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

Aaron's body, bisected by the monochromatic water light, collapsed on the ground, bleeding profusely with his entrails strewn about, his eyes gradually losing the look of disbelief.


The reality of the battlefield is such, death can occur at any moment, and aside from Irene, everyone from the Fischer family turned pale.


One after another, monochromatic water lights shot from the hillside to the top of the mountain, skimming past everyone, and then, like wheat being harvested, person after person fell to the ground.


Their bodies were instantly split apart, whether it was armor, weapons, or shields, none could withstand the force of that monochromatic water light.


Any object touched by the monochromatic water light would be cleaved in two, with no exceptions as far as the eye could see.


Byrne was frantic, the purple-red stone yielding no response. Even though his Spiritual Power hadn't fully recovered, he immediately activated the rune power of "transcend."


Chapter 136: Gruesome