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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 290 Devouring the Sea God!

"Ao!"

The monster lurking in the dark clouds roared with a dreadful power beyond human imagination, frantically struggling and desperately trying to kill the being that was devouring its power.

Even ten Monarch powerful experts would easily be ground to dust before such boundless and infinite force.

Yet, no matter how great the power the Sea God used, capable of destroying armies, even sufficient to annihilate entire islands, it couldn't harm Karl in the slightest.

Karl even had to divert his attention to carefully discern whether the other party was truly attacking him.

It seemed there was an attack.

"Ao!"

The Sea God roared incessantly!

All of a sudden, it felt an intense fear.

An immense fear!

In ten thousand years, although occasionally bested by some powerful beings, it rarely felt so utterly powerless. Among the plethora of memories, only when facing the incarnation of the Tempest Overlord had the Sea God felt what true fear was!