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

Thunder Dragon Lagoss.

He stood in the heart of Fairy Tail, his face full of arrogance.

The golden lightning was like water gushing out of a shattered bottle.

Centered on him, it twisted and spread in all directions, instantly shattering everything around it into dust.

He possesses such strength, and indeed has the right to be arrogant.

"This guild can't afford to make any more mistakes," Laxus said, uttering words that had been kept hidden in his heart.

“Makarov…Grandpa, he is far too weak.”

That's right, he saw the companionship and sympathy in Fairy Tail as weakness.

In his mind, true strength and truly powerful guilds should move forward without any scruples.

As for the other weak and incompetent individuals, they should all be abandoned by the guild's war machine.

This is the solution to Fairy Tail's stagnant guild rankings over the years, Laxus firmly believes.

He had long disapproved of his grandfather Makarov's actions, partly due to his father, Makarov's son Ivan.

Ivan left Fairy Tail for some reason years ago, became enemies with Makarov, and founded his own guild.

Laxus's rebellion was, of course, also due to his seductive influence.

However, regardless of the circumstances, this time, Laxus has made up his mind to personally reorganize the guild.

No one could stand in his way.

The strongest fortresses are often breached from within, and Laxus and his Thunder Legion know almost everything about Fairy Tail.

What is the actual strength of a specific individual?

People like Makarov are already locked up in their rooms by Fried's magicians, and among the S-class mages, Gildarts has been away for a long time and is not worth considering.

Another S-rank mage who appeared before, the Fairy Queen Erza, seemed to have been stimulated after making a brief appearance and left the guild again to travel far away on a mission.

As for Mirajane, Lagersas did not consider her an opponent.

So now the only one to consider is another S-rank mage, Mystergan, who has been living in seclusion and appearing and disappearing mysteriously all along.

Then there are Zhou Lan and west Mu.

Laxus had heard of Zhou Lan's achievements, having single-handedly defeated the ultimate weapon of the Spectre Dominator. As for Ximu, although he was a newcomer, he seemed to be able to use a variety of different spells, making him difficult to deal with.

These two were at Fairy Tail's base when he launched this rebellion.

He ordered Fried to trap them with dark text, but it's unknown how effective it will be.

A wisp of lightning rose from Laxus's palm as he called out, "Freed?"

There was no response for a long time on the other end, and Laxus frowned.

“Bygusro?” he tried again to call out to the rest of the Thunder Gods.

What he didn't know was that Fried and Biguslow were lying sprawled in the ruins some distance away.

One whose entire body was ashen and whose magic was completely locked away.

The other was covered in bruises and was unconscious.

Laxus, unconvinced, continued to call out, "Abbagrim!"

His temper was visibly bad; after calling him twice without response, his tone became harsh.

This time, as Laxus wished, his call was finally answered.

"squeak--"

A look of confusion crossed Laxus's face.

He didn't recall Abbacchantine having any particular habit of keeping small animals.

“I hope you’re not joking with me,” Laxus said in a deep voice to the other end of the magical link.

After a long silence, Abba Green's voice finally rang out, sounding weary.

“It’s me, Abba Greene, I’m finally alive,” she said wearily.

"What's wrong with you? How's the matter I asked you to do going?" Not long ago, he ordered Abbagrin to ambush and petrify other unsuspecting female mages and spectators at the beauty pageant.

Abba Greene paused for a moment, then replied, "I did it."

“That’s good. Now come to my side,” Laxus said.

“I’m afraid… that won’t work…” Abbagrien unusually refused Laxus’s request.

"Hmm?" Laxus's voice suddenly carried a hint of doubt.

He seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Where are you?"

Silence fell again on the other end of the communication.

In the dense forest, towering trees reach straight to the sky.

Abba Greene glanced at herself, covered in wounds, and helplessly looked up at the top of her head, which was filled with tree branches and leaves.

She had just broken free from Ximu's passive reception of magic and returned to her human body.

"To be honest, Lord Laxus, I'm not entirely sure about my location either..." Abbagrien said hesitantly.

Who knows where he was kicked by Ximu?

Is this still within the Kingdom of Fiore?

After a chilling crackling of electricity, Abhagrayn completely lost contact with Laxus.

The other party cut off the communication and seemed to be in a rage.

Their gaze shifted from Ababaglin, who was deep in the unknown forest, to Laxus of the guild.

He certainly had reason to be angry.

Of the three trusted subordinates of Thor, two did not respond at all, and their fates were unknown.

The remaining one seems to have already started living a life of wilderness survival, and doesn't even know where it is.

He had never thought his subordinates were so unreliable.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he finally caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing in from the distant horizon.

From two tiny black dots, they gradually transformed into two figures.

Laxus stood still, quietly waiting for the enemy to come to him.

"They've finally arrived. It seems my men have been defeated by you." He spoke slowly after the two figures landed.

“You seem quite composed.” Ximu flapped his wings and landed on the roof, looking down at Laxus.

“Of course, because I will crush you with my own hands.” Laxus clenched his fist.

Several thick bolts of lightning were crushed into tiny, flying sparks in his hand, demonstrating that his control over his lightning dragon-slaying magic had reached another level.

They are far superior to ordinary dragon slayer mages.

His gaze swept over the lightning swirling around Laxus, and as if he had thought of something, he stroked his chin and said seriously, "Interesting. Or is it that all of you who wield lightning have this kind of personality?"

Ximu thought of another person, no, another demon.

A guy who always carries a Thunder Spear in his hand, shouting "Call me master!" while giving others electrotherapy.

"It seems you know other mages who practice lightning magic." Laxus stretched his limbs. "How do you compare to me?"

He asked the question with confidence. Strong people are always calm because they are confident that they will never lose.

Upon hearing Laxus's question, Ximu suddenly frowned, his expression becoming somewhat strained.

Even Zhou Lan, who was standing to the side, slightly suppressed the corners of her mouth.

He wasn't one to mock people; some things had to be said by Ximu.

“To be honest,” Ximu glanced at Laxus, “you might be qualified to carry his shoes.”

Chapter 340 You're in luck

Ximu's frankness undoubtedly angered Leilong.

Laxus lowered his eyes, and even the depths of his eyes seemed to flash with lightning.

The golden lightning around him surged even more fiercely.

If it were an ordinary mage, simply standing next to Laxus would probably be intimidated by his lightning dragon-slaying magic.

But Zhou Lan and west Mu seemed completely indifferent.

Even so, Ximu still had the leisure to tease him.

He pointed at Laxus, turned his head to Zhou Lan, and said with a smile, "Look, he seems angry."

Laxus was indeed furious. His eyes blazed with gold as he looked up and said, "You will pay the price for your nonsense!"

His unruly nature prevented him from being tainted in the slightest.

He raised his hands, and two thick, golden bolts of lightning, like snakes, shot upwards swiftly towards Zhou Lan and west Mu.

"To be honest, even when I dominated the skies, I wasn't as arrogant as this guy." Ximu flapped his wings and took off, dodging the thunder's attack.

But the lightning seemed to be automatically tracking him, closely following behind him, determined to strike him down.

“That makes sense.” Zhou Lan nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on the golden lightning rushing towards her.

Laxus was not the kind of reckless fool.

The lightning bolts he hurled at the two of them, the thicker one clearly aimed at Zhou Lan.

The seemingly destructive thunder was merely his initial probe.

He raised himself up, seemingly admiring Ximu being chased by lightning, but in reality, most of his attention was on Zhou Lan.

Thunder roared in, heading straight for Zhou Lan's face in the sky.

Laxus's eyes narrowed as he watched Zhou Lan slowly extend her hand, her fingertips lightly tapping the air.

The thick bolt of lightning stopped abruptly in mid-air, its constantly twisting trajectory freezing instantly.

The lightning bolt bowed down before Zhou Lan.

The next second, in Laxus's eyes.

The lightning he unleashed shattered into beautiful glimmers of light in front of Zhou Lan, golden specks falling from the sky like a golden rain.

Zhou Lan lowered her gaze, shook her head, and said, "Unfortunately, the one you're going to fight isn't me; I'm just your coach."

His voice suddenly became formal, and he said seriously, "Begin the timer."

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhou Lan's figure flashed away, and Laxus looked around but couldn't find him anywhere.

"Where did it go?" he asked in surprise.

"Looks like my exam has started!" Ximu's voice came from the sky.

In that instant, his magical power surged like a tide, and with a flap of his wings, he released a streak of emerald green light that shattered the lightning that followed.

With a graceful figure, Ximu twirled in the air, arms crossed, expression serene, feet together, suspended in mid-air.

His two wings, one on the left and one on the right, are perfectly symmetrical, while his own body serves as the dividing line of axial symmetry.

Whether you look at it at a glance or a close inspection, its exquisite craftsmanship makes it seem like a creation of heaven.

The Celestial Codex landed in front of him.

Unfold.

"Hehe, you're in luck, young man." Ximu said something that puzzled Laxus out of the blue.

"Don't understand? Then eat my thunder!" Laxus raised his thick, muscular arm in a sudden fist.

The lightning on the ground rose up along with his movements, increasing in number and coalescing together.

It's like a golden waterfall cascading upwards.

His first move was like a breathtaking spectacle.

At the same time, a large amount of golden lightning also gathered on Laxus's body, providing him with power support.