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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 380 Soul Dice

The battle in Nasir city erupted swiftly, instigated by none other than the "Silver Poet."

She, the "Ice Liquor" of the Words of Tranquility, the "Spirit Essence" within the Alchemy Council, and one of the five witches, "Silver Poet," always fought using alchemical puppets, yet her real body had never been discovered.

She remained silent in the sky, simply raising her hand.

Soon, everyone saw a massive white hand materialize in the sky, resembling a mountain plummeting from the heavens, pointing directly at the army in Nasir City.

Destroying the army, cutting off their continued support, that was the "Silver Poet's" battle strategy.

A correct battle strategy indeed, but it didn't mean that the Fischer family and the forces of the Dawn Church hadn't anticipated it.

Suddenly, a dragon resembling mercury soared up from the ground!