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

August did not linger for too long and soon left the cathedral.


"I will be staying nearby, Zayne; you know where to find me. Think over my proposal a bit more."


Only after August had finally departed did Byrne let out a long breath.


The aura of that Monarch powerful expert was not deliberately concealed and always exerted an unavoidable pressure on him; he felt like a small animal being watched by a giant beast, at any moment ready to be devoured.


Many Monarch powerful experts do not deliberately suppress their aura, nor do they intentionally unleash their imposing presence.


However, Byrne remembered that the Tempest Bishop from the East Coast Province, the Thunderous Monarch, would always actively suppress his aura in order not to affect the weaker ones.


After his uncle left, Zayne, who initially had a smiling face, finally restrained his joy, and a serious expression appeared in his eyes, as if August had given him a hard-to-accept proposal.


Chapter 151: Ritual: Execution of Sins