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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 343 Chaos

"You were already dead!"

Marquis Vlad couldn't believe it!

Byrne remained silent; it was certainly deliberate—every time, he summoned those projections that could shock the enemy.

While there was no direct damage, the mental impact was quite useful.

Marquis Vlad looked at the former Cyart King with disbelief and uncertainty.

"Your Majesty! You are actually still alive. I thought you had already..."

The projection of the former Cyart King suddenly opened its eyes, glinting with golden light.

Marquis Vlad instantly sensed hostility and became angrily alert.

"What exactly are you?"

His battle experience was very rich, and he keenly sensed something was amiss.

Then, the projection of the former Cyart King suddenly cut his own palm, and golden blood slowly flowed out from the wound.

This blood, full of the power of salvation, was not the ordinary red but shone brilliantly like liquid gold.