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

He didn't know much about the Sino-Soviet relationship, and Zhou Lan's younger brother was someone he didn't know unless the Sino-Soviet relationship had some other tricks up its sleeve.

That's impossible.

Based on Odin's previous observations, Zhong Su was an arrogant person, and if he still had his power, he would not be able to bear being beaten by Loki.

The situation in the human realm has become very clear: Thor is unable to move, and Zhong Su is being repeatedly slapped around by Loki.

Odin carefully sensed the current and future weather and concluded that there would be no more thunderstorms; these two had no chance of turning the tide.

When Loki gets serious, he's the god of trickery and magic, so how could he possibly be outmaneuvered?

A thousand thoughts flashed through Odin's mind in an instant.

He almost made himself dizzy.

While observing Zhou Lan's feedback, he also examined the battlefield in the human realm.

He didn't have time; he had to make a decision.

“It seems you’ve made up your mind, then I choose…” Zhou Lan suddenly spoke up.

"No! I've changed my mind!" Odin suddenly raised his hand. "I want to choose again. I trust Loki."

He was observing Zhou Lan as he said this.

After all, he was a powerful and influential god who had long held a high position.

In that instant, the fleeting displeasure that crossed Zhou Lan's face did not escape his notice.

Odin finally smiled.

Zhou Lan was silent for a moment before finally speaking: "You were too slow to choose, this one is invalid."

"No, this can't be done!" Odin hurriedly called out to Zhou Lan.

"The battle is not over yet. Perhaps your brother still has some strength left, but my son, Thor, is actually very strong. He's just waiting for an opportunity to unleash his power!"

Odin blurted out a series of explanations, trying to stop Zhou Lan from abstaining.

He knew he had made the right choice this time. Zhou Lan thought he would reconsider and turn to trust Saul and Zhong Su, but he had considered the overall situation this time, and Zhou Lan did not want to lose everything he had done before.

How can this work!

Zhou Lan fell silent.

He looked at the Chinese and Soviet hordes of people in the human world, limping and disheveled amidst the dust and smoke of the battlefield.

"Do I even have a choice?" Zhou Lan said with a slight, helpless smile.

Chapter 439 I wish I hadn't seen it

"In short, you should continue to trust your brother. He has immense power, including Thor, who is very strong."

Odin explained eagerly.

He spoke rapidly, as if afraid that the battle in the human realm would end and the bet would be null and void.

He had finally gotten a chance, and victory was within his grasp. How could he let this rare opportunity slip away?

The more Zhou Lan hesitated, the more Odin felt he had done the right thing and had to try to keep her.

"Are you sure?" Zhou Lan asked, pointing to the human realm.

“I’m sure, believe me, they will definitely erupt!” Odin nodded heavily.

"Ugh--"

Zhou Lan couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He said helplessly, "Forget it, it's rare for us to meet, and I don't need these few coins."

He looked at Odin and said seriously, "I'm a considerate person, remember this: if you hadn't persuaded me to stay, I would never have entered this game again."

“Of course, of course!” Odin said confidently. “Once this matter is over, I will hold a feast of the gods in Asgard to properly entertain you.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Lan finally shook her head helplessly and said slowly, "Then I'll do the opposite of you and bet on Zhong Su and Sol."

“Okay!” Odin readily agreed with a cheerful smile.

The two then turned their gazes to the battlefield in the human realm, awaiting the outcome.

One of them had barely contained joy on his face, while the other remained calm and composed.

"Loki, my child, don't let your father down, you must!" Odin kept repeating to himself.

Interestingly, this was the first time in so many years that he had placed such great hopes on Loki.

This was probably the time in Loki's life when his father paid the most attention and had the highest expectations for him.

Even though he himself was completely unaware of it at that moment.

Meanwhile, in the human world.

The battlefield where the three of them had been standing had already been completely destroyed by Loki.

He was almost unilaterally ravaging China and the Soviet Union, venting his anger.

"Keep jumping, mortal, you arrogant fool, you clumsy worm!" Loki hovered in the air, his immense divine power chasing after Zhong Su and bombing everywhere.

The words spoken by China and the Soviet Union not long ago had indeed stung him deeply.

Loki was furious that the weaker party would dare to provoke him, a god.

He wanted to torture this guy until he couldn't move, and then kill him to vent his hatred.

In the distance, the Chinese and Soviet Union were fleeing in disarray.

Loki's magic seemed to follow him relentlessly, and he was constantly being hit, leaving his once robust body covered in wounds.

Rather than saying he was in a sorry state, it would be more surprising that even with such injuries, China and the Soviet Union could continue fighting.

Throughout the entire process, both China and the Soviet Union remained silent.

He knew he was no match for Loki at this moment, and he had even been in mortal danger several times just now, but even so, his brother, who had been watching the battle, still did not choose to help him.

There was some confusion in the minds of both China and the Soviet Union.

In this critical moment, most of his mind was not on Loki's attack; he was almost entirely relying on intuition to escape.

In truth, Zhong Su knew that at this moment, all he needed to do was apologize to his brother, and the power would return to him.

But this did not happen between China and the Soviet Union.

His mind was a tangled mess, and the "reason for loss" that he had remembered not long ago was once again on his mind.

Compared to the physical injuries, what caused the Sino-Soviet conflict even more was his head injury.

He tried hard to recall that reason, the reason why he was unwilling to do so even though he knew that admitting his mistake could resolve everything.

He had to recall it and then tell Zhou Lan in person.

Why did he disregard his brotherhood and sisters and challenge the Holy Lord to a duel as soon as he was released from prison?

Why won't he admit his mistake?

But a part of his memory seemed to be blurred, a result of the wear and tear inflicted upon him by hell.

Like a glass window on a winter night, he wiped away a layer of fog, but icicles still clung to the outside, making it difficult to see clearly.

"That's enough," Loki suddenly said in a low voice from afar. "I'm tired of playing around."

He raised his hands upwards, and the scepter rose with him, radiating divine power.

"That's it. Let it end. Disappear from this world," he declared coldly.

Loki was already preparing a strike powerful enough to kill China and the Soviet Union, while their opponents, China and the Soviet Union, stood there dumbfounded.

"Ugh—" Thor watched this scene unfold.

What is this madman waiting for? Death? Is he just going to give up like this?

Thor couldn't understand.

The image of the Chinese and Soviet soldiers charging at each other with pistols not long ago flashed through his mind.

The situation was exactly the same, but compared to last time, he was now trapped, wanting to stop it but powerless to change the situation.

"Why!" Thor clenched his teeth tightly.

“Clearly…clearly possessing power, yet unable to do anything when needed most…” He almost ground his teeth to powder.

"Does having my divine power sealed and my Mjolnir taken away mean I'm truly a useless piece of trash?"

"That's not how it is, and it shouldn't be like this!"

Thor's eyes widened as he struggled with all his might, the chains binding him rattling loudly.

He didn't want to see the Chinese and Soviet Union killed before his eyes.

No matter what method he used, no matter what he did, he didn't want that madman to die like that!

With a bang, the chains were still on, but he managed to break free of the silencing Loki had placed on him.

"I am Thor, born for the glory of Asgard, and it is my duty to protect everything I want to protect!"

"Thor!?" Loki turned his head in surprise.

"If I have nothing, then I have nothing. At least I still have myself..."

“Father, I do not crave your forgiveness. Even if you return everything I have in the past because you forgive me, I still cannot find my own way in the end.”

Thor lowered his head and cried out in pain.

"Zhongsu is right. I should... find the power within myself, abandon everything from the past. I am not a piece of trash, I am Thor!"

"If I truly possess such power, then manifest it now. I must save, I need...you..." Thor prayed, yearning.

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head.

His eyes were instantly illuminated by silver lightning. Casting aside the past, he desperately craved a power to change everything now.

He wants to save China and the Soviet Union, defeat Loki, and reclaim his former glory on his own.

He recalled the face of his father, Odin, who should be sleeping in his palace at this moment. That aged face, every wrinkle telling him that he carried the hopes for Asgard's future.

He glared angrily at the destructive force Loki was unleashing towards the Soviet Union.

He prayed to heaven, but only he himself answered.

But that's enough.

The chains crumbled inch by inch, and Thor stood as firm as a mountain.

The roaring, flashing thunder almost engulfed him entirely.

He had no hammer, he called out, but Mjolnir was nowhere to be found, and there was no response.

The only response he received was his own thunderous power.

They obeyed Thor's call, joyfully gathering together to be used by the god of thunder.

Silvery lightning coalesced into a brand-new hammer, which Thor frowned at, then transformed into a spear, which he held firmly in his palm, exuding an imposing and awe-inspiring aura.

He looked up at the sky.

“I did it, Father, did you see it?”

Chapter 440 My Father Will Be Happy for Me

"Father, did you see that?"

This is a question that directly touches Odin's soul.

At this moment, the joy on Odin's face faded like the tide.

His face, which had been beaming with the joy of victory, turned as black as if a book had been turned.

He was speechless.

He's really old; the fact that he didn't collapse is already a testament to his efforts to maintain his composure.

He wished he hadn't seen it.

Odin's face was as dark as an unyielding cloud, and he glanced at Zhou Lan.