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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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36 Chapter Step Over My Dead Body (Vote!)

"Seventeen."

He had killed seventeen of Rhea's cavalrymen; the rest of the enemies should have scattered without their commander.

Snowflakes danced wildly in the sky, soft and light, twirling and swaying, mystical and beautiful.

Lucius stumbled forward, aware that the severe loss of blood was affecting him, and the effect of the blood potion could only provide limited healing.

"If not for the Extraordinary trait 'Fight to the Death,' I wouldn't have been able to fight at all."

But he had just realized one thing—that even a passive Extraordinary trait required a minuscule amount of Spiritual Power to maintain.

The blow that the half-orc knight had delivered to his waist had been nearly fatal; his liver was ruptured.

Moreover, the power of the protective runes lasted only an instant. At that time, they had failed to stop all the bullets, and the last few shots fired by the men were not blocked by the runes; one of the bullets had successfully hit an artery in his thigh.