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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 308: The Ancient Secrets

"As long as you save him, you agree to all my demands?"

Lilian didn't believe a word the other party said. How could there be such a good deal? Besides, the very idea of "being able to fulfill all demands" sounded unreliable.

Could this elusive character really help the great Lord of the Lost make a full recovery?

Impossible!

Clearly, that was not something that could be done.

However, in order to gather more information and get out of the current predicament, Lilian continued to ask:

"How do you want me to save you?"

The elderly voice continued to respond.

"Quite simple, all you need to do is perform a ritual... Come, cut your own flesh, let the blood linger on your body, and then recite a spell with me."

It was a deep, hoarse, and ancient voice, sounding like a whisper from the depths of hell.

It was full of temptation and malice, chilling to the bone, each syllable carrying an irresistible lure, echoing like a call for the fallen lurking in the darkness.

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