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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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547 Chs

Chapter 462: Ambushing Darren Fischer

In the midst of ruins, the remains of walls swayed in the breeze, occasionally accompanied by the distant cries of birds, and wildflowers bloomed stubbornly among the rubble, while green leaves poked through the cracks of shattered walls.

The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder and the fragrance of soil, intertwined together, forming a complex and unique post-war aroma.

Seated atop the broken walls was a handsome king.

Blood-red flames swirled ceaselessly in Flamme's hands.

The blossoming blood-red hue contained the power of the "Fire Demon God Adranus" bloodline that had been passed down through generations, which the Meyer family had relied on to live and fight in this world.

Flamme thanked the flames, he revered them.

He was born amongst the blood-red flames, and ultimately, he would also die in them.