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

The other person's finger hovered on the trigger.

Saul's broad hands also gripped the pistol.

"What are you trying to do? You idiot, do you think you can stop a bullet?"

Thor didn't speak. A brief surge of power swept through his body, and a faint, almost imperceptible lightning infused him with a bit of strength.

He squeezed hard with his palm, and the security guard screamed in pain. His eyes turned red, and he continued to try to pull the trigger without regard for anything else.

But it's too late now.

The pistol he relied on was twisted and deformed in Saul's hands, turning into a ring of scrap metal.

The security guard stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Monster!" he cried out in shock and fear.

A surge of lightning power erupted from Thor himself. He firmly grabbed the security guard who was trying to escape, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent him flying, crashing into the wall.

He then turned his angry gaze toward the remaining enemies.

These guys had long since lost their will to fight, their legs trembling.

Thor dealt with them effortlessly.

The world fell silent.

As the brief burst of lightning dissipated, Thor looked expressionlessly at Zhong Su beside him.

“You just did something stupid.” His tone was completely flat.

Zhong Su also realized what had happened. He glanced at Saul's bleeding shoulder and belatedly realized that what he had just seen was very dangerous.

Saul saved his life.

He said helplessly, "I don't recognize that thing."

Thor was almost laughing in exasperation at him.

"Sometimes I really wonder which grave you were dug out of. Standing next to you makes me feel smarter."

"Isn't this normal?" Zhong Su said indifferently. "It's always been like this. I just need to govern, and the others will naturally take care of the burdens for me."

He went through the same thing.

Saul probably understands a little about the Sino-Soviet relationship.

Although this guy is arrogant and somewhat irritable, he is similar to him in some ways.

But at least it's not that bad.

Thor, being of a nature that wouldn't tolerate seeing such a being die before his eyes, even if they had a past grudge against each other.

He tore off a piece of his clothes, used it to bandage himself, and then looked at his hands with a slightly puzzled expression.

For a brief moment, he could feel a portion of Thor's power returning to him.

Those powers should have been sealed away by their father, Odin.

Then why did it happen to him?

Thor didn't understand.

He looked up at the sky, silently asking, "Father? Were you watching me just now? Were you helping me?"

“It wasn’t me.” In the space created by Zhou Lan, Odin quickly waved his hand.

Thor couldn't hear his voice; he was only speaking to Zhou Lan.

The two parents had already agreed that neither of them was allowed to interfere.

“Of course I know.” Zhou Lan nodded slightly. “It was the mercy of the gods that manifested at that moment. Isn’t that exactly what you want him to learn?”

"Although it's just the beginning, it's already quite effective, isn't it? Even when facing troublesome guys like China and the Soviet Union, the gods will still lend a hand."

Odin seemed to understand all of this and nodded in relief.

He could foresee that the emergence of China and the Soviet Union might actually allow Saul to learn more.

These two arrogant fellows might learn virtues they never possessed before through their interactions with each other.

"That's it. I never want to see you again. I've never hated anyone so much. It's not legally sound."

Leaving the underground black market, the faint sound of police sirens drifted from afar. Thor spoke to Zhong Su.

He was injured and now, having returned to his mortal form, his face was somewhat pale.

Not to mention that he was already somewhat exhausted after fighting his way out of the underground black market.

“You go over there, I’ll go this way, that’s it, you bastard.” Thor pointed across the street.

The two nodded thoughtfully.

He had discovered that Thor's power was indeed somewhat similar to his own; they both seemed capable of wielding lightning.

But since the other party had just saved his life, even China and the Soviet Union could not discuss the other party's overstepping of power at this moment as usual.

He was just arrogant and disdainful of others, but he wasn't a truly disgusting guy.

So the two figures walked to opposite sides of the street.

As Zhong Su pondered the power of himself and Thor, a dull thud came from behind him.

He turned around and saw that Saul had already collapsed on the ground.

Bright red bloodstains spread from his shoulder; he had been through too much that day and was already at his last gasp.

China and the Soviet Union stood there in silence.

The Demon of Thunder is cold and ruthless, and even with the brotherhood that existed before, he still behaves this way after escaping Hell.

The first thing he did after being released from prison was to settle old scores with his brothers.

In the past, he wouldn't have hesitated at all if he stood here.

"Even if this guy wields lightning just like me, he's still just an insignificant existence..."

"I still need to regain my power and go back to settle accounts with Zhou Lan. For insects like you, ignoring you is the greatest tolerance I can show."

"I hate this world that has banished me, and all the insects I've encountered since I lost my power..."

While China and the Soviet Union were carrying out their mission, they were also thinking about it.

He suddenly realized that his behavior was strange; he could have just left, but he turned back instead.

Even if Thor just saved his life, so what?

It is only right and an honor for the insects to pay tribute to such a noble demon.

"So, what exactly do you want me to learn, my brother?"

Is this pig on your shoulder really heavy?

The heavy footsteps of China and the Soviet Union tread the streets, silently posing questions.

Chapter 414 Take them down!

Logically speaking, China and the Soviet Union should have simply packed up and left.

But inexplicably, he made a choice contrary to his own heart, carrying the unconscious Thor on his back and walking down the street.

His steps were heavy.

In the past, there would have been no need for such a sorry state; a simple point would have been enough to send Thor soaring into the sky.

But things are different now. The power he possesses is extremely unstable. Compared to before, it is not only weak, but it also seems that he can only unleash it under certain circumstances and in certain states of mind.

And Thor, this burly man, was indeed as heavy as a pig.

He, a human being, was given two sedatives in just one day and fought his way out of the underground black market.

The Thunder Demon had never felt so exhausted.

His energy should have been inexhaustible.

The Chinese and Soviet soldiers carried the unconscious Sol on their backs, walking aimlessly through the streets, and passersby made way for them.

It was only at this moment that China and the Soviet Union discovered a problem.

He didn't know where he was going.

Was that the hospital we just visited?

It wasn't that he couldn't find his way; it was just that the hospital was clearly a cruel and dangerous place, and he was afraid that if he went back, he would be targeted by some malicious insect again.

Or perhaps, he now dislikes the smell of the hospital and the syringes.

He doesn't like the feeling of his body being out of control.

He has already lost enough, but he doesn't want to lose control of his own body.

But at the same time, this is a completely unfamiliar world to him.

The road was right in front of him, but for a moment he didn't know which way to go, especially since he was carrying such a heavy load on his back.

So he could only move forward along the street.

Not far away, a door opened, and the drunkard staggered out of the doorway, a cool breeze blowing.

Zhong and Su glanced at the doorplate.

He is actually literate, but most of the time he's too lazy to care.

Because the demons of the past did not need these.

The power of thunder alone can solve 99% of his problems.

The signboard reads "Great Tit Bar" in an elegant font.

"Wine?" Zhong Su paused, glanced at Thor's still bleeding shoulder, and seemed to have thought of something.

This guy is injured; if he doesn't get some treatment, he might not make it through the next couple of days.

He vaguely remembered seeing how ordinary people in his territory treated their wounds.

"Anyway, let's put this guy down first, and then deal with him."

Great Tit Bar.

A tall, muscular figure burst through the door.

"I need some alcohol, get this guy dealt with," Zhong Su shouted toward the counter.

Several pairs of eyes responded and saw the Chinese and Soviet Union toss the heavy Sol onto the table as if it were a sack of rags.

The bar owner glanced around and saw that the bar was full of impressive, muscular men, which was exactly what the name of the bar meant.

"Whiskey, vodka, water of life... or milk for kids?" the bartender mumbled, eliciting a burst of rough laughter from the bar.

He was indeed mocking China and the Soviet Union.

The other person looked like a homeless man who had gone through a series of escapes and battles; he looked extremely disheveled.

He looks like the kind of guy who can't even pull out a couple of coins from his pocket.

The brows of both China and the Soviet Union furrowed.

"Let's see your savings first," the boss said with a smile. "Poor people aren't welcome here."

Zhong Su forced himself to keep his fist clenched and shook his head.

money?

When Zhou Lan threw him over there, she gave him nothing but his clothes.

He tried feeling around in Saul's pockets.

Empty and desolate, just like him.

This was a poor servant in the same predicament as him.

The shopkeeper looked at it for a while and said helplessly, "If you don't have money, the wine won't just jump out of the bottle by itself."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then changed the subject, saying, "Or, if you can beat my clients, I might be able to make an exception for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, several muscular men stood up scattered around the tables in the bar, showing off the muscles on their arms.