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

The outcome of the battle is already crystal clear.

The five members of Fairy Tail were unable to rise again, and only one person could emerge victorious.

Surrounded by cheers, Ximu put away the broken bone dragon and the dark clouds that had hung over the arena.

Apart from the still-ruined arena, the oppressive atmosphere from before vanished in an instant.

Like a kind friend, he used gravity magic to lift up the people who had fallen in front of him.

A green glow fell upon the five people; this was a healing spell he had obtained from Wendy, the Dragon Slayer Mage.

The five unconscious people gradually woke up, looking at Ximu with confused and bewildered eyes.

"Competition comes first, friendship second," Ximu smiled silently. "If you're interested, you can also consider joining my guild."

He publicly extended the invitation.

In the audience, Makarov's expression changed drastically.

Faced with this public attempt to poach his partner, he really wanted to stand up and refute it.

But suddenly the pressure around me increased again.

Makarov glanced at his side, looking embarrassed. Zhou Lan was clapping and met his gaze with a gentle expression.

"Why aren't you clapping? The Great Demon Battle is over, cheer up." The Holy Lord laughed and asked.

“Uh, yes, that’s right…” Makarov replied hastily, a smile appearing on his face.

The Grand Magic Games have ended, which is good.

But his guild lost!

Although this scene was indeed somewhat bullying, Ximu's performance, his strength and attitude were completely impeccable.

Makarov couldn't utter a single word.

Any mage with such power and summons would be considered respectful enough to simply look down on someone.

"That's about enough. Let's send the gift to this guy," Zhou Lan said to the Holy Lord with a smile on her face.

"Afterwards, go back."

Chapter 390: The Curtain Falls, Another Begins

Everything is like the tide, rising and falling.

The Grand Magic Games, a major event that shocked the entire nation, also came to an end with its most spectacular climax.

What followed was nothing more than Princess Emerald, representing the Kingdom of Fiore, personally presenting the award and, in the name of the kingdom, acknowledging Devil's Tail's status as "Fiore's First Guild".

The audience members also left their seats, saying that the trip was worthwhile.

Perhaps some things were decided from the very beginning, not just the extraordinary strength that Ximu displayed.

When the sea of ​​trees overhead landed on the capital, some outcomes were already predetermined.

The cheers and shouts subsided like a tide, and after the event, Ximu seemed to have regained his energy.

Above the sea of ​​trees, he stood before Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord, a smile on his face.

"How about it? My strength?" He clenched his fist and chuckled as he addressed the Holy Lord.

He then turned to Zhou Lan and asked, "Boss, how did I do?"

The Holy Lord seemed completely unconcerned: "It's alright, I guess. Your world is just so-so, my brother."

The next second, he was pushed aside by Zhou Lan with one hand.

Zhou Lan nodded in satisfaction: "You've passed the test, Ximu, you've made it."

“I have indeed seen your efforts during this time. I will take you back next. Do you still remember the hatred from the past? It’s time to settle things.”

Upon hearing this, Ximu subconsciously gritted his teeth and said, "That's great, I'm already... impatient."

Just think how miserable he was not long ago.

With only a pair of wings flapping in the sky, it doesn't look like the master of the sky at all.

But now, everything is alright.

"As a reward for passing the test, the Holy Lord and I went back four hundred years and got a little something." Zhou Lan smiled and reached into her sleeve.

He slowly took out his palm and spread it out in front of Ximu.

A dazzling, multicolored sphere of light appeared before Ximu.

The sphere of light was entirely composed of magic, with thousands upon thousands of strands of magic intertwined like rays of light, forming the shape in Zhou Lan's palm.

Ximu's eyes widened immediately.

"Absorb this, then go back and reclaim your demonic energy, and that should be about it," Zhou Lan said calmly.

"How wonderful!" Ximu's eyes lit up.

This magic is fundamentally different from the magic he absorbed before.

They were extracted by Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord from a giant dragon four hundred years ago. Therefore, what west Mu was able to obtain and analyze was the magic of dragons, the magic of more than ten thousand dragons.

Even though there is a lot of magic of the same attribute here, the amplification of existing magic of the same attribute alone has reached a terrifying level.

It's important to know that the Dragon Slayer Magic used by Dragon Slayer Mages like Natsu or Gajeel was modified by the dragons of the past and then passed on to humans.

How can we directly ask the dragon for its fierce power, instead of what's right in front of us?

"Then I won't stand on ceremony, boss." Ximu opened the Sky Codex, and strands of magic power surged into the Sky Codex like rivers flowing into the sea.

"It's enormous; I might need some time to process it all," Ximu couldn't help but exclaim.

He knew it all along; how could someone as clever and obedient as him possibly be isolated by Zhou Lan?

So that's what they were preparing for him—such a grand gift.

"Thank you, boss!" Ximu said excitedly.

"You should thank me, my brother!" The Holy Lord, who had been pushed aside by Zhou Lan, shouted from afar, "Those dragons were my doing."

“Oh.” Ximu glanced at the Holy Lord and said thoughtfully, “That’s good. You should have done this a long time ago. Consider it compensation for the deception you gave me before.”

"Damn it!" The Holy Lord scoffed unhappily.

Zhou Lan didn't bother with their bickering.

The Holy Lord did not come away empty-handed; at least he gained a group of followers.

More importantly, for this old dragon who has always stayed at home, just being able to come out for a stroll would probably make him incredibly happy.

They just don't say it.

"How long will it take to digest this magic?" Zhou Lan asked west Mu.

“They’re too big; I think it will take at least a day,” Ximu estimated.

"One day?" the Holy Lord said again from the side, "It seems you've regressed quite a bit, Ximu."

He had already returned to his true form, his powerful body slowly walking towards them, and he laughed, "I hadn't even noticed until you told me that the most skilled magic users among my brothers and sisters are all here."

“If it were you, I’d probably do more,” Ximu retorted unhappily, then sighed, “Oh, hell, what a damn place.”

The Holy Lord laughed loudly: "I don't think much of it."

He immediately shut his mouth, because Zhou Lan had already raised her palm.

The Holy Lord quickly replied, "I was just joking."

Zhou Lan then turned around, stood on the dividing line between the night and the sea of ​​trees, and said loudly, "One day is enough. Now, it's time to go home."

The moonlight, bright and silvery, flowed over his Taoist robe. Zhou Lan's figure was ethereal, as if a gentle breeze lifted the hem of his garment.

At their feet, the Holy Lord and Ximu looked up at Zhou Lan.

If an ordinary mortal were to witness this scene, they would probably immediately prostrate themselves and call him a true immortal.

But at this very moment, what does Zhou Lan look like in the eyes of these two demons?

After a short while, Ximu briefly made arrangements for the guild, informing them that he would be leaving temporarily. As for the celebration banquet and the recruitment of new members for the guild, he would discuss them when he returned.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Lan pointed with her finger.

A golden ray appeared instantly, then rapidly expanded, opening up to form a golden doorway.

"I'm leaving," Zhou Lan said without turning around.

"Speaking of which, I do miss the air on the other side." Ximu chuckled, flapping its wings before diving into the doorway.

"I should have let you stay behind," the Holy Lord grumbled, followed by, "Next time, let me stay longer. Also, this enemy was far too weak."

The portal disappeared into the night, while at the same time, on the other side...

Three figures already stood in the original world.

Ximu couldn't resist soaring through the sky, breaking through the dense clouds. This time, he had gained something more than when he was first released from prison.

Something called self-confidence.

His travels through the world have greatly increased his power, and he will continue to grow stronger in the future.

Those days of constantly worrying about being worn down, and fearing being sealed away again even after escaping hell, are completely gone from him.

"Demonic energy, return to your master's embrace." Ximu's voice echoed in the sky, "I can no longer endure it, not even for a moment."

Chapter 391 Han Xiangzi

all around the world.

The black aura, invisible to the naked eye, and the demonic energy seemed to awaken, returning to Ximu's embrace at his call.

He already possesses the power to carry his past self.

When all the demonic energy returned, he reached the peak he had reached in the past.

But having returned from another world, he will not only remain at his past peak, but will also become even stronger.

He is absorbing all kinds of magic from another world every second.

One thing the Holy Lord said was true.

If it were Ximu at his peak, as a demon wizard, he wouldn't need to analyze even ten thousand streams of magic power for a whole day.

But in the end, it's a good ending.

With the return of his own Heavenly Demonic Energy, Ximu was able to understand the magic power recorded in the Azure Sky Codex more quickly.

This is a win-win situation.

west Mu hovered in the air, standing in front of Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord.

"I think he's about to appear. I can almost feel that nauseating smell and sound booming in my ears!" Ximu whispered.

He was referring to only one person, and Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord were also waiting for only one person.

As for who it is, with such a high profile, it goes without saying.

"Will you come, or should I go?" The Holy Lord turned his head to look at Zhou Lan.

“I’ll do it.” Ximu’s voice trembled slightly.

"Alright," the Holy Lord said, shrugging helplessly.

That's how demons are; they never want to give up the chance to take revenge themselves to anyone else.

However, this is most likely the only chance he will ever have in his lifetime.

The immortal gods weren't so lucky; they weren't able to be sealed in hell and then come out again, giving Ximu a second chance for revenge.

"Alright, then I'll open the door, he'll watch the show, and you'll fight." The Holy Lord casually pointed and crossed his arms to clear the way.

Zhou Lan nodded slightly and said, "I heard him, he's here."

The moment Zhou Lan finished speaking, a melodious flute tune pierced through the veil of time and space, resounding in the ears of the three demons.

The flute music was melodious and pleasant, but Ximu shook his head impatiently.

The wind suddenly became bleak from all directions.