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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 · Urbain
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Chapter 288 Dying Words_2

But still, he couldn't completely block it.

Even though he had exhausted all his Spiritual Power and knelt on the ground dizzy, a few flames still fell from the sky.

Darren's eyes widened beneath the Iron Mask, as if recalling once again the time his face was burned and disfigured, almost unable to imagine the pain everyone would soon suffer.

No!

He wanted to muster more power, but couldn't summon even a bit, filled with rage and frustration but not passing out.

Pure-colored beams of water light shot into the sky, finally extinguishing the remaining flames.

It turned out that the Priestess Cyan Blue by his side had already transformed into a water being of pure color, using her power to extinguish those remaining flames.

"Good..."

Upon seeing this scene, Darren was so dazed that he finally collapsed on the ground.

At that moment, time on the other side resumed normally!