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From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle. The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations. They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family. They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics. From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears. They were both the creators and the enders of stories. Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward. "Step over my corpse and go on," he said.

Chilled Cola Cat · Urban
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The most important reason the Fischer family chose the sea battle was the great Lord of the Lost!

After Karl devoured a part of the Sea God's authority, he gained the power to manipulate the weather over the seas, and as long as his believers were among them, he could pour out a vast amount of lightning continuously.

The only problem was that it required the consumption of Spiritual Power, which ultimately had its limits.

The enormous battle puppets were defeated, and everyone was shocked beyond measure, with the Royal Family feeling as if they had seen a ghost!

They simply couldn't understand why the war puppets, which even the Monarch powerful experts couldn't defeat, suddenly faced... divine punishment!

Where did that endless stream of lightning come from?

Why could it fall one after the other, annihilating the war puppets with such precision!

"Do they really have the protection of the vast Tempest Overlord?"

"I heard that the Tempest Church is standing on their side!"