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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.

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Chapter 460 The Battle for Ahornblatt Province

Under the boundless azure sky, the enormous three-headed dragon was draped in resplendent, dazzling scales, each seemingly imbued with the luminescence of constellations, shining brightly in the sunlight, shimmering with a mysterious sheen.

Its body coiled and twisted for hundreds of meters, resembling a moving mountain range, yet more animated and majestic than any natural wonder.

Three dragon heads held high, each with its own distinct charm.

The central head was dignified and solemn, golden eyes revealing a glow of ancient wisdom, as if it could perceive all things in the world; one head was sly and sharp, emerald eyes flickering with cunning and curiosity, constantly looking around for potential prey; while the third head seemed gentle and compassionate, blue eyes filled with reluctance.

"This is the place, we must hold it! Prevent the enemy's reinforcements from coming! All for Rhea!" declared the head with golden eyes.