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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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Chapter 332 Wordless Elder

"Kill me!"

The former Cyart King's eyes shimmered with determination and decisiveness as if he were prepared to meet death with open arms.

Whether it was by his own volition or because of the "Angel's Cage" that he had regained his senses, he wasn't clear, but deep down he knew his moments of clarity were few.

If he didn't die quickly, he would once again become the enemy's pawn.

The projection of Duke Black Iron, controlled by Byrne, said nothing. His black wings erupted with countless obsidian feathers, which covered the sky and headed straight for the former Cyart King in an instant.

Each of these black feathers was filled with lethality that even the former Cyart King could not withstand much of.

Of course, if it weren't for the "Angel's Cage" taking effect, he would have more than one way to avoid most of the damage.