Chilled Cola Cat

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.

From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Byrne analyzed the situation briefly and immediately said to the old priest and the town chief:


"They must be hiding underneath one of the boats, attempting to outlast us in patience. We had better find a way to flush those two out of the water."


Alchemical explosives won't work, not to mention the consequences of destroying all the boats in the harbor.


The more direct reason is that those things won't explode underwater.


After some thought, he said, "I need you all to be honest about your abilities and follow my command to see if we can find a way."


However, each person's expression turned difficult.


In fact, not many were willing to reveal their specific extraordinary abilities. While bloodline and natural talents were somewhat difficult to hide, the specific types of spells, spellcasting techniques, and battle skills each possessed were different trump cards.


Seeing everyone's expressions, Byrne knew his authority wasn't sufficient, and didn't insist on his request.


Chapter 73: The Wind Rises!