"This is one application of dark script magic: setting up an obstacle. You must meet the requirements of the dark script to escape," Zhou Lan explained.

"That sounds complicated," Ximu pondered. "What if I use brute force?"

He waved his hand and summoned the Sky Codex. The remains of the black dragon Acnologia twisted, as if they were about to leap out of the codex at any moment.

“If you don’t want your Great General to shed tears,” Zhou Lan’s gaze swept over the stone statue and Natsu behind her, “you can certainly do that.”

"Oh, damn it." Ximu forcibly pressed the eager, skeletal dragon back down.

He reached out and touched the wall made of dark characters.

“Deciphering these characters is troublesome,” he said unhappily.

These two demons naturally do not meet the requirements of Dark Text; in fact, they do not simply fail to meet them, but far exceed them.

Eighty years old?

God knows what they were doing when they were eighty years old.

"Alright, alright, I'm out of ideas, but this magic has successfully piqued my interest." Ximu stepped back, giving Zhou Lan his place.

Zhou Lan smiled calmly.

He extended his slender, bony fingers and placed them against the barrier of dark text, tapping lightly as if knocking on a door.

He then smiled and said, "Alright."

"That's fantastic!" Ximu exclaimed happily, head held high, striding forward.

With a bang.

He covered his head, looked up at Zhou Lan in confusion.

"Boss? Didn't you say it was all better?" Ximu was stunned.

He believed in Zhou Lan's abilities, but why hadn't the barrier disappeared? He had crashed into it head-on.

Zhou Lan raised the corners of her mouth: "I changed its rules."

Ximu stretched out his foot and kicked the dark text barrier, asking in confusion, "Then what rules does this damn thing have now?"

Zhou Lan smiled easily, her figure floating out of the dark text barrier without being hindered at all.

“Now, it’s sorted alphabetically,” Zhou Lan’s voice came from behind the barrier. “Of course, it’s backwards.”

“…” Ximu remained silent for a while.

He then realized that he had been tricked by Zhou Lan.

He shook his head and then stepped out of the barrier.

"Whoever invented this thing, I'm going to hang him up and tie him up for three days and three nights."

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The man in the red uniform with blue hair suddenly changed his expression.

"The spell I set up has loosened?" Fried looked into the distance in confusion.

That's where the beauty pageant room is located.

“Oh? It sounds like someone has broken your magic. How strange,” said Biguslo, who was dressed strangely, beside him.

Together with Abba Grin, these three form the Thunder God Guard, protecting the Thunder Dragon Laxus, essentially a kind of personal guard.

"Any news of Abba Greene? She should be there too," Fried asked to the person beside him.

He is the captain of the Thor's crew.

Upon hearing this, Bigus suddenly reached out and shielded his eyes from the sunlight, seemingly looking towards the sky.

After a moment of silence, he said, "I just saw a shooting star fly out from over there. I guess it must be her."

"Why didn't you say so sooner!" Fried exclaimed urgently.

Biguslow shrugged helplessly: "There's nothing I can do. After all, it could just be a little hamster. I'm not sure."

"Alright, let's stop them. The target should be the important person Lord Laxus reminded us of." Fried raised his rapier and gave the order.

Biguslow nodded, confirming the information, and asked, "Aside from the dark text barrier here being somewhat weakened, what about the other places?"