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

Marquis Middell's eyes instantly fixed on the terrifying "Death God"!


The Fischer family's "Death God," Chris, had been hidden for who knows how long, and even he was unclear about how he had concealed himself, suddenly erupted from the shadows!


His murderous intent, solidified like a tangible entity, was extremely terrifying! One could even feel a faint despair spreading continuously around!


The unemotional Chris, however, did not activate the rune power immediately.


The dark light, like lightning, cut through the dimness, aiming straight for Marquis Middell's throat—a sharp black blade, flickering with deadly light under the faint lamp.


The figure of the "Death God," ghost-like, leaped out from the shadows, already swift and silent.


Marquis Middell instinctively dodged backward but was ultimately a step too slow. The tip of the black blade slashed his outfit, and the next moment, the black blade abruptly passed through Marquis Middell as if through air...


Chapter 395: Hunting the 'Specter' Marquis