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

From the discovery of enemy intelligence to the failure of Chimilov's campaign, the time elapsed was no more than two months.

Such a force absolutely does not exist on the planet they rule.

“Even among us, Chimilov is by no means weak. It seems the enemy is more troublesome than we imagined,” Guham said, frowning.

“There must be something fishy going on. Perhaps… I should go.” Shutomandra volunteered. “Your Majesty, with the central command in place, this matter can be left to us.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to Rogeron on the throne.

The current situation is actually quite troublesome for Spiral King as well.

As the strongest beings on this planet, due to the Spiral race's innate drive for progress and breakthroughs, the rebel forces from all directions have never stopped.

Most of them sprang up like mushrooms after rain, suppressing one side only to find another, without end.

However, most of the rebels are not very strong. So far, the strongest rebels have been able to suppress the rebellion completely by sending out only two small teams.

But this time, it seems to be completely different.

The rebels, having somehow acquired some kind of technology, were able to kill Chimilov of the Raging Waves.

And the Spiral King, on the surface of this planet, drives all the walking faces with his spiral force.

Orcs do not possess the Spiral Force; they are merely tools created by him for his rule and management.

He drives the faces covering the entire surface of the planet entirely by his own spiral force.

That's why Shuthmandra said he was stationed in the central command and couldn't move around easily.

Of course, the Spiral King could also intervene.

But to require the king to deal with a newly formed rebel stronghold would make them seem utterly useless.

"What Chimilov can't do, let any one of us do." The three voices merged into one, looking sincerely at Spiral King.

After the sound faded, Tie Peilin fell silent again.

The Spiral King sat upright on his throne, his arm supporting his cheek, his gaze fixed on the distance.

Nobody knows what he's thinking.

Even Guham, who is closest to him among the Four Heavenly Kings, cannot fathom his thoughts now.

"Guham, Atine, Shuttormandra..." Finally, the Spiral King spoke.

"We're here!" the three responded in unison.

"You all go together," the Spiral King said calmly.

The three exchanged glances, a hint of surprise in their eyes. This meant that the strongest forces on the planet, besides the king himself, would be gathered at the enemy's base.

This is the first time in history.

"As you wish!" the three replied in unison, full of confidence.

Soon, three figures left Tie Peilin.

They made promises and solemnly went to their posts and territories, preparing to draw up manpower and their special reputation.

Before long, this immense force will descend upon that unknown enemy.

Failure is not written in the lives of these victorious generals.

Even after his three strongest subordinates left, Spiral King maintained his expression.

He seemed to prefer stillness to movement, and his gaze was distant.

Even when news of Chimilov's death reached Teperin, it did not cause him the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He showed no worry, nor any anger, as if he could accept any outcome.

Even if the news of the simultaneous deaths of three officers came back in the next second, it probably wouldn't cause any change in his expression.

What is he thinking?

Perhaps only God knows.

……

On the other side, half a month had passed since the army that had wiped out Chimilov was destroyed.

The larger the force, the longer it takes to respond to situations.

And this time is exactly what the Spiral Clan of the Underground Kingdom needs most.

What is quite counterintuitive is that the Da Yanshan Mountain in Chimilov seems to be capable of mass production.

After transmitting the footage of the other party driving Dayanshan back underground, the engineers offered their thoughts.

The Great Yan Mountain is simply larger and more powerful than an ordinary face.

It's not impossible to replicate an exact replica from a mold, since they already possess the technology to mass-produce ordinary faces.

All that's left is to build an even bigger one.

For Kamina, nearly dying also seems to have had a significant impact on him.

It at least kept him quiet for a day.

He locked himself in his room and pondered for a long time.

When he came out, he was back to his usual cheerful and enthusiastic self.

“Big brother…” Simon stood at the door and looked at Camina.

He seemed to have a lot to say, but he was clumsy and awkward with words.

“It’s alright, Simon!” Camina patted him on the back. “You did a great job, Simon, facing that big guy!”

“I, Kamina, can’t just die at that guy’s hands. I still have brothers.” He laughed heartily.

"The secret of brotherhood...?" Simon murmured.

"Hey, the enemy shouldn't be coming back anytime soon. Speaking of which, I haven't seen enough of the outside world yet. Let's go hunting, Simon. I'll bring you back some game."

Kamina hoisted the long knife onto his shoulder and strode outside with a swagger.

For such a person, emerging from the shadow of death is as simple as eating and drinking.

His momentum did not seem to be dampened by this.

Simon stood alone underground, watching Camina's figure disappear into the ground.

To be honest, although he was quite scared at the time, he didn't have any lingering fear after he came to his senses.

There was even a hint of excitement in them.

He didn't realize that, from that battle until now, his performance had unknowingly surpassed that of Camina.

Having also experienced the shadow of death, he quickly integrated into the mundane routine of daily life.

It was his talent, but he never realized it himself.

Simon wandered around underground, not digging holes, but seemingly searching for something.

Looking for someone.

I hope she can come into my sight.

Chapter 262 A Young Man's Feelings and a Kiss

Death makes people realize many things.

Many things that existed in one's subconscious before death but suddenly surfaced after death.

For example, a figure or something similar.

As a member of the Spiral race, as a man, even though he is currently just a boy.

The innate desire to advance and develop the race is an inherent trait shared by all Spirals.

When death approaches, one will involuntarily think about one's contributions to the community.

That's when you grow.

Just as humans are controlled by hormones, the same applies to the Spiral family.

Driven by the most powerful hormone of death, Simon inevitably wanted to leave something behind.

For a Spiral race member who considers themselves an ordinary member, the simplest and most direct thing they can leave behind for their race is...

They are descendants.

This significance is especially elevated when the population of a group is small.

For the sake of the continuation of the race, this is generally the case in a sense.

Simon searched underground, unaware of how much he longed for that figure to appear before his eyes.

Even if it's just looking, without crossing the line into a so-called relationship.

This is something etched into the genes of the Spiral Clan, something even young boys yearn for.

There are still quite a few women underground.

Most of them did the same tiring work as the men, digging tunnels day after day.

But one girl was different.

Yuko, who came from the village of Rituna on the ground, was recently merged with the village.

It was also the first time he met Yanmian and Zhou Lan that he met this spirited woman who dared to confront Yanmian with just a gun.

She was beautiful from any angle and had a generous personality, except that she was a bit older than Simon.

Not only in Rituna Village, but in this vast underground country, Yuko is the most special and irreplaceable one.

Simon harbored a youthful longing, yearning to find the other person.

He wasn't as confident and handsome as his older brother Kamina, nor as forthright as the orc hunter Kotang.

He's just a little boy; I hope he can just watch from afar.

This is a beautiful dream that belongs only to the little boy.

After a long while, Simon finally stopped.

He couldn't find Yuko.

It's normal that the other party isn't underground for the time being. That lively, energetic, bold, and meticulous pretty girl used to live on the surface, so she might have gone somewhere to act alone again.

Simon shook his head, clearing his mind of the thoughts.

Camina said he was going hunting, most likely to relax.

Although based on previous experience, there shouldn't be any major enemies appearing outside for the time being, Brother Kamina didn't have the face to drive.

If we encounter a few scattered and unruly individuals, it could still be quite dangerous.

Since that incident, Simon has always harbored a sense of unease about Camina.

He probably doesn't even want to admit it himself.

In the past, I had the impression of Kamina, a powerful figure who could do anything. But perhaps...

He's just an ordinary person.

Shaking his head to clear his jumbled thoughts, Simon called to the Spiral Rock and steered it toward the ground.

At least keep watch from a distance without interfering with Brother Kamina's hunting.

That's what he thought.

There was a meadow of water plants in a remote area nearby, which they had seen from afar when they last left the ground.

Kamina most likely went there.

Simon drove the Spiral Rock out of the ground; outside, it was a starry night.

The twinkling stars cast their glow, providing the boy walking in the night with a good view.

Snail Rock moved very fast, but as it approached the waterweed, it slowed down, making its movements more agile.

Thanks to the small size of the snail rock, he quietly approached the water meadow.

It's always like this: the more vulnerable and sensitive a little boy is, the more delicate his thoughts become.