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

Chimilov turned his gaze back to the Crimson Lotus Conch Rock in his palm and sneered, "So you're their leader, right? The head of the rebels. If you're allowed to develop for another six months, things might really get complicated."

"Unfortunately, I've already arrived."

He tightened his grip, increasing the tearing force once again.

“A leader? I’m not that kind of person.” Kamina clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and struggled against the tearing force.

"I'm just this guy's older brother!" he roared.

“Big brother…” Simon suddenly looked up.

He pursed his lips, a sudden surge of emotion welling up inside him.

Kamina's words from earlier flashed through my mind.

"Don't trust yourself, trust in my brother Kamina..."

"But if even my older brother can't do it, how can I possibly do something that even he can't do?"

Simon's mind was a jumbled mess, his thoughts rising and falling.

However, Kamina's screams and cries of pain were right beside him, disturbing his peace of mind.

“Big brother…” Simon murmured.

Just then, he suddenly heard a whisper in his ear.

The familiar voice pierced through the chaotic shouts, broke through his confused state of mind, and went straight into the depths of his helpless heart.

"Why not give it a try?" the voice seemed to say.

"Just take one step, and everything might be different. The true meaning of brotherhood is that when one is in trouble, the other will rush to their aid, even at the cost of their own life..."

“This is my brother, Simon.”

The voice was familiar; Simon remembered whose voice it was.

It was Zhou Lan's voice.

"So this is the true meaning of brotherhood..." Simon murmured to himself.

He didn't know what Zhou Lan had been through.

But these words were extremely touching.

Hearing Camina's cries of pain, a green glow slowly ignited in his eyes.

"I don't understand much about the true meaning of brotherhood yet, but since my elder brother is persisting, I have to give it a try!" Simon told himself in a low voice.

He subconsciously took back control of the Red Lotus Conch Rock. Sensing his movement, there was no resistance whatsoever, and Kamina handed everything over to him.

There was no other reason than his belief, his belief in his brother, even though he seemed timid and cowardly.

In Simon's eyes, the light grew even brighter.

Spiral force surged through his mind and body. He took over the pilot's position, and the tearing pain immediately transferred to him.

But that wasn't enough; he had to withstand the unparalleled power of Mount Dayan.

Without fusion, even with increased willpower, Crimson Lotus Rock's strength remains unchanged.

"what?"

Chimilov felt resistance at his fingertips and looked at the ant with a puzzled expression.

"Hmph, a desperate struggle." Chimilov remained disdainful. "The gap in strength between us is far greater than you imagine!"

Chimilov was telling the truth. His strength far surpassed that of Kamina and Simon, and Mount Dayan was far beyond what the current Crimson Lotus Rock could withstand.

The difference between them is like an ant trying to shake a tree; they are worlds apart.

As long as he puts aside his desire to have fun, he can crush this ant anytime, anywhere.

In Simon's hands, the Crimson Lotus Rock held on for a brief moment, the green light of the spiraling force flowing inside the machine.

This bewildered and weak-willed boy, in any case, took a real step forward.

that's enough.

Even in terms of sheer strength, Dayanshan is powerful enough to overlook Honglianluoyan at its foot from its summit.

But above the mountain peak, there is still the sky.

“You make me feel gratified. At least I’ve seen awakening and progress, which is not bad.” In his struggle, Simon heard Zhou Lan’s words in his ear.

In an instant, he suddenly felt the pressure on his body dissipate.

But the pressure didn't disappear; instead, it shifted to a guy who had been incredibly arrogant just moments before.

An overwhelming and irresistible sense of oppression descended upon Dayan Mountain and upon Chimilov.

above the sky.

A huge, pale purple full moon slowly descended.

Chapter 259 Arrives! A Diamond Shaped Like a Moon Wheel

How could the moon have fallen down?

Chimilov didn't understand.

He looked up, his eyes filled with a pale purple halo; the moon almost filled his entire eye socket.

It's obvious that this is aimed at him.

"Another enemy?" Chimilov asked, puzzled. "In...the sky?"

There was no face to be seen, and no one was to be seen either.

The only thing visible was this pale purple moon.

It slowly approached, carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression.

The sight was so grand, like a celestial body falling, that it overwhelmed Chimilov, making him forget everything else.

He silently released his power, and Dayan Mountain remained motionless, like prey being watched by its natural enemy.

Seizing the opportunity, the crimson lotus snail at his fingertips, under Simon's manipulation, struggled to spread his fingers and fell downwards.

Indeed.

There is now an almost absolute difference between Honglianluoyan and Dayanshan.

This is a classic case of an ant trying to shake a tree—overestimating one's own strength.

But this only applies to Crimson Lotus Rock, and specifically to Kamina and Simon, who have just left the beginner village.

When Dayanshan raised his head, looking up at the moon in the sky and at Zhou Lan's casually written calligraphy.

In that instant, I also understood what it meant for a mayfly to see the blue sky.

Chimilov was so stunned by the moon that he dared not move, and stood frozen in place.

Along with Dayanshan, there was a dull, stagnant silence.

In his eyes, the overwhelming power of celestial bodies overwhelmed everything.

His most relied-upon and immensely proud Mount Dayan, this colossal face that could crush an ordinary opponent with a mere gesture, now stood before the gradually sinking moon overhead.

It's still too small.

When he is powerful, he can oppress the weak without restraint.

But if you switch places with him, when he is in the position of the weaker party, he won't even have the will to resist.

Chimilov just stared blankly as the moon fell from above.

Not only him, but also the Yanmian Legion surrounding him, all looked up in confusion.

Further away, the faces of the underground kingdom fled in all directions.

Countless voices echoed through the channel.

"This is a natural disaster!" This is the most frequently said phrase.

Among the legion sent to quell the rebels, some orcs composed themselves, intending to escape in their Faces.

But sadly, they discovered that the faces they had once commanded so easily had suddenly become unruly and out of control.

It was as if they were frozen in place by magic, unable to move.

It felt like being forced to sit in the audience and witness the end of this grand performance.

This is truly a bizarre scene.

The purple moon descended, while the creatures on the ground remained motionless, as if welcoming its arrival.

Chimilov finally realized what was happening.

He bit his tongue hard, the pain jolting him awake and bringing him back to his senses from the oppression.

But he soon discovered the problem and found himself in the same predicament as the other orcs.

Even a massive and magnificent mountain like Dayan Mountain was unable to move under that inexplicable controlling force.

This is a massive face, comparable in size to a mothership, yet at this moment it is just like any other ordinary face, struggling to even move.

With everyone eagerly anticipating it, the pale purple full moon finally drew near.

As they got closer, the beastmen discovered a problem.

Chimilov's face showed a look of shock.

They had all been mistaken before. Perhaps the pale purple full moon was high in the sky and too far away from them, so they mistook it for a real moon.

It wasn't until the other side got close that they realized they had been deceived by their own strength.

That's not the moon.

It was a huge drill bit that was spinning rapidly and was surrounded by a pale purple aura!

With the drill bit tip pointing downwards, it cleaved through space and clouds as it spun rapidly, then continued its unstoppable downward trajectory.

Looking down from the front view, they can only see a standard circle.

The drill was so enormous, and falling from the very top of the sky, that they mistook it for the moon.

For some reason, Chimilov's heart suddenly turned cold.

The scene suddenly became even more terrifying in his eyes.

If he could still see this as a natural disaster in some sense before, the enormous drill he was looking at now could only be the work of humans.

But how could that be!

How could anyone possibly do that!

Looking across the entire planet, he couldn't think of anyone else who could do it besides Roger Nymph himself.

Many images flashed through Chimilov's mind.

No, that's impossible!

No one but the Spiral King can do it.

But he did not sense the presence of the Spiral King.

Chimilov was in despair.

He watched and waited silently, awaiting destruction, muttering incessantly:

"My king... there are enemies as powerful as you..."

The overwhelming pressure he felt brought him a sense of insignificance, a power identical to that of the Spiral King.

Finally, after Chimilov's agonizing wait...

The drill bit, shaped like a full moon, finally arrived.

It crashed in the center of the battlefield, landing at the location of Dayan Mountain.

An unprecedented aura suddenly erupted.

The deafening explosion swept everything away, sending sand and dust billowing up in all directions.

Suddenly, the world became shrouded in mist.