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

In the Grand Hall beneath the Fischer Manor, Lilian and the others were attempting to awaken the great Lord of the Lost, following the methods inscribed on the stone tablet.


Since the priority of awakening Him was undeniably of the utmost importance, they had not chosen to assist the Romann family.


As long as the great Lord of the Lost awoke!


The entire Fischer family, the Dawn Church, everyone up and down, almost all believed in this.


Byrne interpreted the inscriptions on the black stone tablet with care and said aloud,


"According to the tablet, we must first select a Holy Land, which should be right here, and then the Priest must purify body and mind through a bath; after which, the Priest also needs to choose four suitable sacred objects."


Lilian looked at her father, deep in thought.


"Is there a specification of what these sacred objects are?"


Chapter 373: Encircling Fischer (Part Five)